Page 12 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

I sauntered inside and he closed the door behind me before helping me remove my jacket. Once it was off, I stepped closer to the bed and ran my hand over the soft red sheets.

“This is sexy,” I commented.

A deep chuckle rumbled in Angelo’s chest. “It is.” He stepped to the bar.

“What would you like?” he asked.

“Vodka on the rocks,” I replied, taking a seat on the bed. I leaned over to place my clutch on the red nightstand, noticing how every aspect of this room was indeed red.

Angelo joined me on the bed and handed me my drink. “Here you go.”

“Thank you,” I said, taking a sip.

“Did you have any trouble finding the place?” he asked.

“I don’t drive in the city. My bodyguards drove, and they found it easily.”

“Bodyguards?” He took a sip of his whiskey.

“Yes. They came with an SUV and a luxurious condo. Perks from my benefactor’s company.”

“Sounds like you have a powerful benefactor backing you,” he said, taking another gulp of his drink.

“But we’re not here to talk about our lives,” he said as our eyes locked. “You’re here for pleasure.”

I gulped down my drink, welcoming the burn. “Yes, I am. But I have one rule.”

He smirked, taking my glass from my hand. “No kissing on the lips? This isn’t just about physical pleasure.”

“It’s about separating emotions from pleasure,” I clarified.

He chuckled. “You can’t separate the two?”

I amended my statement, acknowledging his talented hands. “Well, it might be difficult with someone as skilled as you.”

Angelo placed our empty glasses on the nightstand and removed his suit jacket before tossing it onto a nearby chair. His expensive watch caught the light from the chandelier, making it glimmer.

He strode to the foot of the bed, rolling up his crisp white dress shirt sleeves just below his elbows. “It’s time to give you what you want.”

With a flick of his wrist, Angelo tossed me onto the center of the bed, causing my body to tingle with excitement. This gorgeous man was about to use his mouth on me. And even though I couldn’t see his face behind the mask, I knew he was beautiful. But that didn’t matter; I was here for pleasure, not getting to know each other. I just wanted him to make me come all over those sexy lips and his tongue. I hoped his tongue was as skilled as his hands.

As I waited with anticipation, my chest rose and fell rapidly. Angelo lowered himself onto the bed, sliding his hands under my dress and removing my panties.

“I’m keeping these,” he said, bringing them to his nose and inhaling deeply. His piercing violet eyes met mine. “They smell like roses and your sweet fucking pussy.”

Oh shit. My pussy clenched at his words.

Smirking, Angelo stuffed my navy lace panties into his pocket. My tongue slicked over my lips as I longed for his touch, pleasure spreading through my body.

His large hands gently touched my legs, leaving trails of fiery sensations on my skin.

Angelo yanked my dress over my head. I was left in just my navy lace bra. I felt both exposed and alive under his intense gaze. His eyes seemed to drink in every curve and dip of my body, making me gasp.

“Your mocha skin is stunningly beautiful,” he remarked, his tongue gliding over his pink lips.

“Fuck, I’m going to enjoy pleasing you,” he muttered.

I couldn’t resist reaching out to touch him; last time, I had rubbed him through his slacks, but this time I wanted more. I unbuttoned his pants as our eyes locked.

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