Twisted Hearts (The Camorra Chronicles 5)

I sucked her clit while I fucked her with two fingers, and finally, Gemma’s legs became slack. I pulled back. “I told you so.”

She glared but didn’t say anything. “Hold on,” I ordered, then hoisted her thighs up on my shoulders, opening her up for me before I dove back in. She moaned, rocking her hips. I loved how she didn’t try to mute her moans. She let me hear just how much she loved me licking her. I licked her harder and faster, diving in deeply with every stroke. She began to quiver and gasp, her body becoming tight as a bowstring a moment before she cried out. Her hips rocked desperately in my hold and I smirked against her heated flesh.

She tried to lower her legs when she stopped shaking, but I held on.

“Oh no, Gem. Hold still, now let me have my reward. This is the best part,” I growled, and as expected, she shivered and more of her lust trickled out. I lapped at her lightly, staying clear of her oversensitive button. Soon the tension left her limbs and she began shifting her hips again, her lips parted.

I watched her closely, not wanting to bring her too close. Inexperienced as she still was, she might come before I could pull back.

With a last lingering kiss, I withdrew and gave her my most arrogant grin. She didn’t even react, too dazed by what just happened. I could see the questions in her eyes, maybe why I’d stopped.

I wiped my chin as I straightened. Gemma lowered her arms but kept leaning against the cage. “So do I have reason to be smug?”

“You do,” she admitted breathlessly. I kissed her. Gemma was always honest, that’s what I’d always appreciated about her.

“Do you want more?” I asked.

With hooded eyes, she nodded. I shoved down my shorts and lifted Gemma higher, her back against the cage. Then I lowered her slowly on my hard cock, never taking my eyes off her face to see if this position was okay for her now. It was still a tight fit and I had to go slow, but no sign of pain showed on her face. “God, Savio,” she pressed out when I was buried all the way inside of her.

I grinned cockily, and her lips tightened. “I didn’t call you God.”

I silenced her with my first deep thrust, driving her back against the cage. Gemma’s head fell back. “No,” I growled. “You’re going to watch while I fuck you.”

She met my gaze. She’d never admit it, but she was turned on by my dominant side. Soon I established a faster rhythm. I shifted my legs to get in a better position, my fingers digging into Gemma’s ass cheeks as I pounded into her with deep, hard thrusts that filled the gym with the rattling of the cage.

When we both came, I sank to the floor with Gemma on my lap. She hung limply in my hold. “This is what I call a good workout,” I said.

Gemma laughed. “I’m just glad nobody came in.”

“Even if my brothers came by, they’d knew this wasn’t the sound of fighting.”

Gemma groaned, pressing her face against my throat. I stroked her back. “How’s the cage burn?”

“I’ll be bruised tomorrow.”

“That’s the desired result of fight training.”

Back home, we settled on the sofa for another movie night. This time Adamo’s qualification race for the biggest race of the year. My brother was driving like a madman as usual.

I could tell that Gemma was mulling on something.

“Why do you have such a problem with showing real emotions? Like what you feel for me.”

Fuck. I kept my eyes on the screen. Emotions were a liability. My past had proven that over and over again. “I show you what I feel for you. Twice today.”

Gemma reached for the remote and turned down the volume. “That’s not what I mean.”

“Come on, Gem, don’t ruin this evening with emotional bullshit. I married you, what else do you want?” I took the remote from her hand and turned the volume up again.

Gem faced the TV with an expression of stone. “You make it sound as if you gave me a huge gift by marrying me, as if I should be grateful that you deigned to end your man-whoring ways for me. You never put any kind of effort into this.” She lifted the finger with the engagement ring. “If this is your way to show how much you care for me, then you’re an idiot.”

She pushed to her feet and stalked away. Groaning, I slumped back against the cushions. That’s why I’d never bothered with relationships. Watching Gemma disappear upstairs, I couldn’t stay on the sofa though. When other girls had run off hurt, I’d not given a shit, but with Gem, things were different, not only because we were married.