Twisted Bonds (The Camorra Chronicles 4)

I regarded the small child in my lap, the way he clung to the bottle as if it could be taken from him at any point, the red marks on his belly, the way he responded to gentle touch. “You. I see you.”

Kiara tilted her head with a curious expression. “Me? He doesn’t look like me.”

“That’s not what I mean,” I said, trying to put into words what I felt because that was what Kiara had actually been asking. “I see you because he needs protection and care like you did when you were given to me. I see you because he means you’re happy. I see your love. That’s why I’ll come to love him like I came to love you. You know, it takes time for me.”

“I know, and your words are already more than I expected.” She leaned forward and kissed my cheek.

When we brought him to bed around seven that evening, I wrapped my arms around Kiara from behind, nuzzling her neck. We hadn’t been intimate since Alessio had joined our family. Kiara couldn’t relax with him in the same room and she didn’t want to leave him alone yet. I pressed my erection against her lower back and she released a small sigh, and looked at me over her shoulder. “I can’t with him in the same room.”

“I know,” I murmured and held up the baby phone. “We can leave him here and still make sure he’s fine.”

She bit her lip, torn between her need to protect him and her need for physical closeness. I stroked her side. “Put on your new red dress but no panties and come down to the piano. Bring your red silk shawl. I’ll be waiting for you.”

Kiara nodded.

I turned and headed downstairs. After putting the baby phone on a side table on loud, I sank down on the bench in front of the piano. My cock was straining against my pants. I desired Kiara in a way I hadn’t thought possible. Being with a woman for a couple of years, I’d have thought I’d grow tired of her body, her scent, her taste, but far from it.

I started to play the song I’d created with Kiara until I heard the sound of heels. Kiara descended the stairs in her knee-length elegant red dress and the matching sling-pumps, clutching the red silk shawl in one hand. She looked curious and eager as she approached me. I didn’t stop playing until she was beside me.

“No,” I said when she was about to take a seat beside me on the bench.

Kiara frowned. I slipped the shawl from her fingers and lifted it to her face. “Can I cover your eyes?”

Surprise flashed in her dark eyes, then a flicker of excitement. “Okay.”

I carefully knotted the shawl at the back of her head. “I just want you to feel and for that to work we need to limit your senses,” I rasped.

Kiara released a small breath, shivering. I closed the lid over the keys then hoisted Kiara up on the piano. She gasped. I gripped one heel and set it to the elevated edge of the piano, then did the same with her other foot so she sat in front of me with spread legs. The flowy skirt gathered between her thighs, covering her up.

“Keep your legs like this,” I ordered.

Kiara nodded, her breathing already deepening. Gripping the hem of her skirt, I pushed it up and bunched it around her waist, laying her pussy bare to my view.

Desire raced through my veins, seeing her opened for me, her pink folds already glistening with her lust. I leaned forward and ran my nose along the small white scar on her inner thigh then inhaled. Kiara quivered. “Nino?” Need and a hint of insecurity rang in her voice. I peered up, found her cheeks reddening.

“Lie back,” I murmured and she did. “Relax. Feel. Listen.”

I pushed her skirt even higher then pulled her closer until her pussy hovered over the edge, tantalizing and teasing. I lifted the lid again and hit the A key. The low note reverberated in the piano and, seeing goosebumps rise on Kiara’s skin. She could feel the hum everywhere, even in her pussy. I played the low note again but this time I kissed her knee and trailed my tongue down her calf and circled her ankle with the tip before I moved back up and hit the next note on the piano.

Kiara breathed faster, her breasts rising with every intake, nipples pebbling against the luxurious fabric, and her arousal increased. I kept on this little stimulation, hitting the two lowest notes over and over again while kissing and licking her calves and ankle until she was panting. “You’re going to drip on the piano,” I said in a raw voice, leaning forward and licking up the droplet making its way down Kiara’s perfect butt cheek.