Page 87 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

Dino jerks his head toward one of the changing rooms, and I nod.

As quietly as I can, I follow him out of the pool. I do my best to not make any sound as my fingers press against the hard tile, aware of every single drip of my swimsuit on the smooth surface.

Dino pulls me into the changing space, his hand like a brand of fire around my wrist.

He leaves the door slightly cracked, and we move in.

The changing room is small. There’s a small space to wash your hands, and a teak bench to aid in putting swimsuits on and off. There’s a shower back in the corner, and judging from the droplets of water clustered on it, Dino’s been in here somewhat recently.

“What are you doing here?” I hiss.

Dino glares at me.

“If Andrei finds you, he’s going to…”

“Andrei?” he rumbles.

God, hisvoice.The rasp of it, the way it sounds so hoarse and harsh, skates over me like a hand.

My nipples pebble, and Dino’s eyes drift down to my chest before snapping back up again.

“That’s his name,” I say, not willing to give him an inch.

“But why are you calling him that,” he snarls.

“Because I…”

I don’t have time to react.

Dino leans in, crushing me against him in an earth shattering kiss.

For a second, I don’t have any thoughts. I am nothing but feeling. Nothing but the sensation of his lips on mine.

Nothing but the fire that’s burning through me.

It’s not like being numb. Not really.

It’s like…

Coming home.

The safe, calm sensation quickly dissipates though, when Dino slants his mouth over mine. His fingers glide up my back, threading into my hair, which he pulls roughly, tugging my head to deepen the kiss.

Then, I’m more than just sensation.

I’m detonating.

Just like our first kiss, this one makes me feel like I’m perilously close to melting. His hands are hot as they roam me, tugging and kneading at my wet skin under my swimsuit. When he slips one of my straps off of my shoulder, I let him.

When his fingers find my taut nipple, I let him do that too, gasping against him at the sensation of him tugging at me there.

Hard.

Dino moves down to my neck, kissing me as he goes. “There are no more men’s names in your mouth except mine,” he snarls against my breast.

I’m about to protest when he sucks my nipple into his mouth.

Then, I don’t protest.

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