Twisted Hearts (The Camorra Chronicles Book 5)

Gemma swallowed, her eyes begging me to take the decision off her hands. I kissed her cheek, and even as it killed me, I began to roll off her.

Her fingers dug into my back, clinging to me. “Make me yours.”

My heartbeat sped up at once. I kissed her mouth, trying to get a grip on myself. “Do you take the pill?”

She gave a small nod.

I pushed myself up and got out of my T-shirt before I lay down on Gemma again. Kissing her, I slid a hand between us and gently parted her folds with a finger. She was wet and swollen from her orgasm. I teased her opening with my fingers, light swipes mimicking what my tongue did in her mouth before I dipped a finger in. I groaned into her mouth at the feel of her walls clamping down on me.

Soon Gemma began shifting her hips, meeting every thrust of my finger, as the heel of my hand pressed down on her clit. Her eyes were half-closed, lust-filled, and the pressure of her thigh against my dick almost drove me insane, but I kept pumping her gently until she was close. Before she could come, I pulled out my finger.

Confusion flickered across her face.

I rolled off her and began to open my pants then reached for her hands so she’d help me. If she only lay there, she’d get more nervous. Soon we’d freed me of my remaining clothes. Nerves filled Gemma’s eyes. I didn’t give her much time to worry, however.

I settled between her legs, but I didn’t go for the end goal right away. Gemma was braced for the pain, tense and anxious under me despite the orgasm I’d given her, and I wanted her to relax again.

I kissed her without hurry, my cock pressed against the inside of her thigh. Like I’d done before, I reached between us and began to fuck her with my finger until she was close again. Keeping my eyes on her beautiful face, I added a second finger. It was a much tighter fit. She held her breath, trying to get used to the stretch. I slid my fingers in and out slowly, drunk on the feel of her. She was so fucking wet, it drove me completely insane. I started rubbing her clit with my thumb while I pumped into her. My tongue mimicked what my cock would soon be doing to her pretty pussy causing Gemma to moan into my mouth. I pulled back slightly and removed my fingers from her pussy before reaching for my cock. I dipped two fingers into her once more before I nudged her with my tip.

Gemma held my gaze, her lips parted. No hesitation or doubt lingered in her expression. I started to ease into her as slowly as I could. Gemma clung to my back. I kissed her lips again then shifted even deeper. Soon she became impossibly tight. I changed the angle and with a harder push, settled myself all the way inside of her. Gemma winced, her breath pressing out in a sharp exhale.

Fuck, she felt perfect around me. I must have died and gone straight to heaven. I rained kisses down on her eyelids and tense mouth. “I’ve waited so fucking long for this, for you, Gem, but it’s so worth it. You are perfect.”

She clung to me, breathing quickly. When she cast her eyes up, they were glistening, and I tensed. “Gem?”

She gave me a shaky smile and the vise around my heart loosened. “I’m just happy.”

This was the first time I made a girl cry during sex. Afterward, that was a given. Not sure what to say, least of all something that wouldn’t ruin the moment, I cupped her head and started to thrust, gently, excruciatingly slow.

“How is it?”

“Okay.”

I narrowed my eyes. She didn’t sound okay. “The truth, Gem.”

“It hurts,” she said and at the look on my face, she added, “But I don’t care. I’ve waited so long for this, for you to be finally mine.”

“Oh, Gem, I’ve always only been yours, and this moment is fucking special, got it?” I kissed her, discovering that dangerous mouth, sucking at those plump lips. All the girls before her had meant nothing. Gemma was the real deal. These last couple of weeks of being married to her and enjoying my time with her had shown that. For a moment, I wanted to utter three words I’d never said before then I got a grip. I smiled teasingly. “We have to do something about that hurting like hell part.”

I withdrew, earning a sharp intake of breath. Then I started trailing kisses down Gemma’s gorgeous body as I moved lower until I settled between her thighs. Traces of blood coated her pussy lips. That wasn’t something I’d taken into consideration, but fuck if that would stop me from devouring her. Remembering Remo’s words about whiskey and blood, I almost lost it, but then I pulled myself together. Bursting into laughter in a moment like this would have sent the wrong message. The moment my tongue dipped into Gemma, she loosened and let out a drawn-out moan.

“Better?” I asked between nibbles and licks.

“God, yes. So much better. Don’t stop,” she said.

“I won’t,” I murmured then shifted her leg so I could fuck her with my tongue. “Soon you’ll be mewling for my cock in your pussy, Gem.” I slid my tongue in and out. “You’ll come while I fuck your brains out.”

Gemma

Before Savio I didn’t even know that it was possible to be fucked by a tongue, and maybe it was Savio’s special talent.

“You’ll come so”—he sucked my clit—“hard around my cock.”

His teeth grazed me, and I exploded despite the twinge in my body, my legs clenching around him, my hips rocking desperately as I came in his mouth. He pulled back when my body was still throbbing with the last flickers of passion and settled on top of me.

Just like before, he held my gaze as he slid into me, and just like before, he was gentle and slow. Unlike last time, there wasn’t only pain. Deep inside of me, a fire began to grow and with every thrust, Savio seemed to kindle it. I felt it so much deeper than the pleasure when he licked or fingered me, deep in my core and it seemed to spread into every inch of me.

I dug my heels into the bed, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts.

Savio gripped the back of my thigh, guiding my movements. “How is it now, Gem?” He accentuated his question with a deep thrust that hit a special spot inside of me. I loved how he took care of me.

My lips fell open in a moan. “Good,” I said. So good and getting better with every stroke.

One corner of his mouth tipped up in that infamous smirk. I rolled my eyes and Savio quickly reached between us, pressing against my clit as his tip nudged the same spot again, and I screamed out my release. Stars burst in my vision as I came around Savio.

He slammed harder into me until pain battled with pleasure, and I was left to clutch his back. Then with a feral growl, he released deep inside of me. I could feel it and somehow, this made me shudder in pleasure again.

Savio’s mouth slid over mine, uncoordinated kisses and ragged breaths. He stilled on top of me and kissed the tip of my nose.

I didn’t say anything, too overwhelmed by what we’d done. It had been wonderful. For so long, losing my virginity had hung over my head like a Sword of Damocles, now it had finally happened.

“I told you you’d come hard with my dick inside of you. Next time I’ll aim for another exclamation of God though.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re an idiot.”

Savio shook his head. “Didn’t you learn to respect your husband?”

“What are you going to do? Give me another orgasm?” I asked with a giggle.

“What happened to my blushing choir girl?” he growled.

“You corrupted her.”

“I did, didn’t I?” He nuzzled my throat then lightly nicked my nipple. I gasped as my inner muscles clenched around Savio’s cock.

He exhaled sharply.

“Do you miss her?”

Savio chuckled. “I’m working so hard to fuck her out of you. No, I don’t miss her, Gem.”

He pulled out of me and I winced at the sore sensation that caused. Savio scanned my face then looked down his body. A fine sheen of blood covered his cock.

Heat rose into my cheeks. Yet, at the same time, it felt like a monumental step in my life. Savio pulled me against him. I wondered if this would change things between us, worried that Savio would lose interest now that he’d gotten what he’d wanted for so long but I didn’t allow myself to linger on the thought. Exhaustion quickly claimed my body and I fell asleep.

Sex must have knocked me out because when I woke, it was almost nine. I was alone in bed, but the shower ran in the bathroom. Savio must have worked out already. I slid out of bed, blushing at the stain on the sheets. I rushed into the bathroom, still naked. I hadn’t bothered getting dressed last night. Savio smirked when he opened the shower. “Want to shower with me?”

I slipped in, letting out a sigh as the warm water carried away some of the soreness. Savio touched my waist as he pressed me into the tile wall, his expression even more possessive than usual. His kiss set me aflame within seconds. Savio’s fingers slipped between my legs, stroking me until I panted against him once more. Every caress spoke of his lust for me, so I didn’t protest when he hoisted me up. Wedged between the wall and his strong body, he pressed against me. Stifling a wince at the painful pressure, I clung to him. My body was definitely not in favor of this position. He shifted the angle and my weight drove my body down onto his erection until I dug my nails into his shoulder, trying to slow the descent.

Savio pulled away and scanned my face. His expression tightened. Shaking his head, he slid his hands under my butt and slowly pushed me up so he could pull out of me. He kissed my ear. “Not yet, hm?”

Embarrassment heated my face. “You can continue…”

“I can, but I won’t. If you don’t like something, you have to tell me. I’m not a mind reader, Kitty. You just say no and then we’ll postpone whatever we’ve been up to. There’s a good kind of pain and a bad kind of pain, and this is the latter.”

He set me down then brushed my wet hair from my face. “I want you to enjoy everything.”

“Okay.” In our circles, women learned to please their husbands. Men were supposed to enjoy it first, and if the woman enjoyed it occasionally as well, that was an added bonus but not a requirement.

Savio got down on his knee, startling me. “Let me see if I hurt you.” He lifted one of my legs and parted me.

“You didn’t—” I moaned when he slid his tongue along my sore flesh.

“Does this hurt?”

I shook my head.

He sucked lightly. “And this?”

“No.”

He kissed, sucked, and nibbled until I couldn’t reply anymore and only the wall at my back and my thigh on Savio’s shoulder kept me upright. I came with a violent shudder. Savio pushed to his feet for a fierce kiss, giving me a taste of myself. “I’d like to try again,” I whispered.

Savio turned off the shower and pulled me out. He wrapped a towel around me then smiled at my confusion. “We’ll try again, Gem. I want you too much to pass up the chance to sink myself into your pussy again, but not up against the shower.” He gripped my hips and hoisted me up on the vanity counter. “Like this. That way your weight won’t bear down, and we can go slow.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing our naked bodies flush together. This time, when Savio pushed in, the pain was only a dull stretching sensation. Soon I rocked my hips against him, losing myself in the sensations.

Savio went ahead to the kitchen while I took another quick shower after he’d come inside of me again. When I entered the kitchen ten minutes later, most of the Falcone clan was there. Only Nino and Alessio were missing. Savio stood beside Kiara who was making pancakes, probably stealing half of the sweet rounds before they hit the plate.

I blushed immediately when everyone looked at me, sure they could see what Savio and I had done. Remo raised an eyebrow at Savio, who only smiled in that cocky way. My cheeks throbbed fiercely as I mumbled a quick good morning and hurried to Savio’s side. He wrapped an arm around my waist then pressed a kiss to my throat.

“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”

I cringed. “What did you tell them?”

“Nothing.”

I tossed him a glare. “Is that why they’re looking at me like that?”

“They gathered things themselves. I neither confirmed nor denied their assumptions, but your reaction and blush when you came into the kitchen was all the proof they needed.”

“Oh no,” I said miserably. “I can’t ever face them again.”

Amusement shone in Savio’s eyes. He wasn’t wired to feel embarrassment and I wished I were the same way. “Come on, Gem. They knew we were going to fuck at some point.”

“Don’t use that word,” I pressed out, slanting a worried look at Kiara who pretended to be busy with the pancakes.

“That we did the nasty then.”

Kiara’s mouth twitched.

I wanted the ground to swallow me. Shoving Savio, I muttered. “You’re impossible.”

He chuckled, kissing my ear. “That’s what you love about me, admit it.”

Done. The word was only a thought, yet I might as well have said it. I tensed and Savio, too. He pulled back, suddenly not playful.

“While your awkward attempt at young love is a sickeningly entertaining sight to behold, you’re distracting Kiara from making me breakfast, so how about you get a fucking grip?” Remo said from his spot at the kitchen table. Nevio giggled. Serafina gave both her men a stern look, which had no effect.

Savio drew back from me and gave his brother the finger. “I’ve had to watch your display of twisted affection with Fina for years now, so how about you get a fucking grip?”

I moved to Kiara’s side, glad to have my back on the spectacle. She gave me a soft smile. “Don’t mind them. It’s their way to show their love for each other.”

I nodded. It wasn’t Remo’s words that had me flustered, however, but my almost love declaration, which had given Savio a look of near-panic. “Do you need my help?”

As if she could sense my need to do something to distract myself, Kiara handed me the spatula. “Maybe you could take over for a while then I can make sure that Massimo doesn’t eat his crayons.” With a grateful smile, I took her spot at the stove while she went over to her younger son in his highchair.

Eventually, Savio wrapped his arm around my waist from behind. I peered up at his face. The playful smile was back, but I remembered his previous seriousness. Why had he reacted that way? Was he worried I’d expect him to say it back if I told him I loved him? Of course, I did, but only if he did, indeed, love me.

He snatched up another pancake from the pan, miraculously without burning his fingers. I tried to hit him with the spatula but clanged it against the counter when he jerked his hand back. “I’m always a step ahead of you, Kitty.”

Only when it came to the physical side. When it came to the emotional part of our relationship, I was definitely a step ahead, and had always been.