Page 70 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

The feel of him buried deep, the fullness, the pressure, it was everything. Possession. Madness. Home. My breasts bounced wildly with each thrust, my body finding a rhythm born of obsession. His scent of spice, vanilla, and sin wrapped around me like a drug.

Vino growled, palming my breasts, biting at each nipple like he couldn’t get enough. “Claire, this pussy... this fucking pussy will make me burn the world down.”

I gripped his jaw, dragged my tongue across his bottom lip. “You’re mine, Vino. I’ll carve a bitch’s eyes out if she looks at you too long.”

Where the fuck did nice, sweet Claire go?

The glint of pride in his eyes startled me, like he’d been waiting for me to say that.

Vino fisted my hair, tugging my head back to stare into my soul. “I’ll slit a man’s throat and let him bleed out at your feet.”

God help me his words only made me hotter. Yup, I crossed the da lou lou line.

“You’re my fucking obsession, Claire,” he rasped through gritted teeth. The manic look on his face told me it was true.

My body convulsed. “I’m coming, Vino. OhGod,I’m—”

“Right behind you, baby,” he grunted, slamming into me as he spilled deep inside me. I shattered in his arms, shaking like I might split into pieces.

Breathless, I collapsed against his shoulder. “Sex with you should come with a warning label: Caution. Dick may cause addiction and insanity.”

His laugh rumbled deep in his chest. I pulled back just enough to meet his gaze.

“Do I need to worry about anyone from your past?”

He smirked and brushed his fingers through my tangled hair. “Let me get you upstairs. I’m not done with you.”

I narrowed my eyes at him.

“No exes to worry about. A stripper or two might still be hoping I’ll make them my woman.”

He lifted me easily, carrying me up the stairs like I weighed nothing.

“That’s because you never had a woman. Now you do. And women want what they can’t have. Knowing you belong to someone? That’ll drive them insane,” I commented.

For the first time in years, I let go. I allowed myself to feel to stop surviving and just live.

I didn’t care that he was a dangerous mafia boss. All that mattered was that I’d never felt safer, more cherished, or more seen. This man showed me what a real man looked like.

Snuggling against him, I whispered, “I let my guard down, Vino.”

He kissed my forehead and tightened his hold on me. “I know, gorgeous. And I’ve got you now. You’re safe.”

And I believed him.

CHAPTER TWELVE

VINO

The way my woman had casually mentioned twice in one day that she would kill for me spun my world off its axis. It was the kind of devotion I never expected but felt in my bones. And it rattled me, because soon I’d have to tell her everything. The truth about Angelo. About how far I’d gone just to be close to her.

Once we were home, settled into our world, I’d come clean. No more secrets. Tell her I was obsessed with her and had to have her.

As we stepped into the garage, Claire’s eyes sparkled with excitement at the fleet of off-road vehicles lined neatly in front of us. She immediately pointed to a sleek red ATV.

“I rode her yesterday,” she giggled.

“You rode her?” I chuckled, amused, as I paused by the wall of keys.

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