Page 69 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

“Don’t worry about anyone else but me and you at the moment,” he stated, dropping a kiss to my stomach.

“I want you to understand.” Vino lifted my shirt and sucked my hard nipple into his mouth.

My pussy was gushing wet for him.

His eyes locked with mine again. “Once you become my wife, Claire, people will fear you.”

He slipped a finger into my pussy. “No bra. No panties. Perfect.”

My mind was still on what he said previously: people would fear me.

Vino sank his teeth into my hip. “The next Donna of the Romano family stands before me.” His deep vocals lit my skin on fire.

I cupped his face. “You’ve pulled me into your dangerous world.”

“Fuck yeah, I did. Every boss needs a gorgeous woman at his side who knows how to hold her own.”

Vino picked me up and sat my ass on the table. He slid my shorts down my mocha legs. They dropped to the ground. “I have to eat your delicious pussy.” His eyes flicked to mine.

“When I want it, I’ll take it. Eat it…fuck it.” He flashed a cocky smirk. “Watch you cream all over my face like you did last night.”

I was so hungry for this man. Resting my palms behind me on the table, I placed my manicured feet on the edge, offering my pussy up to him on a silver fucking platter. “Baby, eat me.”

A devilish smirk hit his lips before he sucked my pussy lips like it had been years since he tasted me.

“Vino,” I roared at the top of my lungs.

My fingers gripped his curls as I fucked his lips and tongue like a starved cat.

“Oh, baby. Oh shit, I’m coming.”

He pulled away. “Not yet.”

My eyes widened. I thought they’d explode. “What, please?”

“No,” he bit out.

His tongue slid up and down my folds, driving me crazy.

“Vino,” I purred. “You’re touching every nerve ending. I won’t be able to hold it.” I felt the orgasm building in my stomach.

Vino yanked me off the table, I hooked my arms around his waist as I squeezed his shoulders trying to climb into this man’s skin. I ferociously kissed his lips, tasting myself.

“Vino, you need to fuck me now. I-I need to feel you claim my walls.”

He stalked through the house with a dark chuckle. “Good,” he growled.

“Because no other man will ever be inside of what belongs to me. Every time you roll out of bed, you’ll remember exactly how my dick feels and that it belongs in your pussy.”

He set me on my feet, his gaze burning into mine as he stripped. Every inch of him was lethal perfection. His massive cock stood proud between us, thick and heavy like a weapon, the veins bulging with tension. I wanted to drop to my knees and trace my tongue along every inch of it worship the man who ruined me.

Instead, I reached out, fingers gliding over the skull tattoo across his neck and chest, down to the dagger inked through the eye socket etched into his chiseled abs.

Vino grabbed my hand and dropped onto the soft sofa, spreading his legs wide. “Ride me, gorgeous.”

I climbed onto his lap, hand barely able to wrap around the thick base of his dick. Slowly, I eased down onto him, my wet pussy stretching to take every inch.

“Oh fuck,” I cried out, nails digging into his shoulders.

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