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Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅My need for him grew with every passing second, aching and relentless. The slow, deliberate roll of his erection against my clit was like a delicious torment, teasing me to the brink of ecstasy but holding back, making me hunger for more.He was teasing me... My hand moved to his belt, deftly unbuckling it, the tension in the air evident, my skin burned. His fingers, still on my back, dipped lower into my sweatpants, and with a swift motion, he lifted me off the counter, wrapping my legs around his waist. The kitchen faded away as he carried me, and he lazily strolled towards my bedroom.I clung to him, my arms tightly wrapped around his neck. His gaze was locked on me throughout the way, lingering on my lips, then delving into my eyes, and back to my lips again. "I really like your hair," he confessed as he gently set me down on the bed. He looked like a modern-day Greek god with his open white shirt, unbuckled pants, and tousled hair. The tousled hair added an
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Vincenzo, typically unemotional and serious, gently laid me back on the bed. His demeanor, though cold and stoic, seemed to carry a faint hint of concern as he silently walked to my closet and took out a towel from the bottom drawer.He moved to the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the room before he returned. His gaze, while still serious, held a fleeting softness as he parted my legs once more. With the warm, damp towel, he began to clean me, his touch still methodical but with a hint of consideration. The towel moved across my skin mechanically, yet there was a trace of gentleness in his actions, erasing any lingering traces of what we had just done.A subtle openness seemed to peek through Vincenzo's typically impenetrable facade. His actions, while still practical, carried a quiet acknowledgment of the connection we had shared, a hint of something more beneath the surface, or maybe I was just imagining things. Vincenzo retreated to the bathroom, th
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I cast a brief, sideways glance at Sarah, who walked me into the building. She exuded an air of sophistication, her perfectly manicured nails clutched a designer handbag, and she looked every bit the socialite she was known to be. We had been seeing each other for some time, though my feelings for her were, at best, lukewarm. She was, in my eyes, a suitable candidate to become the wife of the future Capo of the Chicago Outfit, especially after last night. We entered the elevator to take us to my penthouse, Sarah carefully removed her gloves, her movements precise and graceful. She folded them meticulously and tucked them away, all the while maintaining a poised smile that never quite reached her eyes."Why didn't you tell me that you were coming to New York?" I inquired, my tone measured. She responded with a smile that seemed more rehearsed than genuine. "I wanted it to be a surprise for you, Vincenzo. I've missed you terribly. You've been in New York for five
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I paced back and forth in my living room, morning light streamed in through the curtains, the craving gnawing at my insides. The temptation was stronger than ever, and I knew that giving in this time might mean there was no turning back. I'd already relapsed twice, and the third time could seal my fate.With shaking hands, I reached for my cell phone. My fingers found Ethan's number, and I hesitated for a moment, debating whether to call him. The ringing on the other end felt like an eternity, a tug-of-war between my willpower and my addiction.Finally, Ethan's voice broke through, offering a lifeline in my darkest hour. "Cindy? Is everything okay?"My voice was strained, desperation evident. "Ethan, I can't do this anymore. This urge is consuming me.""Hey, hey, it's okay, remember why you decided to get clean. You've fought through this before."Tears welled up in my eyes, "I know, but the urge is unbearable. I just want that one hit."He sighed, "You know it's ne
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"It's your last night here in New York, Blade. How about we enjoy it more and talk a little less about business," Scott said as a waitress placed drinks before us.I leaned back in my chair, taking in the dimly lit ambiance of the upscale nightclub. I couldn't help but agree with Scott's suggestion. It had been a long week of meetings, negotiations, and strategizing. A night off from business discussions sounded like a welcome change of pace.I picked up a glass of whiskey, and my foolish brothers erupted in cheers.From the VIP section, I had a perfect view of the dance floor. I scanned the crowd, looking for Sarah among the women. This wasn't really her scene, and I wondered how she was handling the booming music and flashing lights.My gaze was drawn to a splash of pink amidst the club's vibrant lights. I felt a muscle twitch in my jaw, but I tore my eyes away from her and focused on the conversation with the men. We chatted as if everything was entirely normal
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Claire Parker - Sixteen Years Old. The hunger had taken hold of me like a vice, tightening its grip with every passing second. It was as if my entire body had turned against me, and I was held hostage by an insatiable need.My fingers twitched uncontrollably, like spiders crawling under my skin. The sensation was maddening, a constant reminder of what I desperately wanted. It was as if invisible hands were reaching out from inside, urging me to satisfy the relentless itch that consumed me.Tears welled up in my eyes, hot and stinging. They spilled down my cheeks. I tried to blink them away, to clear my vision, but they kept flowing, a physical manifestation of the torment I felt.I wanted to scream, to let out the frustration and agony that threatened to overwhelm me. So, I clung to the door, my knuckles white. "Please," I cried, I intertwined my hands and dropped to my knees, "Please, I won't ask for anything else," I begged Scott as he stood in the corner of the
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅She pressed her lower body against my throbbing cock and I forced my tongue into her mouth. Her fingers clenched my jacket in a desperate grip. My hand ventured downward, caressing the curves of her shapely ass, giving it a firm squeeze.Tonight, she was wearing a stunning black dress that accentuated her beauty. Sarah was undeniably breathtaking, a fact that even I couldn't deny. Her looks were the only thing that attracted me to her in the first place along with her sense of style. I roughly pushed her back into the leather seats, the air in the car growing thick with tension. Sarah positioned herself next to me, her lithe form bending forward, her ass provocatively raised in the air. With a swift motion, she gathered her long hair into one hand and tossed it to the side, revealing the tempting curve of her neck.Our hands collided, fingers moving with urgency as we worked to unzip my pants and free my aching cock. Sarah wasted no time, her warm, inviting mouth
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"My parents died in a car accident, there had been a storm and they had left me behind with grandma. I was six, so I remember some of the stuff. It stayed with me," I explained to Ethan, feeling his comforting touch as he ran his fingers through my hair. The memories from that time were still etched in my mind, haunting me.We were again in my studio. He had a fondness for this space. He loved my art, the way my face glowed whenever I painted—his words not mine. He often described my connection with colors as something truly special. "The storm that night was relentless, I mean, the rain was just...pouring down, no end in sight. My parents had headed out, leaving me with my grandma. I was just a kid, about six years old at the time, so I remember bits and pieces." I looked up at him, he had placed my head on his lap, and his fingers in my hair. "But then came that call, you know? It was my uncle on the line, and I could tell from his voice that something was ter
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Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅•The First Steps! ❤️"Oh my god, do you have the camera ready?!" I asked, excitement bubbling up inside me as we watched Aurelia tentatively attempt to take her first steps.She was already pulling herself up on the furniture, her chubby little hands gripping tightly as she teetered on unsteady legs. Her blue eyes sparkled with determination, her tiny mouth set in a determined line as she focused on the task at hand. She had gotten her blue eyes from my mama. Vincenzo and I had been eagerly awaiting this moment, always keeping our cameras close at hand in anticipation. Not just us, but the whole house. Salvatore, Alessia, and his brothers, they all celebrated everything she did. With bated breath, we watched as Aurelia took a wobbly step forward, her face lighting up with a mixture of surprise and delight. She stumbled slightly, her arms windmilling for balance before she regained her footing and took another hesitant step."Look at her go," Vincenzo murmured, hi
Note: This chapter takes place after Vincenzo has sent Claire back to New York once he learns the entire truth.Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅She was safe—safer than she had ever been in Chicago before.I had rented out the house across the street and stationed my men there to keep a watchful eye on her. They would keep their distance, she wouldn't even realize that they were there. I was furious with her, consumed by an intense anger that threatened to engulf me. But despite my rage, I couldn't bring myself to abandon her. She was too self-destructive, too chaotic to be left to her own devices.Part of me wanted to confront her, to unleash my fury and make her understand the gravity of her actions. But another part of me, a side that only belonged to her, couldn't bear to see her suffer alone.In the end, my love for her won out. No matter how angry I was, no matter how much she lied to me, I couldn't abandon her. She was a part of me, and I would do whatever it took to keep her safe, even i
Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I held Claire close, her body tense against mine, her face buried against my chest as I observed Tony's pitiful state. His once tough presence was reduced to nothingness, stripped of his limbs, his sight, and his dignity. He lay there like a discarded husk, a mere shell of his former self, awaiting the inevitable embrace of death. Claire refused to spare him even a glance, she had stopped coming here all altogether after she had ordered their eyes to be taken out, it was just too much for her. Tony's existence was a grotesque mockery of humanity, stripped of its most fundamental faculties. Devoid of limbs, senses, and any semblance of autonomy, he lay there, a pitiful shell of his former self. The ordeal of surviving without the ability to walk or see had surely taken its toll on his mind, leaving him trapped in a nightmarish existence."Please, Vincenzo, I can't stand to be here any longer," Claire pleaded, her voice quivering with a mix of desperation and di
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I stirred awake, feeling Vincenzo's solid frame enveloping me from behind. The unmistakable presence of his sizable cock pressed against me sent a jolt of excitement coursing through my body. I couldn't resist teasing him, rolling my hips ever so slightly against his length.A low, guttural groan escaped his lips, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. His response was so quintessentially Vincenzo that I couldn't help but smile, relishing in the sensation of his desire coursing through me even before I opened my eyes to greet the day.Last night fulfilled every dream I've ever had about becoming a mother and sharing intimate moments with the man I love. "Are you awake, Mia Cara?"I reached up, my fingers delicately tracing the contours of his forearm where it lay against my ribs, just below my breasts. "Mhmm," I murmured softly. He pulled me closer, his embrace tightening as he buried his face in the nape of my neck. I could sense the gentle caress of his lips
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"Who's been managing things while you've been away?" I inquired, pulling my hair up into a ponytail."I was," he replied, his gaze fixed on me through the mirror. "I know how to run my organization even when I'm not physically there."We stood side by side, him adjusting his tie while I styled my hair. I had been discreet about our baby, wanting the right moment to reveal the news, I wanted it to be special. I wasn't sure if he had noticed my subtle changes, but he hadn't said a word about it.His phone rang, and he quickly grabbed it, a smirk playing on his lips as he glanced at the screen. Without answering, he slid it back into his pocket."Who was it?" I asked, curious.His smirk widened. "Scott Mancini." My eyes widened in disbelief. "Oh my god, he must be so worried about me. You have to talk to him," I urged. Vincenzo's expression remained smug as ever, and he nonchalantly shrugged. "No," he replied, his tone dismissive."What do you mean, no?" I exclaimed,
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅Perched on the edge of the bed, I curled into myself, knees drawn up to my chest, and my chin resting on top of my knees. His presence across from me was palpable, his hand possessively wrapped around my ankle, anchoring me to him. Slowly, deliberately, his touch traced a path along my leg, each caress sending shivers of conflicting emotions coursing through me. Despite the state of mind, I knew he was in, his touch was a paradox of gentleness, a stark contrast to the brutality I knew he was capable of. Yet, at this moment, his tenderness felt like a lifeline, a fragile thread connecting us. With each stroke, I could feel the electricity coursing through my body, pulling me closer to him. It was like we were speaking our own language, one filled with longing and love. "You were the anonymous buyer..." I stated. His intense gaze locked onto mine, momentarily stealing my breath. "It was your debut exhibition. I had to support my girl," he replied, his voice dark a
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅My eyelids felt heavy as if they were weighed down by tons of bricks, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't force them open. With a groan, I summoned all my strength and pushed my eyes open, only to be met with the blurry sight of an unfamiliar ceiling.As I blinked away the haze of unconsciousness, the events of the previous night flooded back to me in a rush. Panic surged through me as I struggled to make sense of my surroundings.The room was dimly lit, with heavy curtains drawn tightly shut, casting a shadowy gloom over everything. I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me back down onto the soft surface beneath me.Where was I? And more importantly, who brought me here, and why? Dread pooled in the pit of my stomach. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I took in the opulent surroundings of the bedroom. Rich fabrics adorned the furnishings, and ornate decorations adorned the walls. It was a stark contrast to the cold fear grip
Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I was four months pregnant, and while the first trimester had been relatively easy, now I was starting to show a bit, and the nausea was hitting me hard, making each day a struggle to get through. I gently caressed my slightly swollen belly, finding comfort in the subtle changes my body was undergoing. Although it wasn't yet noticeable to others, I cherished this intimate connection with my growing baby, a bond that only I could feel.For the exhibition tonight, I opted for a dress that would discreetly conceal my growing bump. I slipped into a black burnout maxi dress with delicate spaghetti straps, its modest neckline offering just the right amount of coverage. As I admired my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence. No one on this earth can tear you down, Claire Parker, not even the man you love with all your heart. The sleek silhouette of the dress hugged my curves in all the right places, disguising my pregnancy with effortle