Page 87 of The Underboss's Secret Twins

I can’t answer.

I can’t breathe.

Every thrust sends lightning through my veins, every filthy word from his lips shattering me further.

But then he slows.

Drags out his strokes. Tortures me.

His thumb finds my clit, circling just right, forcing me to the edge, keeping me dangling just within reach.

"Beg," he orders, his voice thick with dark satisfaction.

I shake my head, panting, trembling. "Marco?—"

His hand tightens in my hair, pulling my head back, his lips brushing against my ear.

"Say it," he murmurs. "Tell me you need it."

I’m shaking, my body on fire, my mind gone.

"Please," I whisper, my voice wrecked, desperate.

"Not good enough."

His hips grind deeper, slow but brutal, and I break.

"Please, Marco—fuck me. Hard. Make me come. I need you."

A deep, satisfied growl rumbles in his chest.

And then?—

I feel it happen.

The shift from taunting control to pure, feral need.

His fingers bite into my hips, holding me in place as he starts to pound into me, ruthless and unforgiving, like a man possessed. The slow, teasing pace he tormented me with before? Gone.

Now, he’s taking.

Now, he’s claiming.

My back arches, nails dragging down his back, leaving red trails over tense, flexing muscle. The sweat slicking his skin glistens in the dim light, his hair falling over his forehead, his jaw tight, his teeth bared as he watches me come apart beneath him.

His dark, wrecked gaze locks onto mine, pupils blown wide, his mouth parted as he pants, the rhythm of his thrusts punishing, each one driving me higher, deeper, past the point of return.

His body is an inferno, burning against mine, each desperate, relentless snap of his hips sending shockwaves straight through my core.

I can feel everything.

The heavy drag of his cock inside me, the way he stretches me, fills me, owns me.

"You feel that?" His voice is a low, wrecked growl, barely recognizable. "You feel what you do to me?"

I can’t answer. I can barely breathe.

The way he’s slamming into me, grinding deep, hitting exactly where I need him—it’s too much.