Twisted Hearts (The Camorra Chronicles, #5)

by Cora Reilly

“I want to forget.” “Gem, don’t rely on me doing the honorable thing. My moral compass is out of whack, especially with your gorgeous body pressed up to mine.”

“Kiss me. I want to feel something else than this pain.” She shuddered. “Please, Savio, make me forget.” Screw it. Who was I to deny her? Cupping her face, I kissed her lightly, fully determined to leave it at a chaste kiss,

My tongue stroked along her lips, tasting the saltiness of tears, and something sweeter. Unable to resist, I parted her and dipped my tongue into her mouth. Fuck, even the hints of saltiness didn’t change the fact that she tasted like perfection. Like a goddamn salted caramel toffee. I wanted to devour her whole. My tongue dove in, tasted every corner of that perfect mouth, teased her tongue until she played along. Her fingers dug into my hip and neck, pulling me closer.

I slid my hand lower and hooked it under her thigh, lifting one leg over my back so I could bring us even closer, every inch of our bodies flush together. The moment I did, Gemma’s kiss became hesitant, her body tenser, and my senses started returning.

“No,” she said hoarsely. “I just realized that Dad can’t walk me down to the altar.”

Oh Gemma your making my heart hurt more

“Carlotta is too young to understand anything. She won’t even remember our father but my mother…” He swallowed and straightened. “We’ll get through this together.”

“Your father died for our cause, Diego.” Diego pressed his lips together. I knew him well enough to see he was fighting with himself. “The Camorra takes care of the families of their soldiers. We will provide for you and your family until your sisters are out of the house.”

“That’s a generous offer, but I’m going to provid...

“How?” Gemma stepped up to him. “How are you going to pay for her surgery? Even with Dad, we were hardly getting by, paying all those bills, and now that he’s gone and the money he hid in the restaurant, how are you going to get that much money?” Diego flushed. “I won’t live on charity.” “Then don’t. But Carlotta needs that money.”

“Gemma could pay for Carlotta’s surgery. As my wife, she has free access to my bank accounts.”

“We’ll marry in two months. That gives us time to prepare.”

“My bull’s got enough rides.”

Savio stopped in front of me and took my hand. He didn’t say he was sorry, and I was glad. The words had become meaningless, unable to encompass the magnitude of our loss. His touch was warm, steady, the comfort I desperately needed. Diego was staggering under the pressure of being the master of our family, but Savio, he was solid and strong.

“Get me out of here,” I begged.

“Gem, say something. Tell me what to do.” I lifted the hand he wasn’t still holding and curled it over his neck.

Finally, Savio let me pull him down and his lips pressed against mine. I sunk into his taste, his warmth. I yearned for him, all of him. His strength and scent were intoxicating. His tongue teased, stroked, caressed. His hands kept me steady, brushed over my back, then cupped my cheeks, deepening the kiss further.

“Fuck, Gem, you taste perfect,” he rasped between delicious swipes of his tongue. I couldn’t reply, slave to the sensations the kiss evoked in me. After days of cold, I felt warm. He lowered me on the bench, never stopping the kiss as he bent over me. I clung to his neck, wrapped my legs around his middle as he knelt before me.

“You always wanted your first kiss in church. That didn’t happen, but at least we made your second kiss work.”

“We don’t live for the dead. We live for the living. If kissing me helps you deal with your grief, then nobody’s got a right to judge you or I’ll cut them down.”

“You’ll soon have a bigger family, Gem. My family. They won’t replace what you lost, but they’ll fill the void all the same.” Gemma turned to me. “That’s the first time you said that I was going to be part of your family.” I’d been a goddamn bastard to her. “Of course, you’re going to be part of my family. You’ll be my wife.”

“I’m sure about marrying you. I’ll probably be a lousy husband, but I’ll do my best.” She swallowed. “I want you to be faithful to me. I want you to be only mine like I’m only yours.” “I will be faithful.” “You will be. So, until our wedding, you’re going to keep seeing other girls?”

“I haven’t been with another girl in two weeks.” Since I almost lost her and realized I couldn’t bear the thought.

“If your dad could have seen you like this…” Her words died away in a choked sob and a tear slid out of my eye. I fought for composure. Maybe the waterproof makeup would keep everything in place, but swollen eyes and a red nose were difficult to hide. “And your nonna.” Mom closed her eyes, her face scrunching up. She shook her head desperately, trying to hold back.

think,” she said with a small embarrassed laugh. “I’ll ask your future sisters-in-law to have this conversation with you.” “Oh no, Mom, I don’t need a conversation.”

grinned. “I know. She’s all mine.”

“Don’t ruin his night, for fuck’s sake. His fucking blue balls moodiness of the last few months is intolerable. I’ll turn fucking homicidal if he doesn’t get laid soon,” Remo snarled.

“From this day on, you’re the only girl that matters. Like I said, you need to bring him to his knees.” “Do you think that’s possible?” “Oh yes,” she said, exchanging a look with Kiara. “Every man can be brought to his knees.”

“You look like a princess, Gem.” The smile got a bit wider, then the priest started his sermon and Gemma’s expression became focused. I zoned out. This spectacle was for Gem, nothing else. I still didn’t believe in any of this hocus pocus.

“How could I not agree to marry, considering the hottest girl in Vegas was waiting at the altar?”

My hand around his tightened, my lips curling in anger. “Careful.”

“She’s mine to protect now, Diego, and I will protect her.”

“Gemma is a good girl. She’s got a heart of gold, but even gold isn’t indestructible. I know as a Falcone, Diego’s threats mean nothing to you, but maybe the wish of a mother does.”

“Claudia, you don’t have to ask me to be good to Gem. I won’t hurt her, and if I tried, she’d kick my ass as she should.”

“This dress is so you. Innocent choir girl and sex on legs at once. Fuck, Gem, you’re killing me. I won’t be able to think about anything but tonight.”

“Oh, you’re absolutely right, Kitty.” Slowly, I trailed kisses up to her chin. “There won’t be any blood because I’m going to make you so fucking wet that your pussy is ready for my cock.”

I used her startled state to claim her mouth once more. After a moment of hesitation, she kissed me back. Her fingers grabbed my neck as she pressed herself against me. Grabbing her butt and back, I flipped us over so she was splayed out on the leather bank of the car and me on top of her. The way her body moved under me, the low moans deep in her throat, the urgent twitching of her fingers in my hair, they all spoke a clear language. Gemma was as desperate for my touch as I was for hers.

“What does it matter? You are my wife now, Gem. None of the other girls can say that.”

“Your dad would be happy to see you like this. And your nonna would be proud of you for making it to your wedding night before succumbing to my charm.”

“You are so full of yourself.” I kissed her lips, glad that she was smiling again.

“I’m not scared of your dad, Marcella. If you’re so brave, go to my brother Remo and dance with him. I have a wife I need to keep entertained.”

“You know they both would have wanted you to be happy. That’s all they wanted.” She searched my eyes. “Will you make me happy?”

It was the truth. I’d marry Gemma again, and not just so I could bury myself in her undoubtedly

pretty pussy, but also because I wanted her for myself in every other regard as well. The idea that Mick could have gotten her still sent me into a jealous rage.

“Fuck, I’ve turned into a monk these last two months. If that doesn’t show that I’m serious about Gemma, I don’t know what will.”

“I don’t care. If you want me, you’ll have to force me because I won’t give you anything.” Savio tilted his head. “I don’t think you’d fight me.” “I would,” I said. “And we both know you wouldn’t stand a chance, Kitty. Your little girl fight moves are no challenge for me.”

“Gemma, I know you’re fucking wet. I know you want me to touch your pussy. Just say it and I’ll show you how it feels to have an orgasm.” “I’ve had orgasms before,” I muttered despite the burst of heat in my cheeks.

“When you touched yourself?”

have capable hands,” I said. Savio smirked. “I don’t doubt it, but it’s something entirely different if a man licks you or finger-fucks you, Gemma, trust me.”

“Do you even know how to please a woman? Whores always pretend they enjoy it.”

“I’ve had enough girls scream my name.”