Page 60 of The Underboss's Secret Twins

Then he’s shoving his pants down, freeing his cock, thick and hard and already leaking for me.

My breath catches as he presses the tip against my entrance, teasing, torturing.

"Look at me," he demands.

I do.

And the moment our eyes lock—he thrusts into me in one deep, brutal stroke.

I cry out, my back arching, my nails raking down his back.

He groans, his forehead dropping to mine, his breath hot and uneven.

"Fuck, Sofia," he grits out, pulling back only to slam into me again. "You feel even better than I imagined."

And then he’s moving—deep, hard, merciless.

His hand grips my thigh, hooking it over his hip to take him deeper.

I sob his name, clinging to him, my body meeting every thrust, taking him, needing him.

"That’s it," he rasps. "Take me, baby. Take every inch."

My world narrows to him—his heat, his weight, the way he fills me so perfectly I never want him to stop.

His fingers find my clit, rubbing tight, filthy circles.

"Come for me," he orders, his thrusts turning erratic, desperate. "Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel you."

And I do.

Pleasure slams into me, shattering me, making me cry out as I convulse around him.

I’m barely holding on, every nerve in my body sparking, the pleasure too much, too sharp, threatening to break me. Marco is relentless, deep, perfect—each stroke dragging another moan from my lips, another wave of heat pooling low in my stomach.

He feels so fucking good.

I can feel him everywhere—his hands gripping my thighs, his mouth at my throat, his body pressing me into the bed with every brutal thrust.

Then suddenly, he’s gone.

I whimper at the loss, my body aching, clenching around nothing.

Marco’s grip tightens around my hips as he pulls out, his thick cock sliding free, slick with my arousal.

I barely have a second to breathe before he flips me over, shoving me onto my stomach with one firm hand between my shoulder blades.

A sharp gasp escapes me as my cheek hits the cool sheets, my body completely at his mercy.

"Where do you think you’re going, baby?" His voice is a dark, velvet rasp, thick with amusement and something far more dangerous.

"I—" My voice catches when I feel his palm smooth over my ass, slow, deliberate.

Then he spanks me.

Not hard, just enough to make me jolt, make my skin sting in the most delicious way.

A shocked moan spills from my lips before I can stop it.