Mafia Don’s Secret Twins: Chapter 20

I don’t know what’s gotten into me.

Maybe it’s the rain. Maybe it’s just the strangely addicting way that Dino presents himself, or the sight of his tattoos and scars, covered in rain.

Maybe it’s the fact that he told me his favorite color.

Maybe it’s the fact that he’s the closest thing to my kids that I can have right now.

Maybe it’s all of those things, plus the fact that I think he’s the most handsome man that I’ve ever seen.

Whatever it is, I feel wild. There’s a need pulsing through me that makes me feel like I’m possessed. There’s some other entity powering me right now, making my hands clench around Dino’s smooth, beautiful cock. There’s some other woman driving me, because I couldn’t possibly be the one who fits my lips around the thick head of him and slowly sucks him into my mouth.

When he moans, though, I realize that I’m the one making these decisions.

Because I want to be the one that makes Dino make that sound.

Always.

A weird possessive feeling creeps over me. The thought of Dino doing this with another woman makes my skin crawl.

And, it makes me want to… make an impression on him.

Something that he’ll never forget.

Dino grunts, his hands like claws on the stone bench as he grips it. “Fuck, Marisol,” he groans. “That feels so fucking good.”

Pleasure flushes through me, and I moan around the feel of him in my mouth.

One of his hands touches the back of my head. The hesitation there makes my heart ache, and I look up at him through my lashes. Slowly, I pull him out of my mouth, a sight that both of us are watching.

It looks sexy.

“Tell me what to do,” I whisper.

His eyes squeeze shut, and the little muscle at the side of his jaw works like he’s trying to figure out what to say. “Marisol… I… You…”

“I want to make you feel good, Dino. Like you made me feel good. Tell me what to do.”

“Fuck me. Whatever you were doing. Just fucking… do that,” he manages to get out.

It’s not specific. It’s literally anything but specific.

But somehow, I know exactly what he means.

With his eyes glued on me, I take him back into my mouth. Dino grunts again, and his hips pump once.

I gag, slightly, as he presses further into my mouth.

Instantly, Dino freezes. “Fuck. Sorry. Marisol. Fuck. I can…”

I stop him by wrapping my hand around the base of him and pushing him in deeper again.

I’m not experienced at this. Far from it. So yeah, I’m gagging a little. It’s a lot, and he’s so big, and again, I’m not in the practice of relaxing my throat or anything.

But I try.

Slowly I’m able to take more of him, gag and all. Dino groans and his hand comes to the back of my head again. “Yes, Marisol,” he seems to chant from between clenched teeth, his words resonating in time with my head as I bob up and down on him. “Fuck. Yes. Marisol.”

I love this.

It makes me feel so powerful to have him in my body like this. To have every little movement of his be a direct result of me.

Of the way I hold him. Of the way I use my mouth and tongue on him.

It’s addicting.

Dino gasps and grips a fistful of my hair. “I’m going to come, Marisol.”

Good.

The thought of him spilling in my mouth, like I did in his, makes me wet all over again.

He grunts, and one of his big hands comes and grips the base of him, taking him out of my mouth.

I feel lost. Why did he…

“Not today,” Dino gasps. “Just watch.”

The way he says ‘today’ kind of feels like there’s a promise for tomorrow.

It makes me… happy.

The strange, precious happiness is washed away in an instant, though, when he starts to explode.

I can’t look away.

“Marisol,” he growls as he twitches. “Look at me.”

My eyes shoot up to his…

I shiver.

The look he’s giving me is the most intense that I’ve ever received in my entire life.

It makes me feel stripped down in a way that even him touching me didn’t.

That weird little possessive urge rises in me again as he finishes, and gently uses his shirt to clean himself up.

I know that Dino keeps saying that I’m his but…

Is Dino mine?

I don’t know. The only people I’ve ever really trusted enough to belong to are my mom and my kids.

Men, in my experience, don’t want me to be part of a family with them. They want to own me. Use me. I’m just a pawn in the games that they play with each other.

I know that I want Dino to be different but…

He might not be.

Dino tucks his shirt into the back of his pants and leans forward. Gently, he tugs me up so that I’m sitting on the bench next to him.

The rain splatters against the roof of the little shelter, and I feel suddenly a little awkward. I don’t know what to say.

What is there to say, after that?

“You should get back,” Dino says in a hushed voice.

Oh.

Okay.

I guess we aren’t going to talk about this at all, then.

Rising from the bench, I turn to study him. “That’s it?”

“What’s it?”

“You’re just going to dismiss me after…”

I don’t get to finish the sentence, because before I do, Dino’s arms are wrapping around me and he pulls me close to his chest.

“Marisol. I’m not dismissing you. I’m not sending you away. There’s a fuckin’ countdown clock in my head right now and we’ve been out here too damn long.”

I sigh and lean into his body. He’s so warm, and it feels so good. The chill from the rain is finally getting to me, and I don’t want to be cold anymore.

I want to have him around to keep me warm.

“If I had all the time in the world, I’d fuckin’ spend it with you,” he rasps.

My heart melts, just a little bit, and I wrap my hands around him too.

Dino’s chest feels red hot under my hands, like he’s run a marathon instead of sitting on a bench for a while. I gently rake my nails over his back muscles, and he groans.

“Don’t fuckin’ do that, Marisol. We don’t have the fuckin’ time.”

I know he’s right, but I can’t help that it feels a little bit like rejection.

Or, I guess, the longing for us to have more time.

“I know. I should get back,” I murmur. I pull back from where my arms are tucked around him, and the loss is almost palpable.

I don’t want to leave him.

The realization is somewhat shocking.

Dino bends down, tipping my lips up to his with one finger. He kisses me, and I wait for it to become heated.

It never does.

“I’m going to get you out of here, Marisol,” he whispers when he ends the kiss.

I blink up at him.

His green eyes are serious. “I mean it. I want to get to know you. But I don’t want to do it here. We need time. I need time to fuckin’ make you mine, and time for you to choose me.”

I laugh softly. “You think I will?”

“I know you will, Marisol. Because you’re fuckin’ mine.”

I laugh again. “You’re something else, Dino.”

“I ain’t nothin’ but yours, Marisol,” he says softly.

The words send a chill down my spine.

“I should go,” I murmur again. One of these times I’m going to say it and it’s going to be true.

The rain intensifies. I could stay out here forever, rain and all. I don’t want to go back in there, to my father.

To Andrei.

“When can I see you again?” I ask Dino.

“Swimming.”

I nod. “I’ll go every day.”

“I’ll be there,” he whispers.

With one last soft kiss, I step away. Walking out into the garden again, I look up at the fruit trees.

I wonder how Dino’s been getting me the notes. I should probably ask him before I go. Quickly, I turn, dashing back under the shelter. “You could send me another note,” I say softly.

Dino looks at me, a frown pulling at his lips.

Ice skates over my spine as he straightens. “What are you talking about?”

My stomach clenches. “The notes. From the garden. The ones telling me to meet you out here?”

It feels like I’m grasping at straws. Like I did something wrong, even though I know I didn’t.

He rises slowly. His face darkens, and I see the hint of danger creep back into his eyes.

“I haven’t sent you any notes, Marisol.”