Page 105 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

“Good.”

I return to her, another finger joining my other two, and bite at her clit.

Hard.

Come for me, baby.

I don’t have to say it out loud.

Marisol lets out a moan, and I feel her squeeze around my fingers. She shudders, her legs kicking into my back, and I grin as moisture that tastes like Marisol and nothing like rain hits my tongue.

God damn. She’s a fucking drug.

I don’t want to let her go.

“Dino?”

Her voice catches my attention. I look up at her, my eyes tracing slowly up her body.

She’s looking down at me, her eyebrows pinched together.

“I… Can I touch you?”

Fuck me.

I pull my fingers from her slowly, pocketing her panties. Gently, I tug the dress down her hips, and I come to sit on the cement bench next to her.

Marisol bites her lip and looks at my lap, where my erection is obviously tenting my pants.

“Marisol…” I start.

I should tell her no. That I don’t need her to touch me. That I don’t want her to.

But that would be a fucking lie.

And I’m not a fucking liar.

So when she presses her fingers gently to the outside of my pants, I don’t do anything other than groan.

“Let me make you feel good,” Marisol murmurs. Her eyes flick up to mine, and she gives me a small smile.

“I want to touch you,” she repeats.

I never said I was a good man. Never fuckin’ once.

So instead of telling her no, that I was fine with letting her come apart for me, I let her fingers tug at my button. I let her unzip me.

And I just groan when Marisol takes my cock out and holds it in her beautiful fuckin’ fingers.

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MARISOL

I don’t knowwhat’s gotten into me.

Maybe it’s the rain. Maybe it’s just the strangely addicting way that Dino presents himself, or the sight of his tattoos and scars, covered in rain.

Maybe it’s the fact that he told me his favorite color.

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