Page 16 of The Underboss's Secret Twins
His grip tightens in my hair, and in the next breath, he takes control.
A sharp tug tilts my head back, forcing my gaze up to meet his. His eyes are dark, burning savagely, dare I say possessively. My pulse pounds in my throat as he thrusts into my mouth, slow at first, teasing me with his control, then deeper, rougher.
I moan around him, the vibration making him curse under his breath.
"That’s it, baby," he growls, his voice wrecked. "You take me so fucking well."
I dig my nails into his thighs, urging him on, reveling in the way his muscles flex beneath my fingertips. His movements grow more desperate, more punishing, his grip on my hair relentless as he fucks my mouth, chasing that high. I can feel how close he is—his breathing uneven, his cock pulsing against my tongue.
And then he pulls out.
A sharp gasp rips from my lips as he jerks me to my feet, his hand tangling in the hair at the back of my neck as he slants his mouth over mine. The kiss is brutal, all tongue and teeth, as if he’s reclaiming me after nearly losing himself.
"You think I’d let you have all the control?" he murmurs against my lips, voice like gravel. "Not a chance."
Before I can catch my breath, he’s lifting me off my feet, one arm under my thighs, the other gripping the curve of my ass as he carries me across the room.
The long wooden table looms behind me, and then I’m on it, my back hitting the cool surface as he spreads my legs wide.
A dark, wicked smirk tugs at his lips.
I know that look.
"Don’t you dare?—"
I don’t get to finish.
His teeth sink into the waistband of my panties, and with a sharp tug, the fabric gives way, tearing right off me.
A shocked gasp leaves me, heat surging through my body, a mix of anticipation and absolute desperation.
"Marco!" I gasp, but he just chuckles, lips dragging down the inside of my thigh, his stubble scraping against my sensitive skin.
"Patience, sweetheart."
His hands grip my thighs, keeping me spread wide as he kisses his way up—teasing, tormenting, making me tremble beneath him. And then his mouth finds me.
A sharp, helpless cry leaves me as his tongue slides through my slick folds, slow and torturous before he sucks my clit into his mouth, pulling hard.
"Fuck!" My back arches, my hands flying to his hair, but he doesn’t let up.
His tongue works me relentlessly, alternating between broad strokes and tight circles, his fingers digging into my thighs to keep me exactly where he wants me.
"You taste so fucking sweet," he groans, his voice sending vibrations straight through me. "Been wanting to do this since the first damn time you looked at me like you wanted to be fucked senseless."
A whimper escapes me, my hips bucking against his mouth, but he tightens his grip, pinning me to the table.
"Oh, no," he rasps, breath hot against my soaked skin. "You don’t get to run from this."
Then he devours me.
His tongue is ruthless, his lips sealing around my clit as he sucks it deep into his mouth, his stubble burning deliciously against my thighs. Pressure coils tight in my belly, unbearable, consuming.
I’m going to come.
I can feel it building, rising fast, and then?—
He stops.
