Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Chapter 281 It Isn’t Love

The warmth of the water cascaded over them, but the heat between them was even more consuming. Adam swiftly removed her clothes, his movements urgent with longing. Before Claire could process what was happening, his hands and mouth were on her, exploring every inch of her trembling body, igniting her senses. His lips trailed over her soft, pale skin, leaving a trail of red and purplish marks–a testament to his passion.

Claire quickly realized that wearing revealing dresses would be out of the question for days. Adam’s intensity was unmatched, his desire palpable. Unable to hold back any longer, he turned her toward the shower, guiding her to bend forward and place her hands on the wall. With an unrelenting fervor, he thrust into her from behind, the steamy water amplifying the heat of their passion.

They made love in the shower, the intensity of their passionate sex leaving Claire breathless and exhausted. She was so tired, she could barely keep her footing. When they were finally done, Adam gently wrapped her in a soft, white robe, then carefully helped her into bed, making sure she was comfortable before he went to get ready for his shoot.

Even on set, Adam couldn’t focus. His thoughts were consumed by his wife–her smile, her warmth, the way she made him feel like the luckiest man alive. The shoot felt like it was dragging on forever, and all he could think about was getting back to her. He couldn’t wait for the moment when he could see his adorable, stunning wife again.

wondering what she could be so busy with that she barely had time to answer.

had to make a public appearance with Claire. The plan was to go to a mall and shop together, projecting the image of a family–oriented and trustworthy man. It was a critical move for his career–his fans needed to see him as someone who valued family and responsibility. After years of being single and uncommitted, coupled with the recent engagement scandal with Mia, his producers

was filled with anticipation and excitement. Adam felt like a little boy eagerly waiting to unwrap a Christmas gift. It hadn’t even been that long since he last saw her, yet the thought of seeing his wife again had him grinning like

waiting discreetly at the mall, wearing a scarf and sunglasses to hide her identity. She stood in the crowd, watching as Adam arrived. Almost instantly, fans and media swarmed around him, cameras flashing and voices calling out his name. But Adam wasn’t interested in any of them–his eyes. scanned the crowd, searching

heart. swelled. His lips curved into a

with wild fervor. Some were snapping selfies, others thrusting items toward him for autographs, but Adam barely noticed any of it. His sole desire was

eyes met hers, Claire felt her cheeks flush under the intensity of his gaze. The longing in his eyes was unmistakable, and it made her heart flutter with excitement. She tried to move toward him,

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for the superstar. The desperation in their eyes, each girl hoping for even a fleeting moment of his attention, was a stark reminder of who Adam