Page 13 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

“That’s not happening tonight,” he growled.

“What’s not happening?” I questioned innocently.

“Sex. I’m not fucking you with my cock. But I will fuck you with my tongue.”

“But we’re here to have sex,” I reminded him as my hand slipped into his boxers and wrapped around his long, thick dick. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting him.

“No, you’re here to be pleased in whatever way I see fit,” he gritted out.

“Lay down,” he ordered.

I released his dick and dropped back onto the firm mattress.

He didn’t bother fastening his pants, leaving the huge bulge on full display. How was this guy still single? Maybe it was because he was controlling or possessive. That was probably what I needed from him.

Angelo leaned over me and his lips hovered over my taut nipple.

“Open your legs,” he ordered huskily. “And grind your pussy on my dick. I want to go home smelling like your sweetness.”

“Oh God, Angelo,” I moaned, feeling a familiar heat swell between my thighs. “Don’t say stuff like that.”

“Like what? The truth?” He smirked before taking my nipple into his warm, wet mouth.

My back arched off the bed as I followed his instructions, circling my pussy over his impressive member. As I moved, I couldn’t help but think about bringing a mold next time; I’d love to have a replica of his dick to use whenever I wanted.

That way, when we eventually stopped seeing each other, I’d still have a part of him with me.

His hands wandered to my ass, squeezing and pressing my pussy lips harder against his throbbing cock.

“Angelo. Oh fuck,” I cried out in ecstasy, feeling him smile around my nipple before taking more of it into his mouth his teeth grazed my nipple in the process.

His hands pushed my hip down, urging me to arch my back as his tongue traced down my belly, over my clit, and into my wet core.

“Oh, shit. Oh, shit,” I roared as he gripped my hips and thighs with his large hands, leaving marks that I hoped would still be visible tomorrow.

“Fuck, you taste good. And so sweet,” he groaned before picking up the pace and circling his thumb over my sensitive nub until I reached an explosive climax.

Through half-lidded eyes, I saw Angelo smirking up at me as he continued licking and sucking on my slick folds. I came so hard that it was messy - all over his face and the mask he wore.

I blinked a few times, shaking off my thoughts as I stood outside my design studio, waiting for Vino to arrive. This wasn’t a date—just two people sharing a meal. Nothing more. An SUV rolled to a stop behind mine.

You can’t go out with him, Claire.

I turned away from my bodyguards, striding purposefully toward the warehouse door. I’d tell him I couldn’t go. No, I’d say I didn’t want to go.

“Claire.” His deep voice hit my insides, sending a shiver to my core.

“Where are you going?”

I couldn’t bring myself to turn around and face him. “I don’t want to share a meal with you.”

Footsteps sounded behind me, deliberate and heavy. My hand gripped the door handle, fumbling for the keys in my bag. Before I could pull them out, a firm hand clasped my arm.

“Why are you having second thoughts?”

“I can’t do this, Vino,” I murmured.

He leaned in, his breath warm on the crown of my head. “You’re strong, Claire. And to stay strong, you need to eat.”

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