All Chapters of Mafia Men IV - Vincenzo's Temptation : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Vincenzo⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅I watched the live feed from the hidden devices in Claire's dress. Watching her engage with Santino, playing the role she was assigned, stirred something unknown in my chest. My jaw clenched as she laughed at something Santino said, her body leaning in closer to his. The way Santino's eyes lingered on her curves didn't sit well with me. I hated how she seemed to enjoy his attention, even if it was all part of the plan.My eyes remained glued to the screen, torn between wanting to protect her and needing her to succeed in her mission. The thought of protection only came from the fact that I was protective of the women in my life. My world changed forever when my mother passed away when I was just fifteen. In the wake of her absence, Aunt Alessia stepped in and became more of a mother to me than I'd ever known. I fiercely protected Alessia, and the same instinct extended to my cousin, Allegra. She and I shared the same Capone blood, making her like a little sister

Claire⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅"Paint me a picture," I continued, my voice a sensual caress, "I'm sprawled across your bed, helpless, bound by silk restraints, trembling for your touch. And the only thing on my bare, quivering flesh – those exquisite earrings. And you, my love, hold the reins of my every move, every inch of my fevered body at your command, at your mercy." His eyes bore into mine with a dangerous ferocity, a raw intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. His grip on my neck grew brutal, squeezing with such force that it threatened to cut off my very breath.But then, a wicked grin crept across his lips, and his hold softened, allowing me to draw in a ragged breath through my quivering nose. His fingers traced a slow, torturous path down my body, his predatory gaze tracking every inch of the journey."Complete control?" he asked, his voice dripping with a dark promise.I hesitated, the gravity of the moment hanging heavily in the air. A hunger, fierce and unrelenting, flickered i

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

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

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