Twisted Pride (The Camorra Chronicles, #3)

by Cora Reilly

She closed her eyes, chest heaving, elegant throat flexing. I needed to own this woman. Body and soul and everything else she could offer. I fucking burned with the desire to possess her in every way possible. Finally, Serafina screamed, and it was so fucking real that my body reacted to the sound, but not in a way it usually did, not with excitement and the thrill of the hunt. There was something close to revulsion filling my body, hearing her agonized cries and imagining they were real. My hands curled to fists, my muscles tensing because a deeply buried instinct wanted me to protect her from whatever caused those screams. Unfortunately for her, nothing could protect her from me. I couldn’t fucking take it anymore. I stalked toward her, gripped her arm. “Enough,” I growled, breathing harshly. Serafina’s eyes snapped open. They searched my face, and a second too late I realized she got deeper than anyone was allowed. “Enough,” I repeated, my voice shaking with rage and confusion. “Enough?” she whispered so softly. The sound was like a fucking caress. Maybe I should end it now. Do what Nino said, end this fucking game. Get rid of Serafina and Samuel both. I cupped her head and pressed my forehead to hers. She trembled, overwhelmed. “Maybe I should kill you.” “Maybe,” she breathed. “But you won’t.” I should have contradicted her, but she was right and she knew it.