Twisted Hearts (The Camorra Chronicles 5)

Savio reached for me and I froze. His eyes rested on my face as he touched his palm to my waist. Despite the hot water, goose bumps flashed across my skin.

Savio tilted his head with an intense look as he very slowly slid his fingers higher, stroking my ribs lightly.

My tongue felt heavy, like a useless lump in my mouth. I wanted to keep the upper hand in this, but I could feel my composure slipping. Why had I ever thought it was a good idea being naked around Savio?

“Won’t you push me away and tell me to stop, Kitty?”

“Don’t,” I choked out, and his fingers at the underside of my breast halted and then I ruined everything. “Don’t call me Kitty. It makes me feel like a stupid little kid.”

“Oh Gem, you aren’t a fucking kid,” he growled as his dark eyes roamed the length of me and then he bowed his head and snatched my nipple between his lips. I gasped, my hand flying up to grip the back of his head. Squeezing my eyes shut, I leaned back against the shower. What was happening?

Every tug of his lips sent a spike of pleasure through my center. Soon arousal pooled between my legs as they grew heavier and heavier. A hard suck made my eyes fly open. Savio cast his gaze up, watching my face while he sucked my nipple. Even in my dirtiest fantasies about him, and even knowing the rumors about his skills, I couldn’t have imagined how amazing his mouth would feel on my breast. Dragging his mouth away with a lazy smirk, he licked a trail to my other nipple before that, too, disappeared between his lips. His hand came up and he began rubbing my breast.

I was panting, could do nothing but focus on breathing and standing upright. Savio pulled away, and I almost whimpered. His expression said he knew of the effect he had on me.

“Have you ever touched your tits?”

I nodded.

He kissed my nipple, then smiled darkly. “And?”

Why was he talking? I wanted his mouth back around my nipple. My core was throbbing like crazy.

“It didn’t do anything for me,” I pressed out.

“What a shame,” he drawled then suckled my nipple softly again, keeping his eyes on me. He let my nipple slide out of his mouth. “I suppose then this isn’t doing anything for you either and I should stop?”

One day I was going to murder him, but not today, certainly not before this tension in my core was gone.

I shook my head.

“I’m afraid I need you to say it.”

“Don’t stop.”

“Stop doing what?” His lips were so close to my nipple, it was driving me completely insane.

“What you did before?”

He shook his head. “Not going to cut it. Say what you want.”

“Keep sucking my nipple,” I gritted out as heat shot into my face.

“Your wish is my command.” He started sucking leisurely again and I closed my eyes, drowning in the sensation. I lost all sense of time until his fingers ghosted down my belly and they brushed the sensitive skin right above my pubic bone. My eyes shot open.

“Do you feel my sucking down here?” he rasped close to my nipple.

His thumb lightly grazed the triangle of trimmed hair and I shuddered. I felt it there and everywhere. He set me aflame in a way I hadn’t considered a possibility.

His fingers moved lower, and finally I snapped out of my trance.

“No,” I said, sounding less sure than I wanted as I gripped his wrist. I’d let this go way too far already. When it came to Savio, I had such a hard time resisting.

“Why do you keep this up, Gem? I could make you feel good, better than you’ve ever felt. What do you want from me?”

I wasn’t sure, not right now. Not with his naked body so close, with his hungry gaze branding my skin, with his fingers so close to where I was aching. “I don’t want this to be a game for you. I want you to take this marriage as serious as I do. I…” I wanted him to trust me enough to share his darkest thoughts and fears with me, wanted him to love me like I’d loved him for so long, I could hardly remember how it was before.

His eyes softened. “I married you, Gem. That’s not a game, I fucking know that, okay? You make me laugh. You are the only girl who ever made me slack-jawed in the gym. You are the only girl I can watch cage fights with. You don’t screech or puke when you see blood. You are tough and soft, heaven and hell. You’re the full package. That’s why I wanted you.”

My lips parted in surprise.

“Only because I like to joke and play around doesn’t mean I don’t know what kind of responsibility I have now. I do know and it’s new for me. As new as all of this is for you. I’ve never had a relationship. I’m fucking winging it, and I’ll mess up over and over again, probably until we’re old and wrinkly, or Botoxed and face-lifted in our case.”