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Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 24|Beautifully Chaotic
~Rylee~ The plan was simple. Get Vance alone, make him lose his sanity with my hand job, and shove the venom Rain provided down his throat while he screams in ecstasy. His security would think he was just sleeping, tired from his vigorous night with me. Once we dock in his mansion, I’d step out of this boat where a getaway vehicle awaits me. Easy in, easy out. But some jealous prick had to ruin my plan. Vance dropped forward; I scooted enough to avoid his drop on me. Half of his face was scattered on the bed. I’ve got blood splatter on my hair, but that isn’t the reason I was seeing red. Klaus stood in front of me; smoke danced from the muzzle of his P320. “What the fuck did you just do?!” I asked, hopping out of bed, reaching for the towel by the nightstand, wiping Vance’s blood off my curls. “Me?!” Klaus asked, his anger matching mine. “You were touching his dick! You didn’t even give me a blowjob, Rose, and I am your boyfriend!” Ugh! Sometimes I really wonder why people in t
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 25|His Feelings
~Rylee~ Planting a peck on my forehead, Klaus tucked my hair behind my ears, fondling as he secured an earpiece in my ears. “Ghost,” Klaus muttered, his voice commanding. “Pazzo bastardo,” answered Ghost through the earpiece, repeating what I just said. There was an evident smirk in his tone. “What? I had to rectify the situation,” Klaus chuckled, removing the silencer of his Sig. Whistles and chuckles followed Klaus’ answer. By the sound, it was the Lazarus cousins, Kai and Hunter. “That you did, bossman,” Hunter said, and Kai snorted. I shook my head; my left hand felt heavy with the ring band around my finger. I’m afraid to look at it, afraid to even ponder what this meant, but we had a crucial task at hand. “Twenty men are behind that door,” Ghost voiced what I assumed. “They’ll be breaking in any second now.” “Then do what I am paying you to do,” Klaus instructed, no hint of worry in his voice. Ghost cursed under his breath; fast punching of fingers against the keyboard
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 26|Addendum
~Klaus~Since I met Rylee two years ago, her resilience never fails to amaze me. Tonight, she raised the bar so high, slapping how frail I was on my face.We’ve been in the water for twenty minutes, swimming in the dark, fighting our way against the ice-cold water.I didn’t hear Rylee complain. Her body was a lot smaller than mine. We shouldn’t be in an even field, not because she’s a woman, but because I thought I was a lot tougher than her. I’ve never been more wrong in all my life.Hands down, this woman is the toughest I have ever met, strongest even.“We’re close,” her voice shivered. It was the first indication that this situation was affecting her as much.But fuck, she can still think straight, and she can still navigate in the dark when I can’t even speak in full sentences. I only hummed, pursuing her lead.Like she said, we reached the riverbank two minutes later. It was the longest two minutes of my life.The first thing Rylee did when we crawled up the banks was remove her
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 27|Your Present And Future
~Klaus~ Rylee watches me, her gaze sifting. My heart inched up my throat, stuttering and lurching as seconds ticked by. She glanced down, fondling the ring on her left hand. “That is the most romantic line someone has ever said to me. When you want to, you can be really sweet, Klaus…” she started, giggling nervously. By her tone, I could tell a ‘but’ following that sentence, and it did. “But I don’t have anything to give you.” “Rose…” She shook her head, damp cinnamon hair swaying as she did. “It’s not because of you.” “Please don’t give me that line ‘it’s not you, it’s me,” I groaned, gripping her hips, resting my forehead on her shoulder, her natural feminine scent filling my senses. I closed my eyes, hunting my brain for the right thing to say. How do I tell her I am damn serious about her? How do I make her believe I want no one else but her? Rylee simpered, thrusting her fingers through my hair. The gesture was innocent, but my body finds it rather sensual and intimate as s
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 28|We Have Protection
~Klaus~ ‘But later you will understand.’ — John 13:7 As my tongue traced each letter of Rylee’s ink, the purpose of each word became crystal in my head. It dawned on me why the wine tastes better when it’s from our vineyard, why Dad says Amara’s tasted even better than the last glass he had. Everything is sweeter when you work hard for it. Just like ‘my’ Rylee. Goddamn. She’s finally mine. Mine to take care of, mine to protect… mine to claim. It’s like being free from the shackles restraining me for years. That’s how it felt as I skimmed Rylee’s body with my hand, lips, and tongue. I tugged her shirt’s neckline lower, revealing more of her milky skin, torturing myself more. My wrist brushed her right nipple, earning a breathless whimper of desire from Rylee. She sank her fingers into my hair, tugging every time she’d ground her hips above my raging hard on. It’s a challenge controlling my thoughts, to hold the need surging inside me, but I want to take my time. I only got one s
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 29|Così Romantico
~Rylee~ Touch soft as a feather ghosted my arm upward, settling on my shoulder to bestow delicately looped patterns. Klaus.... For a moment, I thought last night was all in my head, an addition to the long list of wet dreams featuring Klaus and me. Flames of embarrassment flickered in my gut, spreading to my still warm skin from his touch. After coming down from the most intense orgasm of my life, I had fallen limp, unable to even open my eyelids. I vaguely recall Klaus nudging my cheeks with his nose, a tender gesture I’m beginning to grow accustomed to. He cleaned after himself, wiping me with a cool washcloth. In the form of a coo, he asked me if I needed water, if I was warm enough, or if he had been too rough. I answered all his questions with a moan, curling beside him like a ball of fur. Yes... Fur. Even now, I feel boneless everywhere, certain that my legs won’t hold my weight if I stand. They felt soft like jelly yet twitching as my well-loved pussy hummed in delight.
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 30|I Forgot
~Rylee~Klaus stood beside a Speed Triple, holding a ring spanner with his hands and shirt dredged with oil. My best friend Rain stood four feet from him, her Glock 43 aimed straight at Klaus’ head.Rain was in a perfect femme fetal outfit. Black leather jacket over a black minidress, knee-high boots with her blond hair swaying as the wind blows from the Delaware River. Five steps away from her left was the gentle giant Ghost. He was in his usual shirt and jeans; his Glock 19 pointed at Rain’s temple.I had no idea what was happening or how to appease the situation. The tension crackles in the open air, and the dried leaves on the ground might light up in fire if no one pacifies these three.Of the three, Klaus is technically at a disadvantage. He was only holding a ring spanner, yet he appeared to have the upper hand.Klaus tilted his head to the side, seizing up Rain. “Do I know you?”Rain hadn’t made eye contact with me, but she had me in her peripheral vision. I don’t know why, bu
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 31|Taking Sides
~Rylee~ Fist clenched on the side; I want to punch all the people in this safe house, including the woman beside me. If Rain wasn’t my best friend, I might have slapped her smack dab on the back of her head. For what? Nothing really. Just to get back at her for gossiping before warning me about Sloan and Blade’s arrival. And for wearing that gleeful smile while watching four idiots thwart each other. The only thing missing is pompoms, and she’d twirl her perky ass around. She’s enjoying this testosterone overload too much. Ghost got Blade in a standing rear choke. Being two inches smaller than me, Blade dangled from Ghost’s arms like a toddler. Being half dumb like his boss and a half too small against Ghost, he relied on his speed. Blade made eye contact with me, winking, his fingers digging into Ghost’s arms. I shook my head, praying that he acts as the bigger person, figuratively. But no, he likes proving size doesn’t matter in a fight. “Fucking hell,” I whispered as Blade elbow
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