Page 11 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

“Angelo,” Claire moaned as her hand reached up and caressed my neck. My hard cock pressed against her spine.

I slid two fingers into her tight, wet pussy, eliciting more moans from her lips. I watched in the mirror as her hips rolled in time with my touch. Her moans, muffled by the music outside, fueled my need to see her unravel.

But instead of giving her what she wanted immediately, I pulled my fingers out and lightly circled her clit.

“I bet I can make you come back-to-back,” I murmured, my teeth grazing her neck. “Just my hand. No tongue. No dick.”

Claire circled her hips, chasing my hand begging for her orgasm. My violet eyes met her hooded ones in the mirror.

Her body convulsed in my arms as I watched her ride out her orgasm and come hard in my hand.

“That was fucking beautiful,” I uttered, sucking on her neck. I was sure I’d leave my mark.

“I-I want more. But like this. When we meet, we wear masks,” Claire confessed, still quivering with pleasure.

I smirked at her suggestion. “I bet you will.”

She continued to rock her pussy on my fingers, begging for more.

“I can eat your pussy with the mask on,” I added, knowing it would only add to the thrill of our secret encounters.

“Angelo, make me come again.”

I slid my fingers back inside her needy cunt and watched as she rode them passionately. “Yes, just like that,” I encouraged her as she cried out in ecstasy once again.

The control was all mine in this twisted arrangement. I already knew where we could meet next time, a sex club where wearing masks was the norm.

An hour and a half later,back at my mansion, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror. I peeled off the violet contacts, removed the voice strip, and the prosthetic skin hiding my tattoos.

As I gazed at my reflection, I couldn’t help but realize how far I was willing to go to make Claire mine. And there was no way I was going to stop now.

CHAPTER FOUR

CLAIRE

Allowing a masked man to awaken parts of me I thought had gone dormant was something I never expected. It had been far too long since I’d truly been satisfied by anyone. My vibrator had become my reliable companion, but it lacked the heat and connection of another person.

There was something undeniably magnetic about Angelo. Maybe it was his piercing eyes that seemed to see right through me, his towering height and commanding presence, or the quiet confidence he carried so effortlessly. It certainly didn’t hurt that, at the masquerade ball, several women seemed captivated by him—yet it was me he chose to spend most of the night with.

The thought of his large hands roaming over my body left me feeling flushed and my core throbbing with desire. I vividly recalled our first encounter at an exclusive sex club in the city.

My heart pounded in my chest with anticipation as I made my way into the club. Putting on my mask, I walked confidently through the room, taking note of the various masks worn by others.

My phone buzzed in my hand, and I glanced at the screen to see a text message.

Angelo: Room Red seven in the back of the club. Take a left down the hallway.

The color scheme of the club was black. There were leather chairs and sofas everywhere.

The only pops of color came from the servers’ red stilettos as they strutted around serving drinks. I ran my hand over my short black dress and headed to the back of the club.

A woman caught my eye, sipping a martini. Beside her, a man knelt on all fours, her crimson stiletto perched firmly on his back. The dominance in her posture was unmistakable. I wondered, was she a dominatrix?

I made a left down the dimly lit hallway. Every door was red. I halted in front of red seven.

After knocking once, I announced myself and the door creaked open. My eyes immediately landed on his gold mask, framed by jet black hair. His violet eyes sent shivers down my spine.

“Come in,” he said, his deep voice filling the room.

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