Twisted Cravings (The Camorra Chronicles, #6)(72)

Just pulling the trigger is different, but this…this personal kill…” She sighed.

I moved closer to her and sank down on my knees beside her. “I don’t know.”

She searched my eyes. “What do you feel, Adamo?”

I considered lying, masking my true feelings. “Not horror. Not disgust.”

My gaze strayed toward the corpses, waiting for a flicker of regret, any kind of emotion a normal person would feel, but there was nothing, only the need to repeat what I just experienced. When I looked back at Dinara, realization filled her expression. The monster was difficult to hide once you took it out to play. “You like it more every time we do it.”

I smiled darkly. “You know what they call us Falcones.”

Remo and Nino would be so proud of me if they could have seen me like this. Pride goes before a fall. I’d always given them shot for what they did, for what they enjoyed doing, and now here I was.

She pushed into a sitting position and reached for my hand, linking our fingers. Our palms stuck together with the blood of our victim. “I couldn’t have done this without you. I can’t go on without you.”

“You want to stick to our plan? Even your mother?”

“Yes,” she said without hesitation. “I want to make them pay, every single one of them. They must bleed.”

I squeezed her hand. “And bleed they will, Dinara. Their screams will drive away the ghosts their actions left in your soul.”

Dinara shook her head with a small smile. She pressed a kiss to my lips.

It tasted of blood and tears, and even that didn’t disgust me. “Poet and killer.

You never cease to surprise me, Adamo.” Her eyes shone with resolve. “I think I’m falling for you.”

Surprise washed through me. “What happened to not yet?”

Dinara shook her head. “Why should I be scared?”

There were probably a hundred reasons why our emotions should scare us, but I didn’t give a damn about a single one of them. I cradled her neck, pulling her closer. “I’ll go every step of the way with you. I’ll give you the justice you deserve, even if it takes my last breath.”

“No,” she whispered. “Neither of us is going to give their last breath for these disgusting creatures. We are going to live when their blood has long been spilled.”

I kissed her again, harder this time, my tongue parting her lips. My hand roamed her back.

Dinara pulled away with a shake of her head. “I can’t. Not like this.” She motioned at her blood-covered state. “Not beside them.” She nodded at the bodies. “Could you?”

I wished the answer would have been no but my veins pulsed with the remnants of adrenaline from the kill and desire. I could have fucked Dinara right here on the cold, blood-soaked floor. I pushed to my feet and held out my hand. “Don’t ask questions if the answers could scare you.”

Dinara gripped my hand and I pulled her to her feet. She touched my chest, nails digging in. “I won’t ever be scared of you.” Her face moved very close until it was all I could see. “Because your monster won’t ever hurt me.”

I nodded, because that was true. “Let’s take a shower and grab something to eat. We have a long day tomorrow.”

Dinara slanted a look toward the corpses. “What about them? Don’t we have to get rid of them?”

I took out my phone and called Nino. He and Remo were upstairs in the office and would handle the situation. “It’ll be dealt with.”

Dinara nodded. We headed upstairs, covered in blood and strangely elated. On our way out of the bar, we ran across Remo and Nino. Remo met my gaze, but he didn’t say anything. I gave him a small nod. Today, maybe for the first time ever, I really understood him, and he saw it in my face.

“We’ll deal with the corpses,” Nino said matter-of-factly.

A nervous energy surrounded Dinara as we stepped out of the Sugar Trap but the closer we got to the car the calmer she got. She opened the passenger door, and released a small laugh. “We really did it. We’re almost done with our list.”

Only one name remained, a name we avoided mentioning.

I could practically see the weight falling off her. Euphoria was banishing any hint of anxiety. For now her demons were put to rest. They weren’t gone for good however. I was intimately familiar with demons of the past. They’d come back to haunt her, but they would have lost some of their power over her.

“We did, and we won’t stop until you got what you want.”

We got into the car and I hit the gas, racing away, out of the city. Dinara reached over, her palm covering my cock through my jeans. I slanted her a questioning look. Her lips dragged into a teasing smile, but in her eyes, darkness mixed with lust. Fuck, and it turned me on. I would have fucked her right there with the dead bodies.

She rubbed harder. I slowed the car, wanting to pull over. She shook her head. “Keep driving. Fast.”

I chose side streets that were less crowded at this time of the night. My foot pressed down on the gas again.

Dinara nodded and lowered her eyes to my bulge. She unbuckled her belt and scooted closer before she opened my zipper. After a bit of fumbling, my cock sprang free and she took it into her mouth.

I hissed at the feel of her wet heat. Her tongue rimmed my tip before she sucked me even deeper. One of my hands tangled in her red mane as her head bobbed up and down. My eyes were fixed on the street ahead, racing through the near darkness.