Twisted Pride (The Camorra Chronicles, #3)

by Cora Reilly

“Ruinously gorgeous,” Remo murmured as he traced my skin. I gave him a curious look. “You ruined me for all other women.” A wave of possessiveness overcame me. Remo was mine.

“Whatever’s in there, it’s yours. Whatever love I’m capable of, it’s yours, too.”

“You are beyond redemption, Remo,” she whispered, and I smiled bitterly because I knew it. She shook her head. “But so am I because even free to do as I please, I choose you. I’m no angel. An angel wouldn’t love a man like you, but I do. I love you.” And she kissed me harshly, brutally, all rage and love, and I kissed her back with the same love, the same rage.

This cruel man owned my heart, and I didn’t want it any other way. Remo’s kiss was violent, harsh. Then he pulled back. “Marry me.” I froze. It had been an order. Remo wasn’t a man who asked for anything. I leaned back against the wall slowly, searching his eyes. He didn’t let me retreat. He kissed me again but gentler. “Marry me, Angel.” It still wasn’t a question, but his voice wasn’t dominant anymore. It was soft, compelling, raw. “Become a Falcone?” I murmured against his lips. “Become a Falcone. Become mine.” I smiled. “I have been yours for a long time.” “Is that a yes?” he asked, his hand sliding over my outer thigh, stroking, distracting me. “Yes,” I whispered. “Serafina Falcone,” he murmured. “I like the sound of it.”

“I made my choice, Remo. I chose you and I’ll choose you over and over again.” Fuck. I didn’t deserve this woman.

“I did. But losing something makes you appreciate the things you have so much more. I don’t regret a thing because it brought me here. I love you with every fiber of my being.” I pulled her in for a kiss, still stunned that she could ever love me after what I’d done. I lightly traced the almost invisible scar on her forearm. “And I love you,” I murmured harshly. I never thought I’d utter those words to anyone, even though I’d admitted my feelings to Serafina before. “Because you brave my darkness every day, because you should run but you don’t, because you gave me the greatest gift of all, our children and yourself.” “I brave your darkness gladly because your light shines all the brighter against it,” she said. I kissed her fiercely.