Twisted Bonds (The Camorra Chronicles 4)

Kiara forgot everything around us as I fucked her, and I had to hold back not to come as she ground herself against me over and over again, her walls clenching and she threw her head back with a breathless moan, coming around me. I licked water off her elegant throat, enjoying the feel of her erratic pulse against my tongue.

My balls clenched but I fought my release with gritted teeth and carefully slid out of her.

Kiara stared at me in confusion. “You didn’t come.”

“Not in the pool.”

“I know your brothers have used the pool for their activities, especially Savio. Don’t tell me they never come, just to keep the water clear.” Her lips curled and she glanced around.

“They do, but with the whores they use condoms, and if they get a blowjob, the women swallow.”

Kiara gave a small nod. “Right.” Then she tilted her head up. “Did you like it if a woman did that?”

“Gave me head?”

“Yeah.” Her voice was a bare whisper. Were there men who didn’t enjoy the feel of a hot mouth? I stroked my palm down her spine, trying to gauge her mood. She seemed self-conscious. Was it because she’d never gone down on me? I had never asked her to, even if I missed it, because it was obvious that she was scared of doing it.

“I did,” I said, opting for the truth. “Let’s go inside. I want to be inside you again.”

Kiara followed me back into the house. She was tense, but the moment I lowered her to the bed and kissed her, she softened. I traced her thighs, then raised one over my back before I inched into her, savoring the slow tempo of her walls hugging my cock.

“Perfection,” I rasped. “This is fucking perfection, Kiara, so don’t linger in the past, not in mine, not in yours.”

Kiara’s expression lit up with surprise then a small smile came before my next thrust forced a moan from her lips.

I sped up gradually, pushing her deeper into the bed with every slam. When she was getting closer, I slowed again and pushed myself up on my hands. Kiara made a small sound of frustration and I kept up the torturously slow pace, rotating my hips, until I was only teasing her with my tip. She began wiggling for additional friction. I retreated every time she drove my cock deeper into her. She bit her lip, eyes filled with need. “Nino, please …”

I eased my tip into her then halted. Her eyes trailed down my body to the point where our bodies met and she sighed. As she watched, I began fucking her slowly again. Kiara didn’t take her eyes off the sight, and I too dipped my head to see my cock claiming her pussy, glistening with her juices. Holding my weight up with only one arm, I parted her wide, giving us both an even better view, then I caressed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh while I kept up the slow thrusting. My fingertips graced the crease between her pussy and thigh, then her outer lip before they circled her clit. She clenched and whimpered, but didn’t come yet.

“Rub your nipples for me.”

After a moment of hesitation, Kiara took her nipples between her fingers and tugged lightly.

“Test your limits. Tug as hard as you enjoy.” My voice was rough, drenched with the strain to hold back my orgasm.

Kiara worked her nipples harder and she gasped in surprise and clenched again. My fingers on her clit sped up and so did my thrusts, and finally she cried out, shaking with the force of her release, and my balls jerked violently as I came. I thrust harder, turned on by the look of utter passion on Kiara’s face as I fucked her while she played with her tits. Fucking perfection.

I stilled and lowered myself until I covered Kiara’s petite body.

She let out an astonished laugh. “That was incredible. Whenever I think sex can’t possibly get better, you do something new and … just wow.”

I chuckled at the innocent wonder in her voice, raising my head to look at her flushed face. “Trust me, Kiara, we’ve only just begun.”

CHAPTER 3

NINO

Adamo had mostly been hiding in his room since Remo had brought Serafina home. His initiation was in three days and I wanted to make sure his current mental state didn’t lead to a decision he’d come to regret. I knocked on his door and didn’t get a reply. I knew Adamo was inside and could only assume he had his headphones on like so often. I pushed the door open and found him lying on his bed, listening to music and glaring at the ceiling. When he spotted me, he frowned and sat up, pulling his headphones off. “Ever heard of privacy?”

I took in the mess on the floor, crumpled clothes, dirty dishes, half-empty Coke bottles with cigarette stubs inside of them. “No smoking in the house. You know the rules.”