Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Chapter 270 No-sex Clause

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Claire gasped at the intensity of his kit, the way his lips claimed hers with imdeniable 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 romb, 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 syne, 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?"

Claire bit her lip, taking a moment to process the whirlwind of emotions swirling in her mind. Sex with Adam Whitmore? 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 a year. But still, they were married and Adam was her husband. And wasn't this what she'd always dreamed of?

She had always imagined her first time would 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 she wasn't going to wait any longer.

The idea of giving her virtue to the superstar Adam Whitmore, her all-time crush and the man who was, at 1/2

Chapter 220 Nikes Clause

* Pearls

least on paper, her husband, felt both thrilling and strangely fitting. It was risky, but it felt safe in its own way. It was a fair deal. Yes, it was!

Adam's voice cut through her thoughts, his tone turning indifferent as he moved away slightly. "If you want. I can stop right now," he said, his eyes scanning her face for an answer. He saw the hesitation lingering there and braced himself for rejection. She was clearly wrestling with her doubts.

"No! Please, don't stop," Claire responded quickly, snapping back to reality.

"Hell, baby!" Adam exhaled sharply, a smile spreading across his face as he leaned in to kiss her lips. "You just gave me my life back. If you had refused, I don't know what I would've done."

"Then I should've said no just to see what you'd do," Claire teased, her lips curving into a small, playful smile.

Adam chuckled, his deep laugh vibrating through his chest.

"Doll face, you're going to see the consequences of teasing me," he warned, his voice laced with sweet menace. Without a moment's hesitation, he grabbed the deep neckline of her expensive gown and, with one swift motion, tore it apart, leaving her bare before his hungry gaze.

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