Twisted Emotions (The Camorra Chronicles 2)

I moved my fingertip lightly over her clit, and Kiara moaned then flushed, biting her lip. I repeated the motion. “Don’t quiet yourself. Let me hear you. That way I know you enjoy what I’m doing.” Though, her soaked panties were a fucking good indicator as well.

Lightly rocking the heel of my palm against her, my finger brushed her clit. Eventually, she moved her hips against me, her hands fisting the sheets.

Her eyes lowered to my groin area. I knew she’d find me hard.

“Come for me, Kiara,” I ordered.

She moaned again, almost helplessly, her body beginning to shake under my touch. I sped up my finger. “Nino,” she gasped. “I … I … oh God.” Her eyes widened and then her hips bucked, and she cried out as she shuddered violently. I slowed my strokes, enjoying the way her panties clung to her with arousal.

My cock ached for another release, for her pussy, her taste and warmth. She was so fucking wet. It would have been so very pleasurable if I’d fucked her now, but her fear still prevented it.

Lifting my finger, I kept up the pressure of my palm against her center, knowing it would prolong her orgasm.

She watched me with parted lips, her curls a wild mess around her head. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“For giving you an orgasm?” I asked with a hint of amusement.

I climbed back up to her and stretched out beside her. She moved closer, and I wrapped my arm around her. “For never going beyond what I can take,” she said quietly. “For showing me that being touched there doesn’t have to be painful.”

She put her head down on my chest, and my body relaxed at the feel of her warmth.

CHAPTER 17

KIARA

I was a nervous wreck. This was the first time I’d be returning to Baltimore since marrying Nino, after the bloody sheets scandal. Giulia’s description of the aftermath of that day was probably softened for my sake.

I’d be the center of attention. People would whisper behind my back. They would judge me for actions that weren’t even my own.

Nino stepped up to me. “We should head out now. The plane ride takes almost five hours, and we need to be at your uncle’s house around seven p.m.”

I nodded and my stomach tightened even more.

“Where’s your dress?” he asked.

I pointed toward the dark blue modest dress hanging on the door. It was one of the dresses Aunt Egidia had bought for me a couple of years back. It was the safe choice.

Nino shook his head once. He walked into our walk-in closet and emerged a few minutes later with the long red silk dress I bought a few weeks ago.

My eyes widened. “If I wear that, people will be staring even more.”

Nino tilted his head. “You are a Falcone, my wife, and you won’t try to hide. You will hold your head high and show them that they are beneath you. Show them how beautiful you are. Let them stare.”

I blinked and nodded mutely. He made it sound so easy.

Remo, Nino, and I took the private jet to Baltimore. Savio, Adamo, and Fabiano stayed in Vegas since this was more of a family matter, it being my uncle’s seventieth birthday. Remo, as the Capo of the Camorra, was invited as a guest of honor, though I assumed that my aunt and uncle weren’t too enthused about having him under their roof.

We would be staying in a hotel this time because Giulia and Cassio, as well as my other step-siblings, were already spending the night at my aunt and uncle’s house. And of course because pretty much every member of the Famiglia had grown even more wary of Nino and Remo since they killed Durant on my wedding night.

Sometimes I wondered if something was wrong with me because I didn’t feel guilty for what happened to him. I didn’t see his corpse, but from the reactions of everyone who had, I knew it was bad.

I regarded Nino and Remo over the top of my book. They were discussing an upcoming meeting with Luca.

We arrived later than expected at our hotel, so I had to hurry getting ready. When I was dressed in the red dress with a slit going all the way up to my upper thigh, combined with the low-cut neckline, I couldn’t tear my eyes from the mirror. My dark hair fell in waves down my back and shoulders, and I put on lipstick in the same blood red color as my dress. Lady in red.

Nino came up behind me with a pleased look. “You will be the center of attention, Kiara, as you should be. You are a sight to behold. Blood red is your color.”

I huffed out a laugh. “People will think of the bloody sheets, no doubt.”

Nino put his hands on my hips, and without thinking about it, I leaned back against him, relishing in the feel of his strong body pressed up against my back. “Let them remember the sheets. It’s what will happen to anyone who dares to touch you.”