Twisted Cravings (The Camorra Chronicles, #6)(31)

Afterward, my body humming, my breathing raspy, I peered up at the night sky. None of the orgasms I’d given myself over the years had been anywhere as intense. Slowly my senses returned. Adamo hovered over me.

“This was an orgasm, Dinara.”

I’d lost control. My chest constricted. I shoved him hard and he yielded, taking a step back. A bulge tented his pants. He brought his fingers, coated in my juices to his mouth and licked them clean with a wicked smile. My core clenched, wanting more, completely mesmerized by the sensations slowly dimming in my body. I hopped off the hood, pulled up my jean shorts and panties before I ran off toward my car. Inside of it, with the door closed, my heart began to slow.

Adamo still stood in front of the hood of his car. I’d left him with a hard cock once again. Only this time I didn’t feel like the winner of our game. I touched my panties, which were completely drenched then wrenched my hand away and reclined in the seat. “Fuck. Fuck you, Adamo.”

Whatever was happening between us could become dangerous, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay away or rebuild old barriers. I wanted more of what Adamo had given me even if it scared me.



I wasn’t a coward, hadn’t been raised to be one and wouldn’t allow myself to become one, so I didn’t avoid Adamo like part of me wanted to do after my flight. Instead I sank down beside him on the log the next evening and held out an unopened cigarette pack to him. It was my peace offering. He accepted it. It took even more courage to hold his gaze because he gave me the feeling as if he could see even more in my eyes than the day before. Every day he unraveled another piece of me, and I was still chipping away uselessly at his barriers. We didn’t talk, only listened to the makeshift band a few racers had thrown together. One of the pit girls had an amazing voice, which filled the night with more warmth than the fire. It was long after midnight when most people had gone to sleep. “You have more of that vodka from yesterday in your car?” I heard myself say.

“I drank some of it out of frustration yesterday but there’s still enough left,” Adamo said in a low voice. We straightened and strode over to his car.

People had started talking about us. Rumors made the rounds. We were a small circle, and gossip was impossible to suppress. I didn’t care. My reputation was my least concern. This wasn’t my home, and those weren’t friends or family.

Before Adamo could reach for the bottle, I sunk my fingers into his shirt and tugged him closer. He didn’t resist but he didn’t lower his head either.

Instead he peered down at me. “Not done playing?”

“I’m not playing.” At least not the game he might suspect.

“Last time you left me standing there with a boner.”

“I did. But I won’t do it again.”

He leaned closer. “You sure about that? My palms are getting calloused from jerking off.”

I laughed but without warning Adamo’s kiss slammed me against the car.

Passion exploded between us, wiping away any sense of caution. We tore at each other’s clothes. Adamo ripped the door open, already pulling down my jean shorts and with it my panties. I shook them off a moment before I pushed Adamo onto the backseat. I wanted, I needed to be in control. Adamo’s cock stood to attention as he rolled down a condom over it impatiently. I sank down on it and sucked in a sharp breath at the feeling of fullness. It had been more than a year since I’d been with Dima and that had been very different.

Adamo’s fingers dug into my hips and I started moving my hips. My lips crashed down on his as I rode him. He thrust upward, driving himself even deeper, trying to make me relent control.

My nails dug deeper into his chest, a warning. Adamo gripped my ass cheeks then flipped us over. Falcones never relinquished control. He pushed me into the backseat with his much stronger body and slammed into me.

Every thrust of him ripped away another sliver of control. With him on top of me like that, I had no way to win it back.

Losing control. Out of control.

My throat tightened immediately. I clenched and pleasure turned to pain.

Adamo touched my cheek and my eyes cut to his. Concern swam in his dark eyes. He saw deeper than he was supposed to, saw things no one should. He wasn’t supposed to. “Don’t stop,” I bit out, not wanting to appear weak. I wasn’t breakable or vulnerable, I didn’t want him to treat me as such.

My lungs constricted. My body was stronger than my iron will.

Adamo rolled back over, taking me with him, so I was once again on top of him. After a moment to get a grip, I dug my nails into his chest and twisted my hip, driving his cock deeply into me. I bent down, kissing him fiercely, my eyes clenching shut against his inquisitive gaze. His palms cupped my breasts, and his fingers tugged at my piercing. I gasped, my eyes flying open.

“I love that piercing.”

My lips fell open when he flicked it again and my pussy clenched tightly around him. I was getting closer and closer, with no way to stop, and for once I didn’t try to grapple for control over my body. I let it loose even if it scared me.

Adamo’s hips drove upwards as I twisted my hips. I clutched his shoulders, my eyes ripping open as a wave of pleasure tore through me. I couldn’t stop it, could only submit to its force. I cried out, my belly constricting, my nipples hardening even more.

I almost blacked out when Adamo’s cock expanded under his own orgasm.