Page 53 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

As much as she tried pushing me away, I realized my woman had a hard time keeping me off her mind. Good.

I inhaled her again before sucking her clit into my mouth. Her pussy bucked my face. Was she dreaming about fucking me? Probably.

“Best dick game, ever,” Claire muttered.

A devious smile hung on my lips. I wanted to peer at her in disbelief, but I kept twirling my tongue around her clit until she convulsed and came all over my face. Slowly, I rose onto my knees and admired the look of satisfaction on her face.

I slipped a hand down my wet face before dropping next to her. Yanking the towel off my body, I tossed it onto a nearby chair. I pulled the sheet over our bodies and held her in my arms. My lips grazed her ear. “You’ll be pregnant with my baby soon, Claire. Just you wait and see.”

The sound of birds chirping and the sun heating my face woke me. I glanced to my left and swept a hand over the cold, empty space.

I sat up. “Claire,” I yelled.

Hopping to my feet, I ran to the door and pulled it open.

“Claire,” I shouted.

No answer.

Music bellowed throughout the house. And the smell of bacon wafted through the air. I strolled back into the room, tapped a button on my phone. The surveillance system popped up. I tapped the kitchen camera. Claire sat at the counter with the heel of her hand resting on her forehead. Steam rose from her mug before she sipped the beverage.

She appeared a bit hung over. Honestly, I thought she’d be worst off. I left my phone on the nightstand and moved into the bathroom. After freshening up, I chose to skip the hair products, letting my dark natural curls take center stage. I ambled into the walk-in closet and dressed in black boxer briefs, khaki cargo pants, a black t-shirt, black socks, and black leather boots.

When I reached the kitchen, my eyes scanned the empty rustic stainless steel kitchen. I found a note on the counter.

Your breakfast is in the warmer.

Claire

Looking into the fridge, I spotted a big glass pitcher of sweet tea that Claire had prepared. I poured myself a full glass of the sugary delight and then checked the surveillance footage. Claire was lounging on the patio in a heather gray chair, wearing nothing but my white t-shirt. I guessed she wasn’t wearing any panties.

I pulled the plate out the warmer. The T-Bone steak, scrambled eggs with cheese, four strips of bacon, and the shrimp and grits smelled amazing.

“Good afternoon, Claire,” I greeted as I walked onto the patio, feeling the heat from the sun on my head.

“Good afternoon, Vino,” Claire replied, eyes still closed.

“How are you doing?” I asked, settling into a chair at the table.

“Like I’ve been run over by a semi-truck. I took some aspirin,” she replied.

“I asked Xavier to get some groceries for breakfast, along with ginger ale and saltine crackers, to ease my hangover.” She pointed to the ginger ale can and cracker pack on the small table beside her.

“He arranged for someone to pick up the items I needed. I tried to pay him, but he refused. You must pay him well.”

“Indeed, I do. I maintain a safe that Xavier can access. He has both cash and a company credit card to cover groceries and any other necessities.”

Claire chuckled. “A mobster with a company credit card.”

I shoveled shrimp and grits into my mouth and savored the flavors on my tongue. Fuck, the food was delicious.

“I’d imagine you think everything the Romanos do is illegal?”

She didn’t say a word.

“We own Romano Enterprises that has been in our family since the nineteen fifties.”

Claire sat up, eyes wide. Her back was ramrod straight. “Let me make sure I’m understanding you correctly. You own a corporation?”

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