Page 44 of Taboo Flames

The sound of his laugh reverberates down to my pussy.

Suddenly, his finger pulls out of me, and he places something on my lips. “Open your mouth, baby.”

I open my mouth, and he pushes the cold object into my mouth. I reflexively close my lips around it and suck.

“Good, get it nice and wet.”

After a few moments, he pulls it out and pushes it into my pussy. It’s not nearly as big as his cock, but it still makes me pant as he seats it deep inside me. It’s a sex toy of some kind with a small attachment that sits right above my clit.

With a wink, he pushes my panties back into place and stands up, lifting me with him and then dropping me to the ground.

I squirm, feeling the foreign object inside me and my wetness soaking my panties.

“You’re leaving?” I ask, aghast, when I see him head for the door.

He smirks at me. “I’d really hate to keep the kids waiting.”

“You don’t even care about the kids,” I snap at his back as he walks right out of the studio, leaving me with desire thrumming through my blood.

The bastard.

Right after my last lesson of the day, my phone rings while I’m considering texting Gio to lie to him that I’ve taken the stupid toy out.

I was surprised to see that it was my twin brother, Fabio.

While we were inseparable once upon a time, his recent move to America put some strain on our relationship. The few times we had texted, it was mostly shallow stuff and him complaining about the absolute mess he faced each day.

I’m a bit glad, though, that we haven’t been all that close. Fabio would have taken one look at me and known exactly what I was up to.

“Who’s this?” I jest.

“I’m calling about the facelift surgery you did recently. I’m afraid your face is going to swell, rot, and fall off in a few days,” he quips back.

I laugh. “First of all, ewww. Second, I’ve never done a facelift surgery.”

“Hello to you too, sis.”

I smile into the phone. “I’m surprised you can take time out of your busy mafia boss schedule to call your twin.”

“Don’t pout, Rory. It’s not a good look on you.”

“That’s not what I hear,” I tease. “In fact, the other day, this guy was saying how it makes him think of?—”

“Do not dare complete that sentence,” he barks. “I don’t want to know what you and the men you hang out with get up to. Gross, Rory.”

“Hey, you started it.”

“You can’t see me right now, but I’m shuddering,” he says. “I’m also in your bedroom, going through your diary. You haven’t filled it for a whole month now. Interesting.”

“It’s a journal, asshole, and don’t you dare touch—” I trail off as realization hits me. “Oh my God, you’re home!”

“Yup, sure am. Get your sweaty ass home and come give your big bro a hug.”

I don’t even bother pointing out that he’s only older by a few minutes. Instead, I just hang up, change into fresh clothes, and race out of the studio.

Fabio looks different when I see him. It’s something most people won’t notice, but I notice even the tiniest things about him. There’s now a hardness to him that I’m not familiar with, but I guess that’s part of the package of being in charge of his own city now.

“Hey, kiddo,” he says, opening his arms.

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