Twisted Hearts (The Camorra Chronicles, #5)

by Cora Reilly

“I did not call you God.” But I was mortified that I’d uttered the word while in the throes of passion. That was an abuse of the word if there ever was one. “You uttered my name and God without pause, that’s as close as it can get if you ask me.”

His hand slid out from between my legs, making me shiver. Then he took my hand and pushed it between my legs. I tensed, unsure of his motive and acutely aware of the fact that I was dripping. I’d never been this wet. Savio guided my fingers along my folds, and

“Relax, Gem,” he murmured. I forced myself to do as he said. He was a big boy, he’d know if he wanted to do this.

Then he proceeded to grip each of my fingers and licked them clean, not once taking his eyes off me and letting out a low hum.

He pushed my hand between my legs again. “Gather your juices,” he ordered.

“Taste yourself, believe me, you’re fucking delicious.” I parted my lips and let Savio push my index finger into my mouth. It was the first time I tasted myself. It was a heady, slightly sweet flavor.

“We’re going to hell for this,” I whispered thickly when Savio had pulled out my finger again.

“Trust me, if this already gets you a ticket to hell, heaven isn’t a place you want to spend eternity in.”

“What?” he asked in a low voice. I darted my eyes down, despite my shyness, and indeed his tip was glistening. “Did you…?”

“You are wet. Did you…” I lowered my voice. “…come?”

“Oh Gem. You’re killing me.” And he laughed. He laughed at me.

His arm snuck around my waist, pulling me against him once more and holding on tight.

His finger nudged my head up so I’d look at him. I glared. “I keep forgetting how little you know.”

“Do you know when it really hit me that I needed to have you?”

“When I saw you in your choir uniform after church two years ago.” I huffed. “I think you mean when you saw me in the Arena in those tight pants.”

“That’s when I really took notice of you, but later in that pleated skirt and that modest blouse and Amish updo, I knew I needed to own you.” He paused. “I needed to corrupt my good innocent choir girl in every way I could.”

“I didn’t know you had a schoolgirl fetish,”

“I don’t. Not until you. But, damn it, Kitty, you make me leak like a fucking schoolboy.”

“And no, I didn’t come,” he rasped against my ear. “Yet. But be my guest if you want to change that. My cock’s all yours to do with as you please.”

Fight training had taught me to ask for advice if I didn’t know what to, so I did. “Can you show me how to touch you the way you like?”

I covered Gemma’s hand with mine and showed her how to stroke me. Her cheeks were pink but an expression of intense focus lay on her face. Trust Gemma to want to be the best even in this.

Fuck, they had been throbbing from the second I’d seen Gemma naked and when I’d finally touched her pussy, I’d been sure I’d shoot my load. I didn’t even remember my last premature orgasm.

but Gemma drove me completely crazy, without much effort, without much thought. Her eyes widened when my cock became even harder and I came with a groan, causing a mess on my thighs and stomach because she kept pumping a bit too enthusiastically. Chuckling, I let my head fall back.

“Dollar for your thoughts.” Gemma pressed into me, depriving me of the chance to see her expression. “Gem, come on. Say something. This silent treatment makes me feel like I forced you to do something you didn’t want.”

“You didn’t force me to do anything. I wanted it.” Thank fuck. “Then what? Do I have to get sex isn’t sin tattoo across my butt to drive the message home?”

“Don’t disfigure your behind.” “My behind…” I shook my head with a smile before I peered down. “Does that mean you enjoy the sight of it?”

“Are you really fishing for compliments? You are the only person I could ever imagine getting a tattoo with their own name.” I grinned. “Don’t change the topic.” She gave a shrug. “It is nice to look at.” “I like your ass too, Gem.”

“When I first became friends with Diego, it was because I loved spending time at your house. It was the first time I witnessed a normal family, one that wasn’t fueled by hate, pain, and fear.

Mom’s heart. She’s already dreaming about getting her first grandkid next year.”

upbringing, it would have made sense for her to pop out a baby soon. “Then Toni and Diego better get it going because we sure as fuck won’t produce little Gemmas anytime soon.” She raised her head. “What about little Savios?” “Too much work.”

“The Bugatti and the Ferrari, and that one Audi.”

A second too late, I realized the car wasn’t in reverse. I shoved my foot down on the brakes. Too late. With a leap, I crashed into the gates.

“Are you all right?” “Yeah, but the car isn’t.” “Who cares about a car?” She looked into my eyes. “How are your neck and head?”

“I don’t suppose there’s any way I can keep this from Savio?” We’d just made progress, I really didn’t want to ruin it. Kiara smiled understandingly. “The moment you touched the gates, an alarm was raised that pops up on their phones. They’re already on the way. Nino called me.”

“I thought now that Adamo can’t steal our cars to crash them, my Bugatti was safe. But you, Kitty, keep me on my toes.”

DEAD

“You thought it was a good day to crash a three-hundred thousand-dollar car.” My heart thudded. “That expensive?” Savio chuckled. “Don’t worry. I wanted a new car anyway.”

“Didn’t you only buy the damn thing six months ago?” Remo asked as he inspected the fence.

“No. But we’ll have to do something about your driving skills. I think I need to teach you more than I thought.”

“Delicious, Gem. Like all of you.”

“I’ll definitely keep you. A woman who can bake like that needs to be my wife.” “I am your wife.” “See, I made the right choice.”

“What’s the use of dressing up for movie night?” “You’re sexy as fuck as you are anyway. No need for fancy clothes or makeup.”

“So, being cute with kids is the way to your heart?” “You mean to my panties,” she said under her breath. “That, too.”

“Because it’s an amazing feeling, like a high without drugs. And to be honest, I can hardly think about anything, but being inside of you.”

“For me, sex is baring myself to you in more than one way. It seems like such a personal thing to allow you inside of me. I can’t even imagine. I’ve been trying to imagine

how it’ll be to allow you this close…” She shook her head, and I didn’t know what to say. “It’ll be a special moment for me, and I want it to be for you as well.” “It’ll be our firs...

She grabbed my shoulders and kissed me, a hesitant, probing kiss at first then almost desperate. I pulled her even closer, my need for her taking center stage. “What do you want, Gem?” I said between kisses. “Upstairs,” she whispered.

Gemma until she lay before me naked, stealing my breath just like the first time. I kissed a path down her stomach, dipping my tongue into her belly button until she bucked up her hips and tried to shove me away. With a grin, I trailed my lips lower, brushing a kiss across the trimmed triangle.

“I’m your husband, Gem. Nothing that we do is bad, you got it?” She relaxed slightly. Still such a good girl, my Gem. How long would it take for me to lick, fuck and finger that out of her?

I kissed her pussy lips. She sucked in her breath. The muscles in her thighs quivered in anticipation and that little button was already glistening.

tongue along her heated flesh made me groan and her gasp. I took my time, bringing Gemma close, only to pull back and nibble at her thigh. Her moans were growing louder as she forgot everything around her.