Twisted Pride (The Camorra Chronicles 3)

Samuel nodded. I could tell that he needed to go. He was surrounded by his enemies, and even if I knew he was safe because Remo had declared him as such, he felt uncomfortable.

“Will I see you again? I can’t lose you, Sam.”

Samuel rested his forehead against mine. “You won’t lose me. I don’t know how, but I’ll try to talk to you on the phone and reply to your messages. But I can’t come here again. And you can’t come to Outfit territory.”

“Thank you for being here.”

He kissed my forehead again. Then with another hard look toward Remo, he walked away, sideways, never fully turning his back because he didn’t trust Remo’s promise. When he finally disappeared from view, I released a sharp breath. A bittersweet happiness filled me.

Remo came up behind me, his arms wrapping around my chest, pulling me against him. “You’ll see him again. He won’t give you up. He’s as stubborn as you.”

I gave him an indignant look. “I’m not stubborn.”

“Of course not.” He kissed my shoulder blade then lightly bit down on the crook of my neck, making me shiver with desire. I couldn’t wait to be alone with him.

REMO

Serafina was practically shaking with arousal as I led her to our bedroom after the wedding feast. She was a beautiful bride, free and untamed and glowing with happiness. She was everything she was meant to be.

When we arrived in our bedroom, she pushed me against the door, shutting it in the process. Standing on her tiptoes, she pressed her body against mine, her fingers raking through my hair as her mouth tasted mine. Fuck. I met her tongue with hunger and need as my hands cupped her ass through her dress, squeezing hard. She moaned into my mouth, rubbing her breasts against my chest. One of her hands slid down my chest and closed over my cock, which was already painfully hard.

I rocked my hips, driving myself against her palm.

Snatching up Serafina’s hand, I turned us around, trapping her between the door and my body, her arm raised above her head, pressed into the wood. “So dominant,” she teased, and I silenced her with a harsher kiss, thrusting against her to show her what awaited her. I gathered her long skirt. “Hold it up, Angel,” I ordered.

She bit her lip, stifling a smile. Her fingers curled over the fabric, and she held it up, revealing a flimsy lace thong.

I got down on one knee, smiling darkly as I slid the thin piece of clothing down her legs, laying her pussy bare to me. “Remember the first time I tasted your pussy?”

She widened her stance slightly, making a small impatient rocking motion with her pelvis. “How could I ever forget? It was the best thing I’d ever felt.” Her voice was heavy with arousal.

“I’m going to make today even better,” I promised.

“Please, Remo, just taste me already.”

I hooked my palm under her knee and opened her up as I pressed her leg up against the door. Finally, I leaned forward and took a long lick. Pulling back, I rasped. “Oh, Angel, you’re already so fucking ready for my cock.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I don’t care. I want your tongue first. Now stop talking.”

I chuckled, ridiculously turned on by her desire and bossiness. Thrusting two fingers into her, I began sucking her clit. She cried out, one of her hands clutching my head as I alternated between sucking her nub and her soft lips while my fingers worked her deeply. Her wetness and the heady scent of her arousal drove me insane with desire, my cock close to combusting. I just wanted to fuck her, but she’d get what she wanted first. Her moans and whimpers turned more desperate as I drove her close to the brink only to release her clit and suckle the inside of her thigh, my fingers stilling.

“Remo,” she said, half angry, half desperate.

I closed my mouth over her clit as I slammed my fingers into her, and Serafina arched up, crying out my name as her release shook her body. I kept thrusting and suckling until she began jerking, overwhelmed by the sensation. Sliding my fingers out of her channel, I dipped my tongue in, causing her to let out another low moan. I pushed to my feet, shoving down my pants and crashing my lips down against hers so she could taste herself. “Ready to be fucked now?” I growled.

“Oh yes,” she groaned, her marble cheeks flushed with desire.

I hoisted her up against the door, her dress bunched between our bodies as Serafina wrapped her legs around my hips. Locking gazes, I drove into her in one hard thrust. Her walls clamped down around my cock, and she tilted her head back with a gasp, baring that perfect throat. I marked her unblemished skin, my fingers digging into her soft thighs as I slammed into her again and again. She clung to my shoulders, her lips parted, lids hooded with pleasure. Her grip turned painful as she got closer, her heels digging into my ass. I groaned, my balls tightening, but I kept thrusting into her, pushing her up against the wall, and then she froze with a beautiful cry. It took all my fucking self-control not to be swept away with her. Grunting, I kept rocking my hips until she softened, and her head fell forward for an uncoordinated kiss.