Page 56 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

I ignored her words. “What do you need from your condo?”

Her eyes fell on me. “My flat iron and curling cream. You know, since you put my hair up in this ponytail.”

“Gorgeous, I did the best I could. I washed your hair, then conditioned it. I didn’t have an ouchless elastic band that Lexis said I needed. So I used my tie from last night.”

She rubbed her legs together like two sticks sparking a fire. “Some events are spotty from last night. I was in and out of consciousness for some of it. I remember you brushed my teeth, washed my entire body and dressed me for bed.” Her lip was between her teeth now. “I can’t believe you took care of me like that.”

“I care deeply about you, Claire.”

She tugged the hem of the shirt down like she was trying to keep her arousal from lighting the air.

“Early this morning, I ate your pussy,” I admitted.

Her breath hitched. “I thought I was dreaming. I wondered why my pussy felt…good,” Claire muttered.

“I really need panties or I’m going to come all over your furniture.”

Standing to my feet, a growl rumbled in my chest. “None of our men will touch your panties.”

I strolled toward her. “Open your legs.”

“No, because my pussy’s gushing wet.”

“Open your fucking legs, Claire,” I demanded.

She opened her mouth to object again. Her legs slowly opened.

“What if one of your men walks by?” she asked.

I reached into my pocket, took out my phone, and turned off the surveillance cameras. I also sent Xavier a text.

Me: If there’s a problem, speak over the intercom.

Xavier: Understood, boss.

I placed my phone on the small table and kneeled before her. “The way you came in my mouth this morning. I wondered if you were dreaming about me fucking you or eating your pussy.”

She blushed. “I don’t know, but it’s not my first naughty dream about us.”

I ran my thumbs along the soft folds of her skin, parting them slowly to reveal the warmth beneath. A quiet moan escaped her lips. She was still glowing from our heated conversation.

A cocky smirk curled my lips as I murmured, “You came.”

“I did,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. “What you said was such a turn-on. I’m not used to a man caring for me like this.”

I trailed a gentle kiss to the center of her, promising, “I’m going to take care of this pretty pussy.” Her body trembled, and I let my tongue travel from the curve of her ass to the soft mound above, savoring every drop of her sweet release.

“I’m falling for you, Vino,” she confessed, the vulnerability in her eyes breaking my heart.

It was clear she wanted to trust me completely, even though a part of her was terrified I’d betray her.

“I’ve got you, baby,” I murmured as I lavished attention on her clit, eliciting a shudder as she arched her back, pressing her warmth against my lips.

“Vino, I—I’m scared,” she admitted softly.

My heart pounded with the secret I still carried that I was also Angelo. That information would hurt her. I had to push those thoughts aside for now. I unzipped my cargo pants and freed my throbbing cock from its confines. “Do you miss my dick?” I whispered.

I pressed her knees against her chest, sliding my big, hard cock to her inviting entrance. Slowly, deliberately, I pushed inside her warm, velvety walls, gripping the top of the chair for support. “Vino,” she murmured.

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