Page 25 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

I watched as she swallowed hard through the tears, drinking her cum. Yeah, she was full-on crying now. I let her go, only to bury my face between her thighs again, pressing against her slick, trembling pussy, ignoring the soft cries spilling from her lips.

She was mourning Angelo. That relationship had to come to an end so I could have her all to myself now. I was a selfish motherfucker even when it came to competing against me.

Then I thought, did I eat her pussy better than I had as Angelo? I didn’t think so. I mean, I never held back.

But one thing was different this time. There were no masks. No pretense. Just us, staring into each other’s souls.

And those three times I kissed her? Yeah, that had to be fucking with her head.

That bastard I needed to track down had my woman all messed up.

At this point, the dinner I brought for her would have to wait. In the meantime, I had something else to feed her.

If I gave her space to think, she’d start overanalyzing—dwelling on the kisses, the intensity, the connection that neither of us could ignore. She’d try to shut this down.

Not happening.

I stood to my full height, unbuttoning my shirt, my clean-shaven face still slick with her juices.

Claire’s hooded eyes followed my every move as I yanked off my crisp, pale blue dress shirt.

“Wow,” she muttered, gaze trailing over the ink covering my chest, snaking up the front of my neck.

I reached into my pocket, pulled out a magnum condom, and placed it on the counter. Her eyes flicked to the foil packet, then back to me.

Did I want to use a condom? Hell no. Claire was mine.

But I was willing to take my time to build her trust.

Kicking off my shoes, I unbuckled my slacks and shoved them down, along with my boxers.

My cock bobbed, thick and hard, precum glistening at the tip.

Her wide, eager eyes fell on my dick.

Did she really think she could handle my big cock?

CHAPTER SIX

CLAIRE

I wiped away my tears and slowly pushed myself into a sitting position. Vino’s body was pure artistry, a masterpiece that provided the perfect escape from the storm of emotions raging inside me. My tongue flicked over my lower lip as my gaze locked onto his thick, veined cock hard, heavy, and tempting. Those deep purple veins snaking up the sides looked like they’d keep him hard for a long time.

It frustrated me how easily I could take Angelo and Vino in my mouth, yet the thought of surrendering myself fully and letting them both taste me felt like crossing a line I wasn’t ready for. If only Angelo wasn’t so fucking good with his tongue, and Vino wasn’t so sexy and good with his, I could hold on to the strength I had before either of them came into my life. But they pushed me emotionally, physically, making me crave things I never thought I would.

The men I’d been with after my last breakup hadn’t been possessive like this. They hadn’t stirred something raw and consuming inside me.

Angelo and I occasionally met at sex clubs where he used various toys to pleasure me. And the way he looked at me from behind that mask? God, in those moments, I felt like I belonged to him.

I kept my eyes glued to Vino’s dick as I forced thoughts of Angelo out of my mind.

Vino totally didn’t listen. He ignored when I told him not to kiss me. The kiss at the restaurant on our non date, the kiss when Vino first arrived tonight, and when he pressed his lips against mine, making me drink my cum. No, no. No. I couldn’t think about those kisses.

They felt so good. I caught myself smiling to myself at work the next day, after our first kiss. Truthfully, I wanted to feel his lips on mine again. But if I got hooked, I’d be fucked. That was why I kept going back and forth on my decision to keep our fuck night. I knew Vino would kiss me again. The asshole knew he got to me, too. Why did he want more than sex from me, anyway? This man could get any woman he wanted. I was a damaged woman who couldn’t give him more than sex.

Vino peeled off his socks, tossing them onto his slacks on the chair beside me.

The naked, sexy Italian man looked good enough to suck off. I jumped down from the counter on shaky legs.

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