Page 82 of Surprise Twins for the Mafia Prince
But then—his fingers vanish.
I let out a frustrated whimper and twist to look at him. I’m about to beg.
Then I see what he’s doing—ripping open his pants, freeing his cock—and my brain short-circuits.
He doesn’t make me wait. Grabbing my hips, he drives into me in one hard, perfect thrust.
I shatter.
My orgasm crashes over me the instant he fills me—fast, fierce, like a detonation. I scream his name, body convulsing as he pounds into me, rough and relentless. Exactly how I need it.
Dario groans—low, guttural—as he grips my hips tighter, fucking me through the aftershocks with a pace that’s rough and ruthless andperfect.
He doesn’t hold back, and I don’t want him to. Ineedthis.
Each thrust lands deep, hitting that perfect spot that sends sparks zipping up my spine. I cry out again, already trembling as the pleasure tips into that overwhelming space where it borders on too much...and still I want more.
Another orgasm builds, impossible but real. I can feel it coiling low in my belly, tightening with every thrust, every breathless second.
Dario reaches up, yanking my shirt over my head and tossing it aside. My bra disappears next—ripped down my arms and flung away.
Now I’m naked. Exposed. His hands are everywhere.
He grips my hips, then slides one hand up to my shoulder, the other wrapping around my waist to palm my breast. His touch is rough, possessive, and sointimateit makes my heart lurch behind all the lust.
“You’re so greedy, aren’t you, baby?” he pants, his voice hot and dark in my ear. “Taking my cock like this. You can’t get enough.”
His thumb finds my clit, circling it with devastating precision as his pace increases.
The dual sensation—the fullness inside me and the sharp, teasing stroke over my clit—is too much. It’s everything.
“Dario…” I whimper, not even sure what I’m asking for. Just more. Always more.
“Say it,” he growls. “Tell me who you belong to.”
I try to speak, but the words don’t come. My breath’s too shaky, my body too strung out on pleasure.
He thrusts harder, his thumb dragging over my clit with every snap of his hips.
“Say it,” he demands again.
“You,” I gasp, my arms trembling as I fight to stay upright. “I’m yours, Dario. Only yours.”
“That’s right,” he growls in my ear. “And no one else gets to touch what’s mine.”
He rewards me by pressing harder on my clit, the pressure perfectly timed with the rhythm of his cock plunging deep into me.
I can feel it—the third orgasm rising like a tidal wave, massive and unstoppable.
“Dario, I’m gonna?—”
But the words vanish, swallowed by the climax crashing through me.
My arms give out and I collapse onto the armrest, my body shuddering violently as I come, completely wrecked. My inner muscles clench around him, spasming in time with my cries.
Dario groans and grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back as he thrusts one final time, burying himself deep.
“Fuck—Paige?—”
