Page 144 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

His nostrils flare, and I can see a muscle work in his jaw. “Are you sure?” he rasps.

God.

I love that sexy rasp.

“I’m sure. Think of it as a little honeymoon, because I’ve been telling everyone we’re…”

I don’t get to finish that sentence.

Because Dino’s lips cover mine, and I groan into his kiss.

It takes two seconds for me to go from playful and cute to panting beneath him. Dino’s hands are rough and covered in calluses, but they scrape so gently against my skin as he tugs me closer, consuming me with his kiss. I break the kiss and tug at his shirt, desperate for him to take it off.

Desperate to see more of him.

He leans back, and I watch as he rips the shirt open. He tosses it aside and I run my hands over his muscles, watching them jump and twitch under my fingers. The canvas of tattoos on his body is something that I trace, line by line, watching him flex under my touch.

They linger on a new scar.

I look up at him. “Did you get hurt?”

Dino’s pupils are blown wide, and it takes a minute for him to process the question. “What?”

“Did you get hurt. In the mudslide?”

“No,” he grunts.

I smile.

“Good.”

I lean up, digging my nails into his shoulders to tug his mouth down to mine.

I’m not gentle. I do ithard.

Dino responds.

I don’t know what’s happening, but I know this is what I needed. My shirt follows his. My rough canvas-ish pants go next, and when he tugs them down, he hooks his hands in my extremely unflattering government-issued panties, bringing them down as well.

When one of his thick fingers enters me, I arch up.

“Fuck me, Marisol,” Dino grunts. “You’re so fucking tight.”

I want him to stretch me. I remember how big he was, when I touched him in the rain, when I found him in the pool, and I know exactly how much that’s going to stretch me.

I remember.

When he bites against my shoulder, I gasp.

Yes.

“More,” I pant against his shoulder. “I want more, Dino.”

“You want my cock, Marisol?”

“Yes,” I practically whine. The words feel like they’re harsh, but I know Dino. He’smyDino, and even if he’s a little rough around the edges, I know his heart.

“Do you need it?”

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