Page 10 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

When she did that, my dick hardened in my slacks.

“Your eyes are beautiful,” she stated.

“Thank you,” I said with my hand attached to the small of her back.

“You know you want to move that hand lower,” she purred.

Note to self: don’t let Claire drink too much when we’re out.

I kept my hand on the small of her back as she rested her head against my chest. At that moment, I wanted to tell her that she belonged to me. But I had to wait. I promised myself I would tell her in a couple of weeks.

Once the song ended, I threaded our fingers and led her to my table. Sierra and Emoni kept their distance, understanding the delicate situation between Claire and me. I was grateful they put together this masquerade ball for me on such short notice.

Our steaming hot meals waited beneath silver lids.

As we began to eat, I turned my attention to the table, engaging with the other guests. It gave Claire a chance to relax—and sober up.

“Do you have any designs coming to stores?” I asked, my tone conversational but curious.

Her smile was radiant, her passion shining through. “Yes, I do.”

The guests hung on her every word as she talked about her upcoming projects, her confidence captivating.

As I watched Claire talk passionately about her work, I realized that I would have to become a commuting man if I wanted to be with her. There was no way I could take away something she loved so dearly.

How would that work, Angelo? Mafia queen goes into the office every day like your enemies aren’t out to kidnap her and kill her to make you pay.

My heart raced as I thought about the risks that came with being in a relationship with a man like me.

My friends wondered why I was one of the last of the bosses that was single. I tried putting off the inevitable of having to protect the woman I loved. Yet here I was, unable to look away from the woman seated beside me.

“Please, excuse me, I’m going to the restroom,” Claire said, standing gracefully.

I nodded, keeping an eye on her as she moved through the crowd. My men, stationed strategically throughout the ballroom, would ensure she was safe.

Four minutes later, I stepped into the women’s restroom, leaning casually against the open doorframe.

A few women at the counter glanced at me, smirking as they applied their lipstick.

Claire emerged from one of the stalls and made her way to the counter, looking a bit surprised when she saw me. “What are you doing in here?” she asked as she washed her hands.

I shrugged nonchalantly. “Waiting for a moment alone with you.”

The women giggled as they left, one murmuring, “That’s so sexy,” on their way out.

“Anyone else in here?” I called out.

Claire glanced over her shoulder. “The coast is clear.”

I locked the door behind me and turned to her, my steps deliberate.

“You’re here to give me what I want?” she teased, pulling a condom from her purse and holding it between two fingers.

I smirked. “You’ll have to work your way up to that.”

Stepping closer, I grazed my teeth over the soft skin of her neck, my hands lifting the hem of her dress. Beneath the heavy fabric, her panties were damp with desire. I yanked them from her body and stuffed them in my inner jacket pocket.

“Open up and let me in,” I commanded.

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