Page 88 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

I arch against him.

I want to moan. I want to scream his name.Dino….

Drakos.

“Stop,” I whisper.

Dino snarls against my skin. It feels so good, but I…

I don’t know him.

“Stop,” I repeat, louder.

Dino’s head snaps up and he stares at me. “What?”

“I said stop.”

It’s clear that he’s not exactly okay with this. His eyes flare with darkness, and he looks at me like he’s considering doing exactly the opposite.

“Please,” I whisper. “We need to talk.”

Dino visibly makes an effort to pull himself back. I slide my shoulder strap back into place, staring at him as he paces the small space.

The door is cracked. He listens intently, then looks back at me. “Nothing,” he whispers.

I nod.

“You wanted to talk. What do you want to say?”

“Who are you?”

The question seems to make Dino unbalanced. “What?”

“I said who are you?”

“I am Dino De Luca. The father of your children. I am…” he stops.

I stare at him. “And how much of that is a lie?”

“None of it,” he says fiercely.

I arch my eyebrows at him. “Dino Drakos?”

“A technicality.”

“How?”

“A technicality I exploited so I could come to this fucking place and save you, Marisol!” he barks.

It’s loud.

And we both know it.

Dino cautiously pokes his head out of the door again. The only noise I can hear is the gentle slapping of water against the pool, and the thunder of my own heart.

He turns back. “It’s nothing. I just want to get you the hell out of here.”

I blink at him. “You can’t.”

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