Page 86 of Surprise Twins for the Mafia Prince
“Oh my God,” she cries out. “Dario...it’s so good. So good.”
I fuck her harder now, my pace building as I wrap one arm around her waist, holding her steady. My other hand stays working her clit, keeping her right on that edge.
The sounds we’re making—flesh meeting flesh, the wet slickness between us, her breathless moans and my grunts—fill the room. It’s messy, intense, perfect.
She’s gone past words now, lost in it, the noises falling from her lips nothing but raw pleasure and need.
I keep going. Harder. Deeper. Until I feel her start to tremble.
And then she falls apart.
Her orgasm hits like a wave crashing down—her pussy clenching so hard around me it’s almost painful. Her knees buckle, and she nearly collapses, but I catch her, holding her steady while she rides it out—soaking my cock as she comes hard around me.
Fuck, that’s hot.
It pushes me straight over the edge.
I thrust deep one last time, groaning through my teeth as I come hard inside her, spilling every drop while the rest of the world fades away.
For one long, perfect moment, there’s nothing but this—our bodies joined, our breath tangled, everything else falling away.
When I finally pull out, I smooth her dress back down, but not before landing one last swat on her ass, light but firm.
A reminder. A mark.
She glances over her shoulder at me, eyes half-lidded, her lips curved in a lazy, satisfied smile.
I tuck myself back into my pants, still half-hard from the sight of her.
I lean in and press a kiss to her mouth. She meets it with a soft moan, sliding her tongue into my mouth, and my cock twitches again like it’s already begging for round two.
“You’re a fucking temptress,” I murmur against her lips, pulling back before I lose all reason.
She laughs softly, still breathless.
I step away, heart still pounding. If I don’t leave now, I’m not making it to LA
“I need to give you something worth hurrying back for,” she says with a saucy wink. I chuckle and kiss her again, but I have to pull away too soon.
“I’d better head out now, baby. I’ll let you know when I get there. Don’t step a foot outside of this house without calling one of my men to guard you. Luca, Alessio, Matteo, and Paolo all know they need to be available to you.”
“I promise,” she says, and I’m satisfied with her easy agreement this time. Maybe the punishment had an impact. Or maybe she just doesn’t want to worry me. Either way, I’ll take it.
I step out of the house feeling like something’s missing.
The thought hits, simple and brutal.
I want to marry that woman.
It’s not something I’ve ever thought about before—marriage has always seemed like a business arrangement at best, a prison sentence at worst. But with Paige, it feels right. Natural. Inevitable, like gravity or the tide.
My mood lifts as I get in the car and drive away because I promise myself then and there that when I return to her, I’ll have an engagement ring to put on her finger. A diamond as big as her heart, a promise that she’ll always be mine.
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PAIGE
Dario has been gonetwo days, and I’m sick of being at home alone.
