Page 103 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

“I know,” I growl. “I want us to fuckin’ get to know each other. Like you asked.”

“It’s sweet,” she murmurs.

I fuckin’ hope it is.

“You’re being very sweet,” she whispers. One of her hands skates up and slowly tunnels into my hair.

“God damn it, Marisol,” I groan, letting her nails scratch against my scalp. I arch backwards, trying to get her to do it harder.

When she does, I can’t help the moan that escapes me.

It feelsso fucking good.

“It’s nice when you’re sweet,” she murmurs.

Good. This is fuckin’ hard.

“But I like it even more when you're not, I think.”

Her nails dig in just a little harder.

Hard enough for me to look down at her.

She’s biting her lip, but I can’t mistake the lust in her eyes.

It sets me on fire.

I dive down, my lips catching hers in a fierce kiss. She tastes like rain and Marisol, and it sends a shuddering gasp through me. Running my fingers up into her hair, I tug her head back, drinking in the moan that she gives me like it’s the last ounce of water in a desert.

She tastes so fucking good. I can’t believe that she’s here.

That she’smine.

Her fingers tug at the hem of my shirt, and I pull it up.

Marisol’s nails skate over my torso, and I flex against her fingers. Her fingertips linger against the tattoos there…

And the scars.

Suddenly, I’m weirdly self-conscious of them. I’m not a fuckin’ baby. I have scars, and I haven’t given them one fuckin’ thought since I got ‘em.

I just need them to be sewn up. Healed. Then I don’t give a shit about them.

Or, I didn’t… until now.

Does Marisol think that I’m some kind of fuckin’ weirdo? Or that I’m weak because I’ve been hurt so many times? Or…

All of my thoughts come to a screaming halt when she presses her lips against the long scar from a knife fight that cuts diagonally across my torso. It runs from the bottom of my left pec to my right hip. I have it covered with an array of tattoos, but you can still see it underneath.

Her tongue traces the line of it, and when she descends to have her face at my hips, I think I might fuckin’ explode.

She bites at my hip bone.

“Fuck me,” I bite out. I lean down and scoop her up, because if she gets any closer to my cock, I’m going to come like a fuckin’ teenager. Dragging Marisol up to meet my mouth, I pull her lips to mine and crush her into a kiss.

Her legs wrap around me.

I want to fuck her so badly, it’s taking every ounce of my self-control to not.

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