Failed Escape
Claire POV
That night, Aaron was different.
Wilder.
Harder.
The absolute ruler of the Moretti mafia empire drove me to the edge again and again, as if he meant to empty every ounce of strength he had inside me.
The air was thick with a heavy mix of desire, sweat, and aged Cohiba smoke.
The flames of passion had yet to cool on my skin.
He leaned down, his breath hot and ragged against my ear.
"Claire," he murmured, voice low and rough, "Vivian's due back in a few days."