Page 20 of The Underboss’s Secret Twins (Underworld Heirs #2)

SOFIA

I don’t know who moves first.

Maybe it’s me, gripping his shirt like it’s the only thing keeping me grounded. Maybe it’s Marco, pressing closer, his body heat swallowing me whole. Maybe it’s both of us, pulled together by something neither of us has the will—or the desire—to fight anymore.

His lips crash against mine, and I gasp into his mouth as his tongue slides in, claiming me, devouring me. There’s nothing hesitant about it—no patience, no careful exploration. Just hunger. Raw, unrelenting, all-consuming hunger.

A sound escapes me, part moan, part whimper, and Marco drinks it down like it belongs to him.

"You drive me fucking insane, you know that?" he growls against my lips, his hands already moving, gripping my waist, yanking me forward.

I barely have time to catch my breath before he’s pulling me up, flipping me onto my hands and knees on the bed like I weigh nothing.

I gasp, heart pounding, the new position making me feel exposed, vulnerable—but never unsafe. Never with him.

"Marco—"

He cuts me off with a dark chuckle, his fingers fisting in my hair, tugging my head back just enough to make me shiver.

"You like that?" His voice is all silk and sin, a low rasp that makes my entire body throb. "Like knowing I can manhandle you like this?"

I let out a shaky breath, my lips parting. "Yes."

His hand tightens slightly in my hair. "That’s my good girl."

I swear I almost come from those four words alone.

Then his lips are on my neck, dragging down, biting and soothing, leaving marks that feel like a brand. One of his hands slides lower, gripping my hips, kneading my ass as he presses his hard length against me through his slacks.

I groan, rocking back against him, desperate for more, for anything.

He laughs softly, dark and teasing. "Look at you. You’re desperate for me already."

"Shut up," I breathe, but the words come out broken, needy.

He tuts, his hand gliding up my back, tracing the zipper of my dress.

"Let’s get you out of this," he murmurs, his lips pressing against my spine as he slowly drags the zipper down.

The silk loosens, falling from my shoulders, slipping down my arms.

Marco doesn’t rush it.

He peels the fabric away with kisses, his mouth trailing over every new inch of bare skin he exposes.

The moment my dress pools at my waist, he flips me onto my back again, caging me beneath him.

His dark eyes roam over me, heavy-lidded, full of heat and something deeper.

"Fucking perfect," he murmurs. "Every inch of you."

His hand slides down, hooking into my panties and dragging them down my thighs, taking his time, watching my face as if he’s memorizing every reaction.

I should be embarrassed, lying beneath him, nearly naked while he’s still fully dressed. But the way he looks at me—like he’s starving— only makes me burn hotter.

"You’re staring," I whisper.

Marco smirks. "Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?"

I meet his challenge head-on.

My hands slide up his chest, pushing his jacket over his shoulders. He lets me strip it off, lets me undo the buttons of his dress shirt with trembling fingers.

But when I take too long, his patience snaps.

With a growl, he shrugs the shirt off himself, the fabric hitting the floor in a careless heap.

And fuck—he is a masterpiece.

Broad, muscled shoulders, golden skin stretched over powerful muscles, scars marking his past like ink on a map.

I trace one just above his ribs, and his abs tighten beneath my touch.

"You keep touching me like that," he warns, voice rough, "and I won’t be able to take my time."

I bite my lip. "Maybe I don’t want you to take your time."

Something in him snaps.

He crushes his mouth to mine, one hand sliding between my thighs, fingers teasing my slick heat.

"You’re already soaking for me," he growls, dragging a finger through my folds, making me arch into him.

"Please," I pant, gripping his arms.

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to my jaw, my throat, the valley between my breasts.

"Please what?"

"Marco."

"Say it, baby." His thumb circles my clit, slow, torturous. "Tell me exactly what you want."

I whimper, hips lifting, desperate for more.

"I want you to fuck me," I breathe. "Now."

His growl vibrates against my skin. "That’s my girl."

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.

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.

"Is this what you wanted, baby?" His voice is pure sin, his tongue teasing me mercilessly. "You wanted me to ruin you with my mouth?"

"Yes," I gasp, gripping the sheets so hard my knuckles ache.

He groans, sucking my clit between his lips before lapping at me again.

I shudder, legs shaking, my whole body a live wire.

He eats me like a man possessed, like he’s marking me from the inside out.

His tongue strokes deep, slow, torturous—then fast, relentless, flicking my clit just right.

My thighs tremble. My moans turn frantic.

I’m close. So fucking close.

Marco feels it, hears it, knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

"Come for me," he orders against my slick heat, his grip bruising my hips as his tongue fucks me deep.

I cry out, my whole body tensing, then shattering as the orgasm rips through me.

My vision goes white, my breath stolen, my body shaking violently as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.

Marco groans, holding me down, licking me through it, dragging it out until I’m too sensitive, too overwhelmed, until I’m whimpering his name.

Only then does he finally pull away, his lips glistening, his breath ragged.

He presses a kiss to my ass, his voice thick with satisfaction.

"You’re fucking perfect."

Then he grips my hips again, positioning himself behind me, his cock heavy and ready against my soaked entrance.

"Now," he growls. "Let’s see if you can take all of me."

My breath hitches, anticipation coiling tight in my stomach.

He doesn’t push in.

Instead, he drags the thick, leaking tip through my slick folds, rubbing against my clit just enough to make me whimper.

"You want me to fuck you like this?" he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. "On your hands and knees, taking me like a good girl?"

Fuck.

I nod frantically, trying to push back against him, trying to take him inside me again.

Marco chuckles, gripping my hips tight enough to bruise.

"Desperate little thing," he murmurs. "You’re already ruined for me, aren’t you?"

I moan in frustration, grinding against him, needy and reckless.

"Marco, please?—"

He thrusts into me without warning, burying himself to the hilt in one deep, punishing stroke.

I cry out, pleasure slamming into me, my walls clenching around him.

"Fuck, Sofia." His voice is wrecked, raw. "You feel so fucking good."

He pulls out slowly, letting me feel every inch, then slams back in, harder this time.

I gasp, my arms giving out, my chest hitting the mattress as he starts to move, deep and brutal.

"You can take it," Marco rasps, gripping my hair, tilting my head back. "I know you can take it."

And I do.

Again and again.