Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband by Paga Slayer

Chapter 283 Make Out

"What do you think?" Claire asked, nervously biting her lip as Adam continued to stare at her.

"I shouldn't have fucking asked you to wear this," Adam muttered, his face darkening. Claire's eyes widened with fear and awkwardness.

Was she looking that strange that Adam regretted his decision? Before she could respond or react, he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the fitting room.

Adam dragged her into the small fitting room and closed the door behind them. Before Claire could process what was happening, he spun her around and pinned her to the door, holding her hands above her head. His bulky physique seemed to take up the entire space, his large frame filling the tiny trial room, making it feel even smaller.

Claire couldn't find any space to move as Adam pressed his body against hers. His breath was hot and heavy, brushing against her skin, sending shivers and goosebumps across her body. His eyes were dark with a mix of intimidation and lust, and she couldn't tell which emotion was more dominant.

"I shouldn't have told you to wear that, because now I can't wait to have you in it," he growled, making Claire's breath hitch. Her heart raced-was he really serious?

Adam nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply, as if savoring her scent. His warm lips grazed her skin, nibbling and sucking gently, as though he couldn't get enough of her, as if she were his favorite drink. Claire bit her lip hard, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape her mouth.

She felt the tip of his tongue trail up the length of her neck, licking a slow path upward, making her shudder. His lips nipped at her jawline, then sucked at her cheek, planting an open-mouthed kiss there. His hands moved up over her thigh, nearing the waistband of her panties. He growled softly, his eyes locking with hers, filled with raw anger.

you here and let everyone hear

a mistake. "Don't ever pull that stunt in public again, or I'll have to kill every fucking man who dares look in your direction," he muttered, his voice rough with desire. With a brutal motion, he yanked the strap of her tiny top off her shoulder, tearing the fabric

her breasts. Claire couldn't hold back the

free hand gripped his wife's nape, tilting her face toward his. He pressed his lips to hers, and immediately, she was lost in the intoxicating heat of his kiss. His lips coaxed hers open, and without hesitation, she gave him access. His tongue

her lips as he sucked on her tongue. Finally, his teeth scraped her lips, tugging at them before

tangled in his thick, short hair, pulling him closer as she sought relief. But Adam didn't relent. He continued to devour her lips, while his thick thumb grazed over her nipple

weakened, buckling enough to threaten

grateful Adam held her firmly, ensuring she stayed on her feet. His lips left hers, trailing down the length

teeth along the

with a deep, desperate need, her mind screaming for Adam to claim her then

baby. You're

finger inside her throbbing center, and she couldn't help but writhe, moaning loudly, not caring that someone might hear them outside the shop. Her

in her.

us. I love hearing you scream my name, but we need to be quiet this time, okay?" His gaze locked with hers, a smoldering intensity in his eyes. She nodded slightly,