Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅╭────────────────────╮Idiot: Keep drooling over Mancini, and I'll make sure he's a distant memory once I'm done with you. Don't test my patience, princess, unless, you want me to bend you other thistable...╰────────────────────╯While his entire family shared the breakfast table with us, that's the message he decided to shoot my way.Glancing at Vincenzo, I caught a glint in his eyes – a mix of arrogance and amusement. Is this a game to him? Testing my limits or merely a twisted form of flirting? Is that what he calls flirting? Is this his idea of charm?Well, someone needs to give him a crash course in flirting – it's like watching a dinosaur attempt salsa.It was odd how innocent he acted in front of his family. I'm sure he never shows his real face to his Aunt Alessia. After finishing up the breakfast, everyone dispersed. Vincenzo got a call and he left home almost immediately, he looked a little upset and my heartbeat quickened, I hope everything was

Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅His smoldering eyes looked into mine, as he gripped the back of my hair and forced my face closer to his, "The truce with the Cosa Nostra... it wasn't for Scott and Allegra, I did it for you," he revealed, making me stunned. At that heated moment, his confession lingered in the atmosphere, breaking down any assumptions I held. My eyes widened in disbelief, torn between the touch of his rough hands and the gravity of his words. The revelation that our truce wasn't just business but driven by his desire for me left me stunned. I shook my head gently, his fingers still entangled in my hair, "No, you didn't. We didn't even know each other back then. We met, like, once when you tried to shoot me."A wry smile played on his lips. "Well, not the most conventional start, I admit," he said, as he loosened his grip on my hair, allowing me to lean back slightly. His gaze lingered on my lips before meeting my eyes again. "But that moment... it sparked something, didn't it?" h

Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"Vincenzo!" I snapped, doing my best to wriggle out of his grasp.I didn't even get a chance to look around the unfamiliar space – I was too busy trying to squirm my way out. But, lo and behold, it felt like we walked through the frickin' Grand Canyon or something. We finally made it to his bed and he dropped me on it like he was tossing a bag of chips onto the couch.His footsteps faded away, and I tensed when the door clicked shut. I swung around to find him leaning against it, arms crossed. The white dress shirt clung to his biceps, soaked in blood and he looked like the damn prince of darkness.And then I realized that it's exactly what he was. A prince of darkness... Darkness was like his second nature... His eyes traced down, starting from my face, pulled down by some invisible force. They glided over every curve, from my lips to my neck, down to my chest where the thin fabric hinted at what lay beneath. My shirt had hitched up by his manhandling, revealin

Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Straddling him on a bench in a secluded garden, things took a turn I hadn't quite expected. Instead of the simple night out I had in mind, there we were, kissing like it was the most natural thing in the world. It wasn't part of the plan, but somehow, it felt right – it just came effortlessly like the air I breathe and the beat of my heart.I lied, you know... This was the best kiss of my whole life, no one had kissed me. This kiss, it wasn't like the usual build-up, not just part of some foreplay, he was kissing for the sake of kissing me. I relished every moment – his lips, his scent, the taste of him, and the way his touch lingered on my body. It felt like the first time I truly experienced a kiss, something beyond merely setting a mood. It was perfect, genuine, and more than I ever expected, it wasn't about leading to something else; it was the main event. He pulled me in closer with his big hand on my back, the light stubble on his face brushing against my sk

Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"When I'm pissed off, I fuck hard," his voice came out deep, husky, and almost as if it took everything in him to utter these words. I felt his fingers digging into my hipbone as he held me closer. I blinked up at him, wondering, what did Vincenzo Capone even see in me when he was surrounded by all these women? When he had an ex like Sarah Cromwell. Why me? His secretary Georgina was a beautiful, smart, and probably an upstanding woman—why did he never get attracted to her? Why me? I quivered as he squeezed me forcefully, his grip leaving searing imprints on my skin. My fingers desperately clung to his flexed forearms, as he tried to shove his hands under my dress. I wasn't afraid of his bruteness, I have had enough bruteness in my life that I had grown a very hard skin. It takes a lot to simply unnerve me but somehow he manages to do that simply just by being around me. "I'm fine with that..." I nodded slightly and managed to whisper. He made a deep sound tha