Betrayed, Then Claimed by the Mafia King (18+)
Vincent clenches his fists at his sides, seething with anger.
“I can't help it, Carter,” I whimper softly, allowing him to kiss me and touch me, trying to prove to Vincent that I’ve moved on. Just because he divorced me for being infertile doesn’t mean another man won’t love me. And since Carter is his uncle, it's even better. I gasp when Carter slides his large, rough hand inside my red lace panties under my dress. Vincent’s eye twitches with rage as he watches Carter. He steps forward, but Carter locks eyes with him through the mirror.