Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Chapter 270 No–sex Clause

Claire gasped at the intensity of his kiss, the way his lips claimed hers with undeniable passion. Her eyes grew wide with shock and she was caught in a whirlwind of emotions, unable to decide whether to push him away or surrender to the moment. Her mind felt numb, overwhelmed by the electrifying sensations this incredibly hot, movie–star husband was igniting in her. Unconsciously, her lips parted, molding to his and moving in perfect sync, mirroring his fervor.

Adam had kissed her a few times before–brief, calculated displays during public appearances, at galas, and award shows, all part of their act as a happy couple. But this? This was entirely different. In the privacy of a closed room, with no audience and no pretense, the intimacy between them was raw and unrestrained. It was wild, irrational, and completely against the terms of their contract, but in that heated moment, neither of them cared.

Claire’s hands clutched Adam’s shirt, pulling him closer as if longing to feel every inch of him. Adam released her hand, his own trailing along her curves before gripping her hips and effortlessly lifting her off the ground. Instinctively, Claire wrapped her legs around his waist, the thigh–high slit of her expensive designer red gown making it easy. Her recently freed hand slid up to his nape, her fingers tangling in his hair as she surrendered to the intoxicating passion.

Adam’s tongue slipped into her mouth, entangling with hers in a seductive dance of dominance and submission. Claire was so lost in the heat of the moment, her mind overwhelmed by the electrifying sensations, that she didn’t realize Adam had carried her to the bedroom. Only when he gently laid her on his bed did reality begin to pierce through her haze of desire, and she suddenly understood what he wanted.

Adam pulled away, and Claire shivered under the intensity of the raw desire and lust blazing in his eyes. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, a clear sign of his losing battle against self–control. In one swift motion, he shrugged off his tuxedo jacket, letting it fall carelessly to the floor. Without bothering to unbutton his shirt, he gripped it and yanked it off, the buttons scattering as he removed it with lightning speed.

Hovering over her, Adam caught the flicker of uncertainty in Claire’s eyes.

“Adam…” she whispered, her voice shaky, her gaze filled with conflict. “That’s… not in our contract.”

“Fuck the contract,” he growled, lowering his lips to her jaw. His tongue trailed along her skin, leaving a burning path of sensation that made her panties damp with need. Claire’s breath hitched, her body betraying her as an aching desire consumed her. She felt so breathless, so desperate, she thought she might combust if he didn’t touch her soon.

Adam abruptly stopped, lifting his head just enough to meet her gaze. His blue eyes bore into hers, his voice husky as he asked, “Do you want this?”

The idea was both thrilling and terrifying. Their contract had a strict no–sex clause, and their marriage was a façade, set to end in

be with her husband. Claire had saved herself for her wedding, holding onto that hope despite the disappointments life had thrown her way. But Daniel had shattered her heart and betrayed her trust–he wasn’t worthy of her and

to the superstar Adam Whitmore, her

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fitting. It was risky, but

now,” he said, his eyes scanning

Claire responded quickly,

in to kiss her lips. “You just gave me my life back. If you had refused, I don’t know what I

do,”

deep laugh vibrating through his

menace. Without a moment’s hesitation, he grabbed the deep neckline of her expensive gown and, with

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shock. “That dress was worth a fortune, Adam!

of them if you want, baby,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire, as his eyes drank in her exposed body and lingered on her round, full breasts. “Fuck, baby

gaze, and before she could process what was happening, he lowered his head

tangling in his hair and pulling him closer,

Adam growled against her skin, his voice rough with need. “Scream my name.” Without hesitation, he grabbed the thin

room.