Twisted Cravings (The Camorra Chronicles, #6)(11)

If Dinara wanted to save her mother and worse avenge her, she’d be in more danger than she could ever anticipate. Maybe a reasonable Capo would hesitate to hurt a Pakhan’s daughter, but Remo had never shied back from insane maneuvers. After all, he’d kidnapped the niece of the Outfit’s Capo and even made her fall in love with him.

Even if Dinara had ulterior motives for joining the races and for seeking my closeness, I didn’t want her to get hurt. I loved Remo, but I didn’t agree with everything he did, and many of his actions had me worried, especially in the past.





C.J. smiled brightly when she opened the door and embraced me. “I missed you.” She lived a thirty-minute-drive from the mansion and after the festivities were over, I headed over to her. We hadn’t seen each other in four weeks, which was a long time. I usually tried to return to Vegas every other week for at least a night or two.

“I missed you too,” I said and kissed her lips. She was dressed in a sexy purple negligee that left little to my imagination and her brown hair hung in smooth curls down her shoulders. We both knew what our companionship was about after all. Why try to be coy about it? Despite what Savio thought, I wasn’t in love with C.J. but I enjoyed her company and the sex even more, and it was the same for her. “How are things at work?”

“Rough,” she said. “The last few days were a real shitshow. Only asshole customers. At least, I used the time while I got them off to think about my own bar.”

She took my hand and led me into the small living room of her apartment.

It was a comfy but tiny place because C.J. saved most of her money to open her own business one day. I’d suggested to help her but she didn’t want to accept money from anyone else. She was close to having enough money soon, and I was glad when she’d finally stop sucking off assholes for cash. C.J.’s beginning in the business was one of the topics Remo and I had the most fights about.

C.J. was ten years older than me. She and the other girls I’d fucked on occasion had all been older than me. Dinara was the first girl around my age that caught my interest in a long time, another point that made her all the more fascinating. I followed C.J. toward her small kitchenette and accepted the glass of red wine she held out to me. But I was distracted by my thoughts about Dinara, and judging by C.J.’s erect nipples, she was distracted by the very thing I was here for. She stepped closer, taking another sip of her wine before she peered up at me with a seductive smile. I set down my glass and kissed her, waiting for my lust to banish any thought of Dinara.

I put even more passion into our kiss, answering to C.J.’s need. She rubbed herself against me and I slipped my hand under her gown, finding her sopping wet. “It’s been a really shitty week. All I could think about was this,”

C.J. admitted in a whisper. I knew she hadn’t been with any guys except for the johns for work in the time since we’d started fucking. She’d always assured me it was because her job didn’t allow for other relationships with men but sometimes, I worried it was more than that. I fingered C.J. until she exploded after only a minute. C.J. sank down on her knees and began sucking me deeply into her mouth until my balls hit her chin. I groaned, my eyes fluttering shut. Over the years, I’d been with several girls, still far less than my brothers, but enough to know that C.J.’s skills were out of this world. An image of Dinara’s challenging smile popped up invited. I shoved it away.

That wasn’t fair toward C.J.

I still remembered my first time with C.J. vividly. I’d been attracted to her from the start but after the thing with my first girlfriend Harper who’d cheated on me and made fun of my lacking sexual skills, I had been worried about being with anyone again. Of course, I couldn’t really talk to anyone about my issues. My brothers wouldn’t have understood. They’d all lost their virginity at a younger age and fucked their way through enough women to practice when they were my age. I didn’t really want to fuck random girls but I also didn’t want to risk another relationship so I was at an impasse.

C.J. had noticed how I’d constantly checked her out. Eventually I’d asked her if we could spend some time together. At first, we’d only talked but eventually I just wanted more. C.J. was sexy, and she was safe, but I didn’t want to use her. So I’d insisted she showed me how to get a girl off and that’s all we did the first few weeks until we finally fucked. The first few months I certainly wasn’t a good fuck and C.J. probably only enjoyed half of the time we spent together but I was a quick learner and determined to give her a good time.

I kept my eyes on C.J. as she sucked me off, worried I’d see another face again if I closed my eyes or looked away. After I came in her mouth, she straightened and ran her hands through my hair, her expression full of need.

We talked and fucked. That’s how it had always been. We weren’t exclusive but we shared a special bond. Maybe it was this bond that made me wonder if I could keep up doing this with Dinara thrown in the mix. There was nothing between Dinara and me, except for rivalry, fascination and taunting, but I wanted more, and I had a feeling she wasn’t completely turned off by the idea.

“Is something the matter?” C.J. asked carefully. She was sexy and she’d had a hard week. So had I. We both needed this. She smelled of her vanilla shower gel, not something Dinara would use. “I’m fine.” I kissed her again and as before she answered with passion and need. We fumbled our way to her couch, already shedding the rest of our clothes on the way.