Page 69 of Surprise Twins for the Mafia Prince
But he doesn’t give it to me. Not yet.
Instead, one finger slips inside me, slow and deep. I arch off the wall, greedy for more—but he pulls it out just as quickly.
“What the fuck?” My voice echoes against the tile, all frustration and arousal.
“Shh. Trust me.” His eyes flick up, locking on mine.
I open my mouth to protest, but his tongue slides over my clit, and the electric buzz of sensation makes my eyes flutter closed and my mouth snap shut.
And then Ifeelit.
The press of his finger against a place no one’s ever touched.
My breath catches. I look down, and his eyes are still on mine, unwavering. Steady. Asking for something more than permission.
Trust me.
I inhale, force my body to relax.
And when I do, his finger slides in up to the first knuckle, smooth and slow. It’s strange at first. A little surreal. But not bad. Not painful. And when his other hand returns to slide two fingers into my pussy at the same time?—
“Fuck,” I breathe, my body going liquid.
His tongue circles my clit, his fingers working in perfect sync, and all I can do is hold on.
I’m spread open for him. Claimed. Completely undone.
Across the room, the mirror catches my eye.
Andgod, the sight of us—me trembling, flushed, leg thrown over his broad shoulder; him kneeling between my thighs, arms taut, mouth greedy—It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
That alone is enough to push me over.
His mouth closes around my clit, and I shatter.
My leg buckles, but Dario is already there, catching me as if he felt the collapse coming before I did. He lifts me effortlessly, arms strong and steady, and carries me toward the tub like I weigh nothing.
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Even with theextra weight from the pregnancy, Paige is still easy to carry. Her body fits against mine like it was made for it.
At the edge of the tub, I set her gently on her feet and reach over to shut off the water. It’s dangerously close to overflowing, but I couldn’t care less. I would’ve let it flood the damn bathroom if it meant hearing her scream my name while I made her come against my mouth.
That taste—fuck—it’s still thick on my tongue. Sweet and addictive.
When I turn back, she’s staring at me like I’m dessert. Eyes dark, mouth parted. Doesn’t matter how many times I make her come with my mouth or fingers—she always wants more. Always wants my cock.
And hell, I’m more than happy to give it to her.
I step into the tub and hold out a hand. She takes it, letting me help her in, one careful step at a time.
When we first looked at this house, it was the tub that caught my attention. I could already picture her in it—naked, relaxed, surrounded by steam. That’s why I bought the bubble bath, some random impulse in the middle of a grocery run. The cashier gave me a weird look, but I didn’t give a damn. I just knew Paige would like it.
I was right.
She sinks into the water with a soft sigh, her head tilting back and her eyes fluttering closed. That little smile on her lips? Peaceful. Content.
