Twisted Cravings (The Camorra Chronicles 6)

Control. I needed it.

I jerked free of Adamo’s hold and his intoxicating kiss, panting and tingling all over.

For a moment, Dinara looked almost frightened but maybe it was the distant firelight throwing dim shadows across her face. It was difficult to make out details so far away from the only light source.

Dinara’s red lips pulled into a daring smile that went straight to my dick. “I thought you didn’t mix business and pleasure?” Her voice was throaty and breathless. My heart was pounding in my chest and my cock was already pressing uncomfortably against my jeans. I hadn’t felt a desire this strong in… ever.

“I don’t. Usually.”

It wouldn’t be the first rule I broke. I had a long history of things I shouldn’t do. Dinara seemed a good reason to add another one to the list.

I took out the cigarette package from my back pocket. “What about you? Do you mix business and pleasure?”

Dinara didn’t say anything. The fall and rise of her chest were unmistakable even in the dim light streaming from the distant fireplace, our only light source. We were so far out and away from civilization that the darkness was almost impenetrable outside of camp. The headlights of the surrounding cars had all been shut off when their owners had gone to sleep or joined the campfire. Dinara pulled out a joint, her fingers shaking. I couldn’t interpret her physical reaction to our kiss.

She lit up the joint and put it in her mouth, causing my mind to create more explicit associations. It glowed brightly as she sucked in a deep breath. After another drag, she handed the joint to me and I took a deep inhale, feeling its effects hum in my veins. I dropped my cigarette packet on the hood for an after-sex-smoke I’d hopefully require. Sex and drugs had been my favorite combination for a while. “You didn’t answer my question. Or why did you pull back? I had a feeling you enjoyed the kiss more than a little.” Her nipples had been rock-hard and eager for attention when I’d touched them.

Dinara leaned closer and pressed her palm against the bulge in my pants, making me hiss. “I think you enjoyed it even more.” I resisted the urge to reach into her pants, even if I knew I’d find her sopping wet, ready to be fucked.

“I did, which is why I don’t see why we stopped.”

“Because I like things to go by my rules,” Dinara said cryptically and hopped off the hood. I thought she’d leave but instead she grabbed my hand and dragged me toward my car, which was even further outside of camp and cloaked in darkness. I followed her and let her push me against the hood of my car. Her face hovered right before mine, her breathing fast and sweet. “What—”

She pressed a finger against my lips, shutting me up.

Dinara reached down and unbuckled my belt with a soft cling, too loud in the starry night. Nothing stirred around us but Dinara didn’t seem concerned about getting caught anyway as she pulled down my zipper. I removed the joint from my lips and leaned down to kiss her but she turned her head away. “No kissing.”

I bit back my questions, worried I’d stop her from continuing whatever she had in mind. My cock was already eager for her next move. She snagged the joint from my fingers and took a deep drag before she slid it back between my lips. Her hands trailed down my chest and she sank down to her knees, taking me completely off-guard. She tugged at my boxers and jeans until my cock sprang free. I couldn’t stop staring at the crown of her head so close to my leaking tip.

Her warm fingers curled around my shaft before she took my tip into her hot, wet mouth. I hissed past the joint then sucked in a deep gust of the smoke as Dinara took me deeper into her mouth until my tip hit the back of her throat. She gagged but didn’t retreat. “Fuck,” I pressed out. I touched the back of her head but she swatted my hand away and slowly slid my cock back out of her mouth. “No touching. Hands on the hood if you want me to keep blowing you. My rules, not yours. Remember.”

I put my palms flat on the car and peered down at Dinara’s head moving back and forth as she sucked me. Her tongue circled my tip languidly, licking up my pre-cum. I wished I could see more of her than the scheme of her head. I wanted to see her gorgeous red lips around my tip as she sucked it. This felt like a dream. But even my best drug-induced hallucinations hadn’t been anywhere as good as this.