Review: Twisted Hearts

Twisted Hearts by Cora Reilly
My rating: 1 of 5 stars

1 ⭐- Ugh! Didn't like it or triggers or pet peeve!
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“So, you’re Gemma. Nice singing,” he said.

He wasn’t complimenting me. The mocking twinkle in his eyes made that very clear.

“He hangs out with girls all the time.” Diego chuckled darkly. “Yeah, he does. You are a kid, Gemma. Just drop it.”

Gemma was a scrawny kid, but she’d been working out with Diego for a while now.

“Maybe we can get her off our backs once and for all.”

I almost choked on laughter. Kitty was flirting with me.

No matter where I showed up, the risk of meeting a former fuck buddy was always high, not here, however. Remo had made his point perfectly clear regarding me making a move on girls from traditional families and so I stayed away. I preferred my balls attached to my body.

Fuck, she’s like a kid sister for me.”

“Don’t worry, Daniele. Gemma will be the safest girl in Vegas when she’s with me. I’ll protect her like a little sister.”

Gemma waved at her family, beaming like the kid that she was.

Gemma stared at me with wide curious eyes. “What’s a BJ?”

Only the fitspo girls filled out those clothes. Gemma only managed to emphasize her non-existent curves.

Crushing girls’ hearts was practically my special skill set, but knowing I had to break Kitty’s innocent little heart actually caused me a flicker of qualms.

“I know you’ve got a crush on me, but if you want to keep training with me, you’ll have to stop it. Either you focus on fighting or we won’t work out together again.”

You are a little kid, not to mention Diego’s sister. I like grown women, not little girls.”

A bull’s head, or rather a Minotaur’s head right above my dick. It was as much a joke as provocation. My man-slut reputation was already indisputable, might as well have fun with it.

I shrugged. “I don’t waste my time on women. Either a girl’s an easy lay or I don’t bother.”

She’d invaded our home, our fucking lives, to kill us. Some people had mommy issues. That term didn’t even begin to describe the kind of fuckery we had to deal with.

“I’m not that young,” I said grimly. “I’m fifteen and a half.”

“It is, but I’d never consider getting you into bed, Kitty. For one, Diego would have a coronary, second, you are too young and third, your family would force me to marry you if I as much as kiss you, so… no, thank you.”

“Yeah, a few guys voted you hottest piece of ass and aspiring sex bomb.” “Oh.” “And no, Savio wasn’t one of them!”

Savio doesn’t give a shit. He won’t ask for your hand.

“Maybe, but right now our family name doesn’t offer much. Men who want you can’t better their position by marrying you. That means all the men who asked for your hand either want you for your body or they have even less to offer than we do.

I put down my phone, knowing sexting would have to wait until dollface was back up in her bed.

Fuck. I burnt to possess her, but marriage wasn’t part of my life plan.

I’d cut a few of my goddamn fingers off to get my hands on her, but marriage? Damn. No matter the price, I’d pay it, only to be the first in Gemma’s panties.

“Are you sure the girl really still wants you? Maybe she’ll hold your man-whoring ways against you, not to mention that you didn’t bother asking for her hand when she wasn’t promised to another.”

That was in less than two years. Eighteen months to be exact and never going to happen.

“There are enough other girls around who can keep me entertained.” “Gemma will be ecstatic to hear that, I’m sure.” Serafina’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

Toni bit her lip, giggling. “You mean the bull?” I blinked. “A bull?” Two red blotches appeared on Toni’s cheeks. “I overheard a few girls discussing Savio’s bed habits and they mentioned his bull tattoo. It’s right above his penis.”

“I can’t imagine Savio as a husband. Do you really think he can be faithful? He changes girls as often as his underwear.”

“I’m not worried about her being yours. No one with half a brain will touch a Falcone woman. But she might want you to be hers too, remember that.”

A smile bloomed on her face. “When’s our engagement going to be?” Touching her back, I led her toward the bar. “We’ll see.” I had no intention of celebrating a big engagement party any time soon. Now that I had secured Gemma, there really was no rush.

I didn’t want word to get out that I was taken. It would lead to more unpleasant discussions with the girls I fucked, and I really didn’t need that.

I had no intention of telling him that the engagement would have to wait until Gemma was of age at least, and the marriage even longer. Tonight was for partying, not arguing.

One of them, Dakota’s younger sister, Noemi. Diego groaned. “I hope her sister didn’t send her.” “I doubt it. She’s got her eyes set on me, not you.” Noemi stopped right in front of me with a coy smile. Her family had affiliations with the Camorra but even though she was part Italian, they weren’t members, not for lack of interest, but Remo hadn’t deemed them trustworthy. “Hey Savio,” she shouted, pressing into my side, not even glancing at Diego. He was being groped at by another girl.

“I’m taking my bull for a ride,” I shouted to him. Instead of the usual conspiratorial grin, his expression hardened. I didn’t linger on his bitchiness and led Noemi outside toward my new Bugatti.

Fifteen minutes later, Noemi was showing off her cowgirl moves—which reminded me of a drunk trying to do Hula Hoop—when someone hammered against my window. Noemi almost burst my eardrum with her screech,

“That hand touched Noemi’s pussy and my cock before it burst your lip, asshole.”

We both know this isn’t about you wanting Gemma to get a degree. You just don’t want to marry soon. You want to be free to fuck around as you please.”

“Who says I can’t do that after the wedding?” I asked. Diego nodded grimly. “I knew this was a mistake.”

“I know exactly what kind of ring I want for Gemma,” I said. Kiara eyed me in suspicion. “You’re not going to embarrass the girl, right?” “Of course not. I only do what Diego asked for. Staking my claim for everyone to see.”

“Today’s not the wedding. That’s still a few years away. It’s just the promising ceremony the Traditionalists are so adamant about.”

“My bull won’t be put on a leash, don’t worry.”

“Dream on, little brother. My dick’s going to get more action than yours.”

“I thought having the ring form my initials was a nice touch.” Gemma raised her eyes. “Like a brand.”

“You think you’re the funniest,” Diego muttered later that evening. “Could you have chosen a more obnoxious ring for my sister?”

Gemma held her purse in a death grip, her cheeks bright red. “You slept with Noemi?”

That was why she looked so glum? I sheathed my knife. “I slept with many girls. It’s why dear Mrs. Reynolds was in favor of hosting this party. She didn’t want word about our intermezzo to get out.”

What did she think? That I was going to turn into a monk because of our engagement?

Diego was absolutely right. This wasn’t a heartfelt engagement ring. For Savio, it had been a joke, a game.

Then he’d moved on. He didn’t wear a ring. Nothing in his life showed that he was mine like I was his.

Savio kept sleeping around. Maybe I should have seen it coming. We weren’t in a relationship yet. An engagement in our circles was a formal statement, nothing emotional, especially for the men.

“Good luck with that,” I muttered. “How many girls has he been with while you were around?” Diego got up. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.”

“Too many to count, and I doubt he’ll stop now that he’s back here. Not unless he gets it from you, but even then…”

“You need to give him the cold shoulder,” Toni said again. “From what I hear, Savio’s messed around with Dakota.” I froze. “You’re joking.”

“I don’t know what she has to be smug about. As if it’s such an achievement to get Savio to sleep with her. He sleeps with pretty much anything with a vagina,” I muttered.

“What if he keeps sleeping around once we’re married?”

“That you were with Dakota yesterday and God only knows how many more girls in Reno.” Savio grinned, but there was something dark about it. “It’s true.”

“How dare you? You can’t just reserve me like a table in a restaurant and go on living your man-whore life while I sit back and wait for you to make up your mind about our wedding.” “I’m a Falcone. I can do whatever the fuck I want, Gemma.

“Next time you’re considering kissing Savio, just remind yourself that his mouth has been between another girl’s legs not too long ago.” My face scrunched up. “Thanks for the image. I didn’t need that.”

They wanted to reconnect and probably get me to commit to a wedding date, which wasn’t going to happen. Fuck, I was turning twenty-two in two months. I had absolutely no intention of settling down.

I wanted him, only not in the way he thought. Not only in that way. I wanted him to be mine first, only mine. Savio had been doing this with too many girls. For him, it was nothing special. Even the ring on my finger didn’t change that.

“Oh, I get that you’ve been hot for me for years and I don’t see why we can’t have fun before we’re married.”

But I had other girls for fucking and sucking until then. Maybe the wait would add even more thrill to our wedding night.

“Well, your mouth is coming around too much for my taste. You’ve probably kissed more lady parts than most toilet seats.”

Gemma tensed, her eyes widening in shock. She jerked her knee up and hit my balls. Pain shot through my body and I groaned. She quickly slipped out under my arm and stormed away. “That’s called Bull’s eye!”

“I’m invited to coffee tomorrow,” I muttered. “Today I’d obviously be in the way. He’s probably going to bang half of Vegas.”

My attention was distracted by a familiar face who’d just entered the room in the back. Savio. He had his arms wrapped around two girls, one on each side. He led them over to a sofa then sank down. One girl immediately sat down on his lap, the other began kissing him.

“You keep yourself entertained,” I gritted out. “You probably would have slept with one of those skanks if I hadn’t shown up.” “I already fucked the blond skank, Kitty, and I’ll fuck the other skank once I’ve made sure you’re safely home.”

“When do you think you’ll stop sleeping around? I’m sick of this.” “Who says I will stop at all?”

Savio nodded, his eyes harsh. “I own you. I own your lips and your tits and your pussy. I own every fucking inch of you, Gemma.” He pressed his palm to my stomach. “And if I want to touch you, I do.”

He became still. “You’re asking me to cancel your promise to my brother?” I merely nodded. “Then he’ll be free to do as he pleases, and I can find someone who really wants to marry me.”

I was in a bed with two girls. I slid down to the foot of the bed and stood, pressing a palm against my temple.

“They aren’t coming over. Gemma asked me to nullify your engagement,” Remo said as if he was talking about the fucking weather.

I zoned out. This spectacle was for Gem, nothing else. I still didn’t believe in any of this hocus pocus.

I’d made sure that none of my past lovers were invited, which wasn’t a problem considering I’d steered clear of Italian women. Diego wasn’t that lucky. His dance with Toni was a prime show of awkwardness.

This marriage was the result of my dick running the fucking show. I wanted Gemma in my bed, and for that to happen, I needed to seal the deal. Of course, that wasn’t all there was to it. But I’d never had to take care of someone. I’d always only done what I wanted, fucked who I wanted. Now that was over. Gemma was my wife.

“Do you even know how to please a woman? Whores always pretend they enjoy it.”

Savio didn’t show the slightest hint of shame. Of course not, he’d been naked in front of so many women, it wasn’t anything special.

“Kitty, don’t you think that’s enough serious talk for our wedding night? I didn’t sign up for a psychological exam.”

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