Page 29 of Claiming the Mafia Queen

That’s it all it took.

He falls to the ground. “Alright, come on, sweetie-pie,” I ridicule as I scoop him up in my arms and fling him over my shoulder. I walk to the side door and toss him outside.

My body shakes as I walk back into the storage room, adrenaline coursing.

She’s been acting as a dealer all night. I think it’s a dangerous move. I wonder what her goal is. Is she just trying to piss everyone off?

“What the hell was that?” I ask.

“Another thug family… another deal that’s gone rotten…” She looks…defeated…

“Are they someone you’re trying to recruit?”

She shakes her head. “They have to pass the test before I recruit them and he definitely did not…”

“Are you doing vibe checks?” I joke.

She’s probably one of the most fascinating creatures in the world.

“Aren’t you scared you’re going to run into the wrong one and they’ll kill you before I can get back in here?”

She shakes her head. “I’m not scared of shit…”

There’s something in her tone. I believe her.

And that’s something that turns me on more than anything ever had before…

What was I doing?

Has this become a real job?

It kind of seems like it…

Because all of a sudden, I’m rooting for her… for her family…

“You need to be careful.” I say sternly. She rolls her eyes and walks away. I grab her forearm and pull her back to me.

“Let go of me, Tony,” she warns angrily.

“You need to be careful,” I repeat even more aggressively.

Our eyes meet. Each of our breaths slow…

And then without even thinking, I crash my lips into hers.

“Lock the door…” she breathes in between fiery peppered kisses. I can’t move my hands away from her long enough and she growls, pulling away from me. “I’ll lock the door…” Her lips are plump and bruised from the kiss. But I want more.

I need more.

Her chest heaves assertively, her breasts taunting me, as if they’re begging me to touch them.

Her eyes are dark with lust and she gazes up at me, biting her lips.

Unable to take it anymore, I pull her to me forcefully. I’m losing control. I envelop her swollen lips all over again, sucking and biting, tugging and pulling on clothes as she claws and grabs fistfuls of my hair.

Passion is ringing out, spewing over the room as we tussle and pinball against every surface in the room. Our mouths explore one another hungrily, greedily and I press my body firmly against hers.

My hands journey down over her back and grip her underneath her ass, pulling her up to me. She wraps her legs around my waist and desperately grabs the back of my neck, digging her nails into my flesh. I groan, aroused.

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