Twisted Bonds (The Camorra Chronicles 4)

I glared at him in indignation. He was smirking, but cautious. I tried to block his hands but he was too quick and strong, and then I was on my back and he had my wrists above my head in one of his hands, the other hand on my waist holding me down.

My chest heaved and I tried to push through it. Savio released my wrists without backing off, still hovering over me. “Try to push me off.”

I reached out with shaking hands. For some reason I couldn’t bring myself to touch his bare chest. Savio jumped to his feet and held out his hand, pulling me to my feet.

“Kiara, I know this is difficult for you, but we need to condition your brain to unfreeze in situations like that,” Nino said.

Savio regarded me. “All right. Let’s try a different approach. Come closer.”

He waved me toward him until our feet were almost touching and I had to tip my head back to look up at his face.

“You have a problem with my closeness, right?”

I nodded.

“Touch my chest.”

I glanced toward Nino, who was looking thoughtful. Savio stepped into my line of vision.

“Eyes on me. Nino, can deal. You’re not grabbing my dick, only my chest.”

I huffed out laughter and hesitantly pressed my palms against Savio’s chest. Of course I could feel a blush rise into my cheeks. Savio’s mouth twitched, his eyes darting to Nino.

“Does she blush like that whenever she touches you? She must be lightheaded when she touches your cock.”

Without thinking, I slapped his chest.

Savio grinned. “See? Was that so hard?”

“No.”

The amusement disappeared from Savio’s expression. “All right. I’m going to wrap my fingers around your wrists now.”

Savio gripped me like he’d said. I concentrated on his eyes, which held my gaze steadily. “I’m going to force your hands down my body. Not lower than my waistband, calm down, and you’re trying to break my grip or stop me in some other way. Doesn’t matter how. I’ll move slowly, giving you plenty of time to consider your options.” He cocked an eyebrow. “Ready?”

“Yes.”

Savio tightened his grip and pushed my palms down his pecs to the beginning of his six pack. My gaze darted down to his fight shorts.

“Eyes off my dick. He’s not your problem.”

I snorted, and that seemed to do the trick. I tugged at Savio’s hold but he didn’t budge. Without thinking I let myself fall back, startling Savio. His hands tightened to stop my fall and I used the momentum to bring my leg up and aim a kick at his groin. In a stunningly fast move he released one of my hands and blocked my kick with his hand and raised knee. He jerked me back to my feet.

“Not bad.”

I smiled proudly.

“Now we’re turning the tables. I’m going to put my hands on your body. Shoulder blades to ass or hips to tits. What do you prefer?”

I blinked as if he’d spoken a foreign language. “What?”

Savio stepped closer and slowly curled his fingers over my hipbones. “Like this and I’ll move up,” he explained quietly. I swallowed, having become completely still. He moved his arms around me so his palms rested on my shoulder blades, bringing us even closer. My breathing quickened as I craned my neck to hold his gaze. “Or like this and I’ll move down.”

“The first,” I said.

Savio nodded and dropped his hands. “Okay. Let’s choose a safe word.”

“Safe word…”

“That’s a word kinky people use because stop turns them on.”

I shook my head, not sure if I was on the verge of a giggling fit or hysterical breakdown. Maybe both.

“Let’s choose a word. One you’ll be reluctant to use. You should only use your safe word to stop our simulation if you really can’t bear another fucking second of my touch. I want you to cross your boundaries.”

“Okay.”

Savio tilted his head to the side. “What would make you extremely uncomfortable? How about ‘lick my pussy’?”

I pressed my lips together and turned to shoot a desperate look at Nino, but he was gone. Savio nudged my chin so I faced him.

“It’s only you and me, Tiny. Focus, all right? I’m going to touch your hips now and you’re going to say ‘Lick my pussy’ as a safe word. Stop won’t change a fucking thing, got it? Stop me in any way you can think of. Ready?”

I took a deep breath then nodded.

Savio rested his hands on my hips. It was strange to allow this closeness. Slowly he slid up, fingertips brushing my stomach over the fabric of my shirt.

“Are you just going to let me feel you up?” Savio said challengingly.

I gripped his wrists, trying to pull them away, but he kept moving higher, reaching my ribcage. I raised my hands and brought my elbows down, trying to slam them into his wrists. Savio snatched his hands back before I could do real damage.