Twisted Emotions (The Camorra Chronicles Book 2)

by Cora Reilly

  I began moving my hand slowly, up and down, focusing on the present, on my breathing, on Nino’s low exhales, on the silkiness of him in my palm. He was tense under my touch, and when I finally dared to look up, his eyes burned into me with desire.

  I shuddered, my movements faltering for a moment, but then I tightened my grip and sped up. This time I kept my eyes on his face, needing to see him, needing to see what I did to him. Nino never looked away as I rubbed him harder and faster, his breathing turning into pants. My own breathing turned labored as I watched him, watched his beautiful face. His free hand gripped the edge of the mattress as his expression twisted and his thigh muscles contorted under my hand. “If you keep it up, I’m going to come,” he rasped.

  I didn’t stop. I needed to continue. My lips parted when Nino’s eyes closed. His hips thrust upwards, and he came with a shudder. Nothing was more beautiful than Nino’s perfectly cold face alight with passion. My gaze flitted down to my hand as he came over my fingers.

  Stilling, my breathing lodged in my chest. He twitched twice, and then Nino, too, stilled. It became very quiet around us except for the pounding of my heart in my ears.

  NINO

  Kiara stared down at her hand wrapped around my softening cock with my cum all over it. She was tense and her expression was impossible for me to read. I sat up, unlocked the handcuff, and gently pried her hand off me. Then I stood and tugged her along. She followed me without a word into the bathroom, where I turned the water on in the sink on and held her hand under it, washing my cum off. I could only assume it had triggered memories from the past.

  Her brows drew together, and finally she raised her eyes to mine. “Why did you do that?”

  I regarded her, trying to read her expression, but it was only puzzled not upset. I dried her hand then curled my fingers around her wrist. Her pulse was fast but not as fast as it was when she was scared. “I assumed you were upset because I came over your hand.”

  “I wasn’t,” she said quietly.

  I tilted my head. “Then why did you tense? You looked upset.”

  “I was stunned and relieved,” she said slowly. “Because I was worried I couldn’t do it. That it would remind me too much of what he did, but it didn’t. I wasn’t disgusted.”

  “That’s good,” I murmured. I hadn’t expected her to touch me today, but she must have felt safe with me being restrained. She smiled up at me, and I returned the smile. Her expression softened further. She pressed up against me, and my hands automatically wrapped around her hips. “Let me touch your pussy, Kiara. I want to make you feel good. I want to make you come hard.”

  A blush spread on her cheeks. There was still uncertainty on her face.

  “My fingers won’t bring pain, only pleasure. Trust me.”

  “I do,” she said quietly.

  I led her back into the bedroom, and Kiara lay down on the bed, watching me with a small, tense smile. I knelt beside her. “I will massage your legs and work my way up. For now, you’ll keep your panties on, okay?”

  She nodded.

  As I put my palms on her thighs, her skin tightened under the touch. “You just say ‘stop’ when you want me to stop,” I told her firmly, meeting her gaze.

  “Okay,” she said.

  I began kneading her outer thigh, and after a moment she relaxed, but I didn’t move on. Eventually, I widened my movements, my fingertips stroking the soft inner side of her thighs where the small scar was. Kiara’s breathing deepened. I brushed my palm higher, finally reaching her panty-covered mound. She sucked in a breath, and I glanced up at her and found her watching me.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  She gave a quick shake of her head, and I smiled. “Good.”

  I ran my palm over her panties again, and she rocked her hips lightly. This time as I brushed my hand over her, I slid my middle finger over the little dip, brushing her folds and clit. She arched up with a surprised little moan, and I repeated the motion. Her panties stuck to her wet flesh, giving me a perfect view of her slit. Slowing my hand as I ran it over her, I made sure the pad of my finger rested against her nub. I kept my palm pressed against her pussy. Her heat and wetness was tantalizing against my skin. Her heady scent teased my nose and made me want to bury my face in her lap and lick up her arousal.

  I moved my fingertip lightly over her clit, and Kiara moaned then flushed, biting her lip. I repeated the motion. “Don’t quiet yourself. Let me hear you. That way I know you enjoy what I’m doing.” Though, her soaked panties were a fucking good indicator as well.

  Lightly rocking the heel of my palm against her, my finger brushed her clit. Eventually, she moved her hips against me, her hands fisting the sheets.

  Her eyes lowered to my groin area. I knew she’d find me hard.

  “Come for me, Kiara,” I ordered.

  She moaned again, almost helplessly, her body beginning to shake under my touch. I sped up my finger. “Nino,” she gasped. “I … I … oh God.” Her eyes widened and then her hips bucked, and she cried out as she shuddered violently. I slowed my strokes, enjoying the way her panties clung to her with arousal.

  My cock ached for another release, for her pussy, her taste and warmth. She was so fucking wet. It would have been so very pleasurable if I’d fucked her now, but her fear still prevented it.

  Lifting my finger, I kept up the pressure of my palm against her center, knowing it would prolong her orgasm.

  She watched me with parted lips, her curls a wild mess around her head. “Thank you,” she whispered.

  “For giving you an orgasm?” I asked with a hint of amusement.

  I climbed back up to her and stretched out beside her. She moved closer, and I wrapped my arm around her. “For never going beyond what I can take,” she said quietly. “For showing me that being touched there doesn’t have to be painful.”

  She put her head down on my chest, and my body relaxed at the feel of her warmth.

  CHAPTER 17

  KIARA

  I was a nervous wreck. This was the first time I’d be returning to Baltimore since marrying Nino, after the bloody sheets scandal. Giulia’s description of the aftermath of that day was probably softened for my sake.

  I’d be the center of attention. People would whisper behind my back. They would judge me for actions that weren’t even my own.

  Nino stepped up to me. “We should head out now. The plane ride takes almost five hours, and we need to be at your uncle’s house around seven p.m.”

  I nodded and my stomach tightened even more.

  “Where’s your dress?” he asked.

  I pointed toward the dark blue modest dress hanging on the door. It was one of the dresses Aunt Egidia had bought for me a couple of years back. It was the safe choice.

  Nino shook his head once. He walked into our walk-in closet and emerged a few minutes later with the long red silk dress I bought a few weeks ago.

  My eyes widened. “If I wear that, people will be staring even more.”

  Nino tilted his head. “You are a Falcone, my wife, and you won’t try to hide. You will hold your head high and show them that they are beneath you. Show them how beautiful you are. Let them stare.”

  I blinked and nodded mutely. He made it sound so easy.

  Remo, Nino, and I took the private jet to Baltimore. Savio, Adamo, and Fabiano stayed in Vegas since this was more of a family matter, it being my uncle’s seventieth birthday. Remo, as the Capo of the Camorra, was invited as a guest of honor, though I assumed that my aunt and uncle weren’t too enthused about having him under their roof.

  We would be staying in a hotel this time because Giulia and Cassio, as well as my other step-siblings, were already spending the night at my aunt and uncle’s house. And of course because pretty much every member of the Famiglia had grown even more wary of Nino and Remo since they killed Durant on my wedding night.

  Sometimes I wondered if something was wrong with me because I didn’t feel guilty for what happened to him. I did
n’t see his corpse, but from the reactions of everyone who had, I knew it was bad.

  I regarded Nino and Remo over the top of my book. They were discussing an upcoming meeting with Luca.

  We arrived later than expected at our hotel, so I had to hurry getting ready. When I was dressed in the red dress with a slit going all the way up to my upper thigh, combined with the low-cut neckline, I couldn’t tear my eyes from the mirror. My dark hair fell in waves down my back and shoulders, and I put on lipstick in the same blood red color as my dress. Lady in red.

  Nino came up behind me with a pleased look. “You will be the center of attention, Kiara, as you should be. You are a sight to behold. Blood red is your color.”

  I huffed out a laugh. “People will think of the bloody sheets, no doubt.”

  Nino put his hands on my hips, and without thinking about it, I leaned back against him, relishing in the feel of his strong body pressed up against my back. “Let them remember the sheets. It’s what will happen to anyone who dares to touch you.”

  I shivered at the expression on his face. So cold and cruel. So beautiful. Nino in his black tux and blood red bowtie was a breathtaking sight on his own, but together we looked perfect, like we were meant to be together. It was a ridiculous thought, a romantic notion I would never utter aloud because Nino wouldn’t understand.

  “Come now, we don’t want to be late,” he murmured, but his eyes traveled over my neckline once more, and the desire in his expression tightened my core.

  Remo was already waiting in the lobby of the hotel when Nino and I arrived. Remo, too, was dressed in a tuxedo, but he wore a black bowtie. I’d never seen him this dressed up, not even at my wedding.

  His eyes took their time assessing me. Then he smirked. “I bet a few people will be hit with unpleasant memories when they see your dress.”

  I wrung my hands as the rented limousine dropped us off in front of my old home. Nino wrapped his arm around my waist, his hand resting possessively on my hip.

  I took a deep breath.

  “Hold your head high,” Nino reminded me quietly.

  Remo looked at us curiously. “Don’t let any of those fuckers put you down because your father was a traitor. Don’t let them put you down for any other shit either. You are a Falcone now. If one of them doesn’t show respect, tell me or Nino and we’ll handle them.”

  “Thanks,” I said with a small smile.

  Remo gave a quick nod. I wasn’t quite as terrified of him as I had been before, and he tried not to scare me too much. Maybe we’d come to an understanding eventually.

  The door to the mansion swung open. Aunt Egidia and Uncle Felix came into view. Their eyes widened when they settled on me.

  Nino squeezed my hip, and I raised my head, forcing a smile.

  Kiara Falcone. Someone new. Not the girl who hid in the corners.

  When we arrived in front of them, there was a moment of awkward silence, then I said quickly, “Happy birthday, Uncle Felix.” I kissed his cheek and his expression softened.

  “Thank you, Kiara. You look incredible.”

  “You do,” Aunt Egidia agreed. “What a strong color.”

  I gave her a quick hug as well then stepped back so Nino and Remo could greet her and my uncle. Nino handed the expensive limited-edition scotch to my uncle, who visibly relaxed. It became apparent very quickly that neither Egidia nor Felix enjoyed being around Nino and Remo.

  We followed them inside. The house had been decorated with fresh flowers, and the living room was filled with guests and so was the garden. A buffet had been set up in the adjoining dining room, and waiters walked around with trays loaded with champagne and appetizers. The moment Nino and I entered the room, all eyes turned to us, and most people didn’t manage to hide their surprise seeing me dressed like this.

  Giulia motioned for me to join her and Cassio. I glanced at Nino, who released my waist. “Remo and I will go talk to Luca. Why don’t you head over to your stepsister?”

  I nodded and quickly made my way over to her. She wrapped me in a tight embrace then pulled back and scanned my outfit, a proud expression on her face. “Finally, you’re showing off your curves. You look absolutely stunning.”

  I smiled then nodded at Cassio. He made no move to touch me. He had always been careful not to do so unless absolutely necessary. Giulia and I had never discussed this, but I was fairly sure she had talked to him about what happened to me years ago. He was her husband, so it was only natural to share intimate details.

  “How are things in Las Vegas?” he asked, but from the tension in his expression, I could tell that Giulia must have given him a hard time because she’d been worrying about me.

  I gripped my stepsister’s hand and squeezed. “I’m doing well. You don’t have to worry anymore.”

  Her eyes darted over to Nino, who was listening to something Luca had to say. “You can tell me if something’s wrong, Kiara. We can help you.”

  I laughed. “Giulia, I don’t need your help. I’m now a Falcone. I’m well protected.”

  She regarded me with surprise then exchanged a look with her husband. “Wow. What did they do to you?”

  I glanced toward Nino, and as if he could feel my eyes on him, he turned, meeting my gaze. My lips pulled into a smile. “He taught me my worth.”

  Giulia touched my bare shoulder, her lips parting. “You like him?”

  I couldn’t look away from Nino. “I like him,” I said quietly, and my body warmed at my admittance. Deep down, I realized that perhaps I did more than just like him.

  Giulia grabbed my hand and led me outside into a secluded part of the garden. “Kiara, how is this possible?”

  “What? I thought you’d be happy that I feel home in Las Vegas, that my marriage to Nino isn’t hell as I’d originally feared.”

  “I am happy for you, it’s just so hard to believe that the Falcones treat you right.”

  I shrugged. “It is like you said: some men don’t bring violence home with them. Nino is one of them. He knows how strong he is, how powerful. He doesn’t have to humiliate me to feel powerful.”

  The first real smile spread over Giulia’s face, and she hugged me again. “I’m so happy for you.”

  People kept staring when we returned to the party, but they kept their distance. In the past it had been because they didn’t want to be associated with a traitor; now it seemed as if they were scared. Eventually, I found myself back at Nino’s side, his hand a reassuring presence on my hip.

  “You’re doing good,” he murmured. His praise filled me with pride.

  I felt relieved when we returned to our hotel later that night. Even after less than two months, Las Vegas already felt more like a home than Baltimore ever had, and I longed to be back where people didn’t judge me for my past.

  A couple of days later, I woke with Nino when he got up for his swim. I decided to stay in bed for once and grab a couple of hours of additional sleep. Nino surprised me when he sat down and leaned in close, mouth near my ear. “Tonight, I want to explore every inch of your body with my mouth,” he said, and heat rose to my cheeks. “It’ll be more intense than anything we’ve done so far. I’m very good at it.”

  All I could do in response was nod, stunned into silence, but my body exploded with heat. Nino got up, his swim trunks tenting, and turned to leave.

  I closed my eyes, trying to imagine his mouth between my legs, wondering how it would feel. Restless and hot, I clamped my thighs together. My fingers found their way between my legs, and I stroked myself the way Nino had told me to, imagining his deep, low voice, his hands, his mouth … and I came with a small shudder, but it wasn’t enough. Not even close.

  Slipping out of bed, I opted for a long shower to clear my mind.

  That evening I prepared dinner for the first time. I wasn’t sure if the men would appreciate it, considering it was meatless, but the three-cheese lasagna sounded delicious and as it cooked in the oven, its enticing scent gave me hope that I actually managed to cr
eate something edible.

  I went in search of the men but found only one, Remo, who was kicking the punching bag as if it had personally insulted him. It was his favorite pastime.

  He tossed a look my way but didn’t immediately stop his assault.

  “Where’s Nino?”

  “Shower.” Kick. “He worked out with Adamo today.” Kick. Punch. Punch. Kick.

  “I cooked for us.”

  Remo paused, his dark eyes narrowing. “For you and Nino?”

  “For all of us,” I said quietly, shifting nervously under his harsh glare.

  He moved closer despite my rising tension. Grabbing a towel thrown over the sofa, he stopped in front of me. “No running or flinching today?”

  I pursed my lips. “I never ran from you.”

  “You did when I fucked the whore on the pool table.”

  Steps sounded a moment later, and Nino appeared at my side, lightly touching my back. “That is an unsettling sight.”

  “Your wife cooked for us,” Remo said.

  Nino glanced down at me. He smelled of his spicy shower gel. A few wet strands hung down his forehead and temples.

  “Adamo took me grocery shopping today. I thought it would be nice to have a home-cooked meal for once.”

  My eyes darted to his mouth, trying to imagine how it would feel, but I came up short. My imagination wasn’t very good.

  “I assume no animal was harmed,” Remo muttered.

  Nino sent his brother a warning look.

  “It is vegetarian, yes, but your cholesterol levels will get their fill. Don’t worry. It’s layered with mozzarella, pecorino, and taleggio cheese.”

  “About three pounds of cheese,” Adamo added as he sauntered down the steps, his wet hair tousled.

  “Do you need my help?” Nino asked.