Page 9 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

Her brow arched. “Are you leaving your groupies for me? Because I should warn you, I’m all about self-satisfaction.”

I chuckled. “I love a woman who knows what she wants.”

“I love how men pretend not to care when a woman admits she only wants one thing,” she countered, a playful edge in her voice.

A smile tugged at my lips as Claire assumed she had control. She was mistaken; I would never share her with anyone else.

“Pleasure is meant to be experienced by all,” I stated before taking a sip from my glass.

She tilted her head. “You know my profession. What’s yours?”

I make motherfuckers disappear.Of course I wouldn’t say that.

I grinned, though my answer danced around the truth. “I’m a powerful businessman. Some might say…dangerous.”

She laughed, a melodic sound that softened the sharp edges of the room. “I always attract the bad boys.”

“I’m not a bad boy anymore. I’m a ruthless businessman.”

Her smile widened. “I like that. You’ve evolved.”

“Growth is important,” I snickered.

“What would you do to someone who hurt someone you loved?” she inquired.

My jaw ticked. Why the fuck was she asking that? Why did you tell her you were dangerous?

I leaned into her ear. “I’d make them suffer…for a long time.”

I admired the way her chest rose and fell in my presence.

Her expression darkened, intrigue flickering in her eyes. “I would too,” she said quietly.

Why did she say that? And did I need to dig around in her past? Definitely.

I straightened to my full height as Sierra and Emoni took the stage, their voices carrying over the crowd as they spoke about the importance of charity contributions. Perfect timing. Claire listened intently.

I couldn’t help pondering that this beautiful woman wanted my dick.

Not yet. Much later. Claire thought we’d be a one-time encounter. Not a fucking chance.

As soon as the band started playing a slow song, I took Claire’s hand and guided her onto the dance floor.

“What are you doing?” she giggled.

“We’re dancing before we eat dinner,” I told her.

“I thought you were going to please me,” she pouted.

The idea of her only wanting to fuck me…the shit got under my skin.

“The night is young, Claire.”

“You never told me your name.” She grinned up at me.

“Angelo.”

“Angelo,” she rolled my name off her tongue.

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