Page 61 of The Underboss's Secret Twins

Marco laughs softly, smug. "Oh, you liked that?"

I swallow, pressing my lips together, but I know he won’t let me get away with silence.

His hand trails lower, between my thighs, his fingers brushing over my soaked folds.

"Say it." His fingers tease me, circling but not giving me what I need. "Say you liked it."

I squeeze my eyes shut, my face burning—but my hips push back into his touch, betraying me.

"Fuck," he breathes. "You’re dripping down your thighs, baby. And you’re still going to pretend you don’t want me to wreck you?"

His fingers slide into me again, slow, deep, curling just right. I cry out, gripping the sheets.

"Marco—"

"Say it, Sofia." His other hand grips my jaw, turning my head just enough that his lips brush my ear. "Tell me you want more."

I shudder, my body shaking with how badly I need him.

"Yes," I whisper, then louder, "Yes, I liked it. I want more."

He makes a sound somewhere between a groan and a growl, low and satisfied.

"That’s my girl." His rough hands squeeze my ass, spreading me wider.

I let out a soft, helpless moan, grinding back against him, needing more.

He chuckles, low and wicked.

"Look at you," he rasps, his thumb tracing over my soaked folds, teasing me. "So desperate. So fucking ready for me."

I let out a soft, broken noise, pushing back against his touch, chasing his fingers.

"Please," I whisper, my voice shaking with need.

Marco grips my hips harder, his mouth brushing over the curve of my ass, his breath hot against my skin.

"I don’t think you’re ready for my cock just yet," he murmurs, voice thick with dark amusement.

Then he spreads me open further, and his mouth is on me.

I cry out, my fingers fisting the sheets as his tongue licks a slow, devastating stroke over my slit.

"Oh my God?—"

Marco groans against me, his hands gripping my ass, keeping me still as he buries his face between my thighs.

He’s filthy with it, devouring me, licking and sucking like he’s starving.

I moan uncontrollably, my back arching, my hips pushing back against his face.

Marco lets out a dark laugh, his tongue flicking over my clit in quick, teasing strokes.

"You taste so fucking good," he growls against me, his voice muffled by the mess he’s making.

I can barely breathe. Pleasure coils low in my stomach, winding so tight I feel like I might break.

And he knows it.