Page 145 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

“Please, Dino,” I murmur. I don’t even care that I’m begging him for it.

I want more.

He pulls back, leaning up so he can take off his own rough tan pants. He pauses, looking down at me.

“Fucking hell Marisol. You make me fucking crazy.”

I love to hear that.

I try to open my legs wider for him, because I’m probably going to have to.

Dino’s eyes graze my core, and he shuts them. His jaw works, the muscle in it twitching as he stares at me.

“Fuck. Marisol. You… I’m… I’m fucking clean,” he grunts.

I freeze.

This is what happened the first time. When we…

I gulp.

“Well. It’s not like we don’t already have kids,” I murmur. “Nothing wrong with adding to the group, no?”

Dino’s eyes flash. “Another baby?”

I shrug. “Why not? We’re already a family. If you want,” I say quickly.

We haven’t talked about any of this. A future. An identity.

Being a family.

Dino’s eyes shutter, slightly, and he looks away. “I want what you want, Marisol,” he says.

But the words feel kind of… off.

“I’m fine if you’re fine,” I whisper.

Dino looks back at me.

Slowly, I run a hand up my torso, watching his eyes as they drag along the path of my fingers.

“I want you,” I whisper.

It’s the truth.

I want him. I want us to be a family. Dino sees me in a way that no one else has. Hewantsme.

Me.

Not my father’s daughter. Me. Marisol.

And I believe him when he says that I’m his.

There’s no time to talk about it. There are more days where we can negotiate the specifics.

For now?

We justhave to trust each other.

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