Page 79 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

The big showdown was coming up because I was tired of this shit with Michelangelo.

“Jefferson, send Renato and Amadeo to pick up a pizza for Claire,” I ordered.

“On it,” he replied.

“Fuck,” I grumbled quietly.

I was concerned about ruining the perfect proposal image, but I felt she understood what she was getting into. Not that she had much of a choice. She was going to marry me, no matter what. My fixation would have led her to the altar, whether she agreed or not. I was prepared to carry her down the aisle over my shoulder like a caveman if needed.

Forty-five minutes later, I walked through the mudroom and kicked off my shoes. I made my way through the dimly lit house, up the stairs and into our bedroom. I took off my holster and guns, placing them on the small table next to the comfortable black lounge chairs. With a sigh, I pulled my bullet-proof vest over my head and tossed it onto the chair.

“Everything, all right?”

Her voice floated through the room, soft, smoky, and grounding.

I turned towards her voice and saw her leaning against the walk-in closet doorframe, her legs crossed at the ankles. Claire’s mocha skin glowed under the light, and her big curls tumbled over her ample bare breasts. She thoughtfully stroked her chin, the emerald diamond glinting under the recessed lighting.

“Shit, baby,” I muttered, taking in her naked form. I felt like the luckiest man in the world.

“I want to bounce you up and down on my dick, but I’m covered in gunpowder. I need to shower first.”

Claire sauntered toward me. “You can dirty me up so you can clean both of us in the shower.” She jumped up into my arms.

My fingertips dug into her ass as I savagely kissed her like I hadn’t seen her a little while ago.

“My big strong fiancé protected me,” she purred between kisses while pushing the little buttons through the holes of my dress shirt.

“You know I’ll always do everything in my power to show a motherfucker what happens to those who come after me and my woman.”

I could barely manage to get out of my slacks and boxers in the heat of the moment.

“Fuck me right now, Vino.”

Stalking into the bathroom, I managed to turn on the shower while our lips were still connected. I slammed her back against the cold shower wall, the steam already clouding the glass. My cock drove deep inside her, stretching her open, claiming her all over again.

“Oh, yes, Vino. Fuck me hard,” she begged against my neck.

My fingers squeezed her thighs as I gazed between us, watching my dick slide back and forth in her pussy.

“Shit, Vino. Give it to me.”

I sank my teeth into her neck and growled, “I’m going to fill your womb with my cum. I want you pregnant with my baby yesterday.”

Pinning her against the wall, I plunged into her core, each thrust making my balls slap against her ass. Her lust-filled eyes glazed over as she neared her peak. I knew that look all too well. She was getting ready to come.

My thumb circled her clit rapidly while I continued pounding her pussy so fucking good.

“Shit,” she roared, her body trembling.

I held her in place as I drilled into her like a power drill.

We hollered each other’s names at the same time.

“Vino,” she yelled.

“Claire, that amazing pussy is driving me crazy.”

Breathless, she smiled under hooded eyelids.

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