Page 62 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

“You will.” He said, stretching his hand out for mine.

I placed my hand in his and walked into the house. “I’d like to take a ba-”

My words caught in my throat as my gaze moved over tons of bags on the sofa. “Who went shopping?”

“I sent Xavier. To purchase lingerie and clothes for you. He wasn’t to select or touch any of your panties or bras. He found a sales associate to help me over FaceTime.”

I shook my head.

“Poor Xavier. I doubt he wanted to touch my panties, anyway,” I said, rummaging through the bags and admiring each beautiful piece.

“You did good, Vino.” I beamed as I took in each item.

His big hand grazed my hip and his lips came down on my neck. “I’m happy you like your clothes and lingerie. On Monday, I’ll have Maddie go to your place to gather some clothes for you to wear to work.”

I smirked. “Thank you.”

“I need to take a shower. Come on, I’ll draw you a bath.” He picked up a few bags and extended his hand.

I picked up the last bag and placed my hand in his larger one. Vino guided me up the stairs. He let go of my hand and set the bags on the dresser.

“Are we supposed to act like what happened in the meat locker didn’t occur?”

Vino peeled off the shirt he just put on moments ago.

I bit the corner of my lip as my eyes combed over his sculpted frame. The man’s body was sexy as hell.

His eyes met mine as he dropped his pants and boxers. “This is my life, Claire, which means it’s now yours.”

Vino picked up his discarded clothes, strolled toward the walk-in closet, dropped them into the hamper near the door, and continued on into the bathroom. His ass was all muscle.

Fuck.

I blinked twice, trying to focus on what was important. “Vino, I didn’t ask for this life.” My heart raced in my chest, not sure what his response would be.

He exhaled sharply as he stopped, causing me to almost bump into him.

Vino turned around, looking down at me.

“Are you trying to get a rise out of me?” he glowered.

“You know what, yes. I need to know what you look like angry. Angry at me. If I threw all your clothes off the balcony. What would you say and do?”

He flashed a cocky grin. “I’d ask you what the fuck you were thinking, then I’d throw you over my shoulder and carry you downstairs to pick them up. Once you were done putting the clothes away, I’d spank that fat ass.”

My arms crossed my chest. “You’d spank me?”

“Yup. Your pussy would rock across my thighs, working that little clit I love so much. Then you’d come all over me.”

His hand came up, caressing my jaw. “We will argue, Claire. But I won’t ever knock you upside the head. Or choke you until you black out. Unless you ask me to choke you.”

I felt the tears pooling in my eyes.

He wrapped his arms around me. “I will love and protect you. And those who hurt you in the past and future, I’ll fucking kill them.”

I pulled my head from his chest and met his gaze. “Will I ever get used to you killing people?”

He chuckled. “I think so. Ask Lexis about her experience.”

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