Twisted Bonds (The Camorra Chronicles 4)

She arched with a small moan. “Nino, please.”

“Relax. Listen. Feel,” I told her.

I played a new, higher note and licked along her inner thigh right to the crook between her thigh and pussy, then inhaled again and my own arousal almost made me give up my plan. Fuck. I wanted to dive in, devour her pussy and then bury myself inside of her.

“Nino, please just …”

“Just what? What do you want?” I licked over her scar then sucked the skin into my mouth and hit the low note again. Kiara’s thigh muscles twitched against my lips.

“Nino…”

“Say what you want.”

“I want you to lick me,” she admitted.

“Good.” I pressed my mouth to her pussy and licked, long and slow like the A note. As my fingers found the higher notes, hitting them faster and faster, I fluttered my tongue over her clit. She tensed and hitting the A note once more, I sucked her clit between my lips and she came in my mouth, arching up on the piano, an apparition of red fabric and white skin against the black lacquer. Closing my eyes, I allowed myself to feel the music, to savor Kiara’s taste. Perfection.

Drawing back, I closed the lid again then opened my fly and pulled out my cock. Grasping her hips, I pulled her down until her feet found the floor and she was leaning back against the piano with her pussy hovering above my dick.

“Bend your legs.”

She did and my tip pressed against her folds. Moaning, she tried to lower herself further but my hand on her hip held her fast. “Not yet.” I rubbed my thick tip along her pussy lips nudging her clit every time. She panted and my own breathing turned ragged. I couldn’t resist any longer.

“Ride me.”

She lowered herself, her fingers clinging to the piano lid behind her as she impaled herself on my length. She started moving her hips, up and down, rotating at the same time, chasing pleasure while driving me to the brink of my own control as I watched her. Reaching for the shawl, I tugged it away. Kiara’s eyes blazed with lust and need, and she rocked even faster against me. Our eyes held each other, her lips parting in a small cry and she clenched around me, tipping me over the edge with her. She kept rocking against me even as I pulled her to my chest until finally she became slack on top of me.

“Wow,” she breathed. “I didn’t think music could be erotic.”

“When you are concerned everything can be erotic,” I drawled as I trailed appreciative kisses along her chest and throat.

“Where in the ever loving fuck is he?” Remo snarled. We’d gathered in the common area to discuss Adamo’s disappearance.

“Not with C.J., that much is clear. She was the first person I checked. Diego said Gemma asked a few of her friends who know the people Adamo hangs with occasionally, but nothing,” I said.

Kiara walked back and forth on the terrace, listening, Alessio strapped to the sling in front of her chest, trying to get him to sleep, but she was listening, I could tell.

I added, “I think we must consider the very valid option that he found someone who’d sell him heroine and now he’s sleeping off his high.”

“If he bought it from the wrong people, he could be dead. Either they kill him, or they sell him low quality drugs that are cut with rat poison or the hell what else. He could be lying in a ditch with an overdose right about now,” Remo ground out. He kept rubbing his thumb up and down the scars on his wrist.

“You did everything you could to protect him.”

“Maybe he’s just at the race. You know he wanted to race this weekend and was pissed when he wasn’t allowed to,” Savio said, one arm braced against the bar.

“One of the crew would have told us,” I said.

“Not if Adamo managed to sneak in again like last time.”

Remo went over to his punching bag and landed a hard kick. “You mean the time he got himself captured by the fucking Outfit?” He exhaled, then gripped the bag hard.

Savio gave me a look that made it clear he was done trying to talk to Remo.

“Their camp is close by at the moment. Northeast of L.A.. We could head over there and check,” I said.

Remo grunted. “He would hide from us.”

“We could try anyway.”

Remo nodded slowly. “But if he’s shit-faced, if he really punched that shit into his veins again, you better hold me back or I might just beat him to within an inch of his life this time.”

Savio shoved away from the bar and plopped down on the sofa. “I guess that means I’ll have to stick around and play babysitter, figuratively and literally.”

“You and Fabiano. We’re lucky he got the house beside ours.”