Page 112 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

“Are you planning to join the orgy?” Ivan asked bluntly.

What happened to the kind gorgeous boy I once knew? He used to have a heart.

I chuckled. “No, I think I’m more of an observer.”

He laughed. “Nothing wrong with that.”

His eyes roamed over me. “You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

Tony was a master at prosthetics. Angelo and I looked like strikingly attractive people, albeit fake.

With my hands clasped behind my back, I continued deeper into the woods. “Enjoy your night.”

He hurried to catch up with me. “You shouldn’t be out here alone.”

“I’ll be fine.” I peered up at the fairy lights laced through the trees. It was truly breathtaking.

Without warning, Ivan seized my wrist and pulled me behind a tree, signaling his security detail to halt with a raised hand.

“You’d better head back, Mr. Bratva.”

His eyes slid over my lips. “Who said I was with the Bratva?”

“My husband, silly. He’s in the mafia.”

Ivan chuckled darkly. “Well, that means we’re both powerful men attracted to beautiful… women.”

Yet somehow it felt as if he was about to add “black women.”

“Ivan,” Polina called from the distance.

“Uh oh, here she comes.”

“Fuck,” he muttered.

Ivan cursed under his breath, gripping my hand tightly, urging me deeper into the shadows.

“I’m not running from her.”

“If she sees us together, she’ll kill you.”

I flashed a cocky smirk and cradled his face in my hands. “I’d like to see her try.”

In a bold move, I cradled Ivan’s face firmly, drawing him close. His hands immediately gripped my ass, pulling me tightly against him as he kissed me fiercely.

“I want to fuck you,” he growled.

I slammed my hands into his chest. “Get down on the ground. I want you to eat my pussy like it’s your precious Claire’s.”

His blue eyes lit up as he dropped to the ground. He shook his head. “There are two of you.”

“No, just one.” I reached under my gown and retrieved a tranquilizer from a holster at my thigh.

“If my husband catches you sniffing Claire’s pussy, he’ll murder you,” I chuckled.

“What?” His confusion was brief, replaced by shock as I plunged the syringe into his neck. “You wanted Claire, you got her.”

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