Page 28 of Surprise Twins for the Mafia Prince
I know she hates me because of who my family is, but right now, I don’t give a damn. I want her. I reach out to cup her cheek, and she doesn’t pull away. Her gorgeous hazel eyes widen, and something shifts in the air between us.
There’s something other than hate in her eyes. Warmth shines out at me, settling in the center of my chest. I’m reminded of the night we met, when I wasn’t her enemy. I was just another man in a nightclub that wanted her, and she wanted me right back.
Lust burned between us the moment we met, and I feel it being rekindled now. All of the bullshit that’s happened since then, the drama that has come between us, fades into nothing as I bring my other hand to her hip, pulling her flush against my body.
I don’t have to tug on her hair to get her to open for my kiss. Paige lifts up on her tiptoes and meets me halfway as I press my lips to hers.
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PAIGE
This is a bad idea.The little voice in the back of my mind that is capable of rational thought keeps telling me that, even as I part my lips and tangle my tongue with Dario’s. I don’t listen to that voice. I don’t want to think rationally or deny myself the satisfaction that I know he can give me.
When his hands cup my face, there’s a tenderness that wasn’t there in Vegas. Back then it was all heat and hurry, the frantic coupling of strangers who might never see each other again. This feels like something more.
I’m shoved backward onto the bed and Dario’s large body covers mine, his weight pressing me into the mattress. His hands slide beneath me, gripping my ass and pulling me against him. I part my legs, and the bulge of his cock presses to my core. He swallows my moan when he grinds himself against my clit, the friction sending sparks of pleasure radiating outward.
“I’ve thought about this,” he whispers against my mouth. “Thought about you.”
His confession sends a shiver through me that has nothing to do with physical desire and everything to do with the way his eyes bore into mine.
His hands cup my breasts, and I’m only wearing a thin tank top that I slept in, so there’s little separating his warm touch from my sensitive nipples. I arch my back as he pinches the hardened buds, rolling them between his fingers until I’m whimpering. My breasts have been so tender since the pregnancy, but the discomfort blends with pleasure until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.
Dario’s mouth leaves mine, his lips skimming along my jaw and down my neck. He pauses at the spot where my pulse throbs beneath the skin, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. The thought of being branded by him should repulse me, but instead my body responds with a fresh rush of heat between my thighs.
“Take this off,” he commands, tugging at my tank top.
I lift my arms, allowing him to pull it off. The cool air of the room pebbles my skin, but I’m not cold, not with the way Dario is looking at me, his eyes devouring every inch of exposed flesh. I reach for him, my fingers sliding under his grey T-shirt, exploring the ridges of his abs, the breadth of his well-defined pecs.
When he lifts himself up to yank the shirt over his head, my mouth goes dry at the way his muscles flex and release with the movement. I’ve thought about the night that we spent together so many times since I snuck out of the hotel room that morning, but my memory didn’t measure up to the real thing. The tattoos that cover his torso are even more striking in the dim light of the bedroom. Intricate designs that speak of power and danger.
He strips me completely, his big hands caressing my curves as he peels away my shorts and panties. There’s a steely purpose to his movements, but he takes his time, tracing each newly revealed inch of skin with his fingertips, mapping me as if committing my body to memory.
“You’re even more beautiful than I remember,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire.
My skin tingles where he touches me, goosebumps rising in the wake of his fingertips, and wetness gathers between my thighs. I should be embarrassed by how ready I am for him, but there’s no room for shame in the heat building between us.
“Spread your legs wider for me.”
I comply without thinking, opening myself to him completely. My heart races when he grabs my legs, lifting them into the air as he lowers his head. His hot breath fans across my sensitive flesh, and I grip the sheets in anticipation. He takes his time, pressing kisses to my inner thighs, working his way higher until I’m squirming beneath him, desperate for his mouth where I need it most.
“Dario, please...”
His eyes meet mine, dark with desire, as his tongue darts out, licking up my slit in one long, slow stroke. I cry out, my back arching off the bed. He smiles against me, the curve of his lips wicked with promise, before diving in again. This time he focuses on my clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue before latching on and sucking gently.
It’s a powerful feeling, being the object of his intense focus like this. His mouth on my sex is ecstasy, and he knows what he’s doing. Varying pressure and speed, reading my body’s responsesand adjusting to bring me maximum pleasure. My hips buck involuntarily, and Dario releases one of my legs to slide two fingers inside of me.
“So wet,” he groans, the vibration of his voice against my clit making me tremble. “So fucking perfect.”
He curls his fingers inside me, finding that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. My pussy clenches around the digits, and I moan—long and loud and utterly shameless. Everything inside of me craves this, craves him, and I shudder in pleasure. My hands fist the sheets on either side of my body, and I close my eyes as tension builds at the base of my spine.
“Look at me,” Dario commands, his fingers still working inside me. “I want to see your eyes when you come.”
I force my eyes open, meeting his gaze as he adds a third finger, stretching me deliciously. The combination of his fingers pumping into me and his tongue on my clit is too much. The climax hits me like a tidal wave, washing over me in pulsing waves that leave me gasping and trembling.
I’ve never come so quickly before, but I can’t hold myself back. Despite myself, I’ve fantasized about being with him again for weeks, the passion and tension building up inside of me until this moment when it explodes out of me with a scream of pleasure.
“Dario! Oh my God, it’s so…so…”
