Twisted Hearts (The Camorra Chronicles, #5)

by Cora Reilly

She didn’t even react, too dazed by what just happened. I could see the questions in her eyes, maybe why I’d stopped. I wiped my chin as I straightened. Gemma lowered her arms but kept leaning against the cage. “So do I have reason to be smug?”

“You do,” she admitted breathlessly. I kissed her. Gemma was always honest, that’s what I’d always appreciated about her. “Do you want more?” I asked.

“God, Savio,” she pressed out when I was buried all the way inside of her. I grinned cockily, and her lips tightened. “I didn’t call you God.” I silenced her with my first deep thrust, driving her back against the cage. Gemma’s head fell back. “No,” I growled. “You’re going to watch while I fuck you.”

She met my gaze. She’d never admit it, but she was turned on by my dominant side. Soon I established a faster rhythm. I shifted my legs to get in a better position, my fingers digging into Gemma’s ass cheeks as I pounded into her with deep, hard thrusts that filled the gym with the rattling of the cage.

“I show you what I feel for you. Twice today.” Gemma reached for the remote and turned down the volume. “That’s not what I mean.” “Come on, Gem, don’t ruin this evening with emotional bullshit. I married you, what else do you want?” I took the remote from her hand and turned the volume up again.

“Don’t cry, Gem. I hate seeing your tears. They feel like a punch in my heart.”

“Our father didn’t show emotion. He probably didn’t have them, just like Nino. Only my brother isn’t a sadistic psychopath… well, to the people he cares about.”

“Remo and Nino were never the touchy-feely kind of kids, but I was a horrible cuddler and too sensitive for the type of surroundings I was born into. A bit like Adamo, only that I got rid of that annoying trait very quickly.”

“Problem was my father would have rather killed me than shown any kind of affection, and my mother did try to kill me…Remo and Nino had their own demons to battle and once we were in boarding school surrounded by strangers and poten...

used my sarcasm as my armor. That way, he could focus on what was really important: winning our territory back. It’s become second nature, Gem, using sarcasm and jokes to get out of emotional situations. It doesn’t mean I don’t have emotions. It just means I’m crappy at showing them.” “Yes, you are.”

“Yes, I have emotions for you. Plenty of them.” “I have emotions for you, too,” she said teasingly. I kissed her. “One day, I’ll get my act together, I promise.” “Everyone’s scared of something.”

“I’m not sure if I like it. Being watched by that bull freaks me out.” “He and I love seeing you so close to my cock.” Gemma rolled her eyes.

Her lips closed around my tip and my words died in a groan. Seeing Gemma’s pouty lips around my dick was almost enough to make me come.

“Gemma,” I said. “You’ve never had a cock in your mouth, thank the fucking gods. Can I tell you a secret?” She shrugged. “You were a fucking horrible kisser.”

“Because my tongue was the first in your mouth and look at you now. Your kisses make my fucking head spin.”

“And you know what? I don’t give a fuck if you’re a horrible kisser or head giver, because it means you didn’t get the chance to practice before me. Because it means I’m your first everything.”

“Okay,” she said. “But I still don’t like the idea of being compared to all your previous lover...

“And trust me, since I’m with you, I haven’t thought about

any of the women of my past.”

“I’m not really, but I hate that so many girls have done this with you.”

“How about we practice every day?” A choked laugh burst out of her. “That’s what you’d like…” “That’s what I’d fucking love,”

“My tastes always veered more toward the sweet,”

“Why don’t you give it a try?” I nodded toward my cock glistening with my lust for her. A blush staining her cheeks, she leaned down and experimentally licked up my cum. I groaned deep in my chest, my balls vibrating. Gemma smacked her lips together then shrugged. “Doesn’t taste like much.”

My breathing deepened as I watched her pink tongue dart out circling, tasting, discovering, and then finally she closed her mouth around the head and sucked. My balls pulsated in rhythm with the hollowing of her cheeks. Occasionally her teeth still scraped my cock but only briefly and it added to my pleasure. It took considerable effort not to fuck her mouth like I wanted to.

but fuck, none of that mattered, because the sight of Gemma’s gorgeous mouth sucking my cock was the hottest thing I could imagine. Soon I was at my tipping point. “Swallow for me, Kitty,” I growled.

I wanted. Gemma kept sucking, her fingers tightening around my base. “Fuck.”

My hips moved faster, seeking her hot mouth, my tip brushing the back of her throat and then my balls clenched and cum spurted out of my cock. I couldn’t stop looking at Gemma’s lips around my dick.

I held onto her neck as I slid almost all the way out only to push back in. Gemma swallowed aro...

“Gem,” I rasped when I had my...

“What’s the matter? Don’t like the taste?” Many girls didn’t, which was why some of them either refused to swallow in general or only when I used a condom.

“Don’t tell me this is some traditional shit, Gem.”

“I eat your pussy all the time, and I love it. I lap up your juices. Fuck, I practically devour you, and I don’t feel a fucking sliver of guilt or shame over it, so if you think sucking my cock is sin or some kind of other bullshit then stop. If you ask me, giving each other pleasure can’t be sin.”

“And if this is about you not liking sucking my dick, then we’ll figure something out. Is it the sin thing?”

“Yeah,” she admitted. “Thank the fucking Lord,...

just worried that it would make you respect me less.” I scoffed. “You sucking me dry won’t make me respect you less, trust me. Or do you respect me less when I lick your pussy?” “That’s different, you’re a man.”

“I respect you more than any other woman, and that won’t change, Gem. You can kick ass, bake like a top chef and now all that’s missing is you giving me head like a fucking goddess and I’ll build you an altar and worship you.”

I ran my hands up her abs before I cupped her breasts. For a moment, she stared down at the bull that had a prime view of her beautiful pussy then she began moving her hips, slowly at first, figuring

Finally, she settled into a slow, sensual ride that felt like paradise. She met my eyes, biting her lip under my unwavering attention. I started to thrust up into her and grabbed her ass to keep her steady. Gemma had no trouble keeping up with the faster pace. Her stomach flexed with every twist of her hips and the sight alone was enough to bring me to my knees. That woman was perfection, and I’d show her that I knew exactly how much of a lucky bastard I was for having her as my girl.

was crawling on all fours, checking under the bed when a whistle sounded. “That ass owns my heart.”

“Eight years ago…” My brows snapped together. “A little girl fell for me.” “How do you know—?” “That I met you exactly eight years ago? Or that you fell for me?”

“I remember because that was the first time I felt like I’d really arrived in Las Vegas. It felt like a permanent home, not like something that could be ripped from our hands at any given time, which was why I really tried to become friends with Diego.” “Okay,”

“And I knew you fell for me because it was written all over your face that day, and ever since.”

“All right, Mr. Vanity, if you’re dressed up like that to celebrate your own awesomeness, I’ll go back upstairs and soak in the tub for a bit. You’re—

Savio’s possession, now the letters S and G hugged the huge diamond in the middle. Savio and Gemma. “Seeing you search the house for the ring was a wonderful show, but you couldn’t find it because I had it all along.”

“I took it because I wanted to alter it so it reflected what it meant to me. That we belong together and are a great team.” The first tear slid out.

“Today, I’m doing what I should have done two years ago. Gemma Bazzoli, will you become my wife?” I let out a small choked sound. “I am your wife.”

“But I never asked for your hand like a girl like yourself deserves. So Gemma, tell me, will you do me the honor of becom...

“I love you, Gemma Falcone.” I swallowed, trying to form words. Savio kissed my wet cheek. “Now you have to say I know.”

“I love you so much.” Savio tightened his arms around me and lifted me off the step. “I hope you didn’t book a surprise dinner in an expensive restaurant. It’ll take hours to make myself presentable.” Savio shook his head. “You look perfect just the way you are, and neither of us enjoys a stuck-up dinner. I thought popcorn, chips, and cage fights were the right way to celebrate this day.” “Perfect,”

“Fuck, Gem, I’m so glad that you never gave up on me and keep tolerating my dickheadedness, because I’m never going to let you go now that you’re mine.” “Don’t worry. I’m staying, now that you’re mine.”