Page 107 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

Dino gasps and grips a fistful of my hair. “I’m goingto come, Marisol.”

Good.

The thought of him spilling in my mouth, like I did in his, makes me wet all over again.

He grunts, and one of his big hands comes and grips the base of him, taking him out of my mouth.

I feel lost. Why did he…

“Not today,” Dino gasps. “Just watch.”

The way he says ‘today’ kind of feels like there’s a promise for tomorrow.

It makes me… happy.

The strange, precious happiness is washed away in an instant, though, when he starts to explode.

I can’t look away.

“Marisol,” he growls as he twitches. “Look at me.”

My eyes shoot up to his…

I shiver.

The look he’s giving me is the most intense that I’ve ever received in my entire life.

It makes me feel stripped down in a way that even him touching me didn’t.

That weird little possessive urge rises in me again as he finishes, and gently uses his shirt to clean himself up.

I know that Dino keeps saying that I’m his but…

Is Dino mine?

I don’t know. The only people I’ve ever really trusted enough tobelongto are my mom and my kids.

Men, in my experience, don’t want me to be part of a family with them. They want to own me. Use me. I’m just a pawn in the games that they play with each other.

I know that I want Dino to be different but…

He might not be.

Dino tucks his shirt into the back of his pants and leans forward. Gently, he tugs me up so that I’m sitting on the bench next to him.

The rain splatters against the roof of the little shelter, and I feel suddenly a little awkward. I don’t know what to say.

What is there to say, after that?

“You should get back,” Dino says in a hushed voice.

Oh.

Okay.

I guess we aren’t going to talk about this at all, then.

Rising from the bench, I turn to study him. “That’s it?”

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