Twisted Emotions (The Camorra Chronicles 2)

I considered it for a moment then shook my head. Nervous, definitely yes, but not scared.

He nodded, obviously pleased.

“If this is turning into a fucking session, warn us, all right?” Savio muttered.

Nino narrowed his eyes, expression hardening. “Savio, watch it.”

“What? Now I can’t say fucking because she is here?” He sat back up, scowling at me. “No strippers, no whores, and now you don’t want me to say fucking?” He looked at Remo. “Tell him he needs to stop acting like a fucking pussy and show Kiara who’s boss.”

“I think she knows who’s boss,” Remo said with a twisted smile. “And you stop bitching. Take a whore into your room if you are eager for pussy.”

Savio leaned back with a challenging glint aimed at Nino. “What no ‘watch it’ when Remo says pussy?”

Nino rolled his eyes and relaxed again. “With you there is still hope. Remo is a lost cause.”

Savio chuckled. “Yeah, that’s a given.”

“I don’t care if you say fuck,” I said. “This is your house and you can talk however you like.”

“It is our house,” Nino said firmly. “And he can say fuck and whatever else he wants as long as he doesn’t insult you. You are mine, and I won’t have him insult you.”

“Geez, I didn’t insult her. I asked if you were about to fuck. That’s a valid question, don’t you think?”

Adamo gave me a look, which made me laugh again.

“We aren’t about to fuck, satisfied?” Nino asked.

Savio grinned. “More satisfied than you, obviously.”

Luckily, the conversation returned to fight strategies after that, but Savio’s words kept replaying in my mind. Would I ever be able to satisfy Nino? I wasn’t even sure I would ever be able to touch him there.

When Nino stepped out of the bathroom in only his briefs, I realized how stupid my concerns were. My eyes never seemed to get enough of watching him, but my fingers now itched to touch as well.

“What do you want?” he asked as he walked toward the bed.

“Touch you,” I admitted.

He stopped right in front of the bed, allowing me to see him in all his muscled glory. I swallowed, getting overwhelmed again.

“Do you want me to keep my briefs on?”

I nodded quickly because if he got naked, I’d lose my courage.

“Of course.” He nodded toward the nightstand. “Cuffs?”

“Yes.”

He grabbed the handcuffs from the nightstand, cuffed his left hand to the bedpost, and stretched out on the bed.

I knelt beside him. Nino looked completely at ease as he lay sprawled out on the bed. His eyes trailed over me, taking in every inch.

“You can touch me wherever you want.”

“Where do you want me to touch you?” I knew the answer to that question, of course.

“This is about you, Kiara. Touch me where you want.”

Gathering my courage, I ran my hands over his chest then down his abs until my fingertips grazed his waistband. Then I quickly backed up. I kept my eyes on my hands as I explored his muscled chest, but his eyes were on me the entire time. I ran my fingernails lightly over his chest, scraping across his nipples, and he exhaled deeply.

I stifled a smile and repeated the motion then moved lower. Avoiding his briefs, I moved on to his legs, massaging his strong thighs, before I returned to his torso once more. A while after my ministrations, he grew hard under his briefs. My hands paused on his abs.

“You are in control,” he assured me. His voice was deeper than ever before. My uncle had guided my hand last time, forced it down onto his erection, forced me to rub him. I’d hated the feel of him. Swallowing the growing lump in my throat, I pushed any thought of the past aside.

I ran my hands back up to his chest then down again, over his hips and down his thighs, and then on the way up, I brushed over him with my thumbs, barely touching him. He grew harder immediately, and I repeated the motion then moved back up to his chest. Nino’s eyes were keen as he watched me, his breathing deeper and his body taut like a bowstring. His hand came up to stroke my upper arm, a whisper of a touch that sent tingles into every nerve ending. “I can touch you like that as well if you want.”

“But won’t you need both your hands?”

He tilted his head. “It would add to your enjoyment, but if you feel threatened we should keep me restrained.

“No, let’s try it without the cuffs.” I leaned over and opened them for him. He lifted up, bringing our faces close. I pressed my mouth against his, and he took the lead as he always did. My eyes fluttered shut as warmth settled in my core from the skillful way his lips and tongue worked me. I moaned softly into his mouth, and he pulled back. I peered up at him questioningly.