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Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 87|Break The Rules
~Rylee~Warm water pelted my skin. I sighed, pressing my palms against the wall as I closed my eyes.A mother who didn’t want me and willingly handed me to a stranger the moment I was born, a self-centered sister, and a drug lord for a father… I huffed, shaking my head. The irony of my life. We truly cannot choose which family we are born to.Lucky for me, that stranger treated me like his own blood, cared for me like I was his own daughter. I met people who loved me like a family and now I have a husband who gave light to my entire world.I took in a sharp breath, reached for the soap, and lathered my body. Negative thinking will do me no good. The need to be on Klaus’ side compelled me to finish my shower and head back to his room. I want to be there when he wakes up.Every second that passes by, this hollow in my chest grows exponentially. He’s within my reach, yet I’m missing him so much. His touch, his smile, his sexy smirk.An army of goosebumps rose on the back of my neck. I di
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 88|For Rylee
~Klaus~“Are you out of your mind?” Claudia fired as soon as Rylee parked the bike in the mansion’s roundabout.Claudia and I have known each other for ten years. She was still studying when she stumbled into our business, which made me wonder why me sneaking out of the infirmary still came as a surprise for her. She knew I hated being confined in that disinfectant-scented room, where everything was white and bright all the time.Much like Cali, I hate hospitals or any room that resembled and smelled like one. It makes me think of death, of how close I was to take my last breath.Hopping off Harley, I removed my helmet, and I lifted Rylee by the waist.‘God, I missed holding her.’Rylee squealed, surprised. She removed her helmet and smiled at me.‘Fuck. I want to make love to her… now.’ But I have to deal with Claudia and Dad first.“I’m out of danger,” I said, throwing an arm over Rylee’s shoulder.Claudia replied with a groan. The grim look on her face says she wasn’t happy with my
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 89|Reasons
~Klaus~I moved to the coffee table and cupped her face, giving her no other option but to give me her full attention. “Rylee,” I murmured, using her name so she knew how serious I am about what I am about to say. “The result said slim, not zero, there’s still a possibility.”Claudia and whoever specialist she trusted to look into Rylee’s medical history, I’m sure they are the best at what they do. And if the result says there’s a slim chance, I will hold into that hope.“Klaus…” Rylee stared at me, her melted hazel hues misting. “And apart from my training at Black Hand, there was a point where I was caught by the Triad spying on them. They tortured me and injected me with a lot of drugs, which affected my body in irreversible ways. It’s hard to accept the truth, but somehow, a part of me kind of expected something like this.”I shook my head. This cannot be it. I don’t believe that her dream of having a child will end like this. I won’t allow it.“What about the turkey baster? And a
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 90|Don’t Give Up
~Rylee~The golden sliver of light passes through the gaps of the curtains. My eyes squinted. I curled into a ball, instantly realizing that I was alone in bed. An army of goosebumps rose from my arms to my legs. I pulled the covers closer to my body, smiling at feeling eyes watching me in the distance. Even without peeling my eyes open, I knew it was Klaus.“Perving?” I murmured, voice raspy with sleep.“You like me perving,” Klaus said. I could hear the smile in his voice.I opened my eyes. He was sitting on the edge of the table wedged on the cream-colored wall. His injured leg was hanging from the desk. Klaus looked domesticated dressed in gray sweatpants and a dark blue cashmere sweater. His feet were bare. Add his tousled dark curls and day-old stubble… he looks sexy as hell.Damn. I want him for breakfast.“Breakfast?” he asked, a knowing smirk tugging his lips.He knew what was running into my mind, yet he motioned for the tray of food beside him.I gnawed my lower lip, pullin
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 91|Schemes
~Rylee~His lips hovered over mine, ghosting but never touching. His minty breath laced with the wine we had over lunch sent my stomach twisting in knots. Klaus’ grip on my waist tightened as I tipped my chin up, begging him to kiss me.But he didn’t.He smiled, gliding his fingers down my cheeks to my throat. Lowering his mouth down the columns of my neck, he jabbed out his tongue, licking my pulse, my senses gone haywire.I looped my arms around his neck, pushing my body to his. “Please, Klaus…” I beseeched, turned on beyond belief.It had been so long since he last held me like this. My core muscles clenched at nothing, imploring to be filled by him. I know he wants me. His massive erection pressing on top of my mound as I stood on my tiptoes was my proof, but I also knew Klaus loved to keep me on edge.He pulled away. His eyes were dark emeralds, burning with lust and desire. “But not yet,” he kissed the tip of my nose, letting me go completely.I felt devastatingly cold when he t
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 92|In The Mood
~Rylee~Klaus had to take an important call while we were in the middle of cleaning downstairs. The call took a while. I took it upon myself to ensure all the doors were locked and did a quick sweep of the entire ground floor. I turned the alarm on, leaving no lights open.Under the blanket of darkness, I climbed the stairs, turning the lights off in the hallway as I headed to our bedroom.The door was slightly ajar, dimmed lights from the inside spilling out into the hallway. I pushed the door open, slipping inside, shoulders tensing as soon as I made out Klaus’ silhouette in the dark.He came forward from the corner of the room. The only light inside was the bedside table lamp, casting a reticent warm glow on Klaus’ side profile. He was naked from the waist up; only his dark, rugged jeans remained.“Close the door,” he murmured, his voice deep and gravelly.My breath caught. I could feel his eyes on me. Warmth instantly bloomed in my center. This had been my entire mission all night
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 93|His To Love
~Rylee~His finger went in and out of me with such urgency determined to break me in half right off the bat. I was a delirious mess. I could barely catch my breath, gasping in the tsunami of pleasure that surged with every thrust and withdrew of his digit.I bit my lip so hard I could taste blood. It was a struggle not to moan. My fingers balled into a fist, clutching the covers as I pinched my eyes closed. With his free hand, he reached for my wrist, guiding both on my lower back, cuffing them in place.From what I could tell, he was using his middle finger. He added another, filling me, but not quite enough to get me to the threshold of my orgasm. But when his thumb joined his ministration, bestowing heavenly pressure on my clit, I whimpered, my entire body convulsing in euphoria.It was short-lived. Klaus stopped all stimulants. He let my bound wrists go and pulled his fingers from fucking me.I groaned, ready to beg him not to stop.The bed dipped when he sat beside me. I glanced
Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 94|Finally
~Klaus~‘Business as usual,’ it’s how I would describe things at the family business. Both the mafia and The Martinelli Holdings have been wiped clean of moles or potential threats that rooted from Kino and Dominguez’s schemes of taking us down.It had been a brutal battle. We had to lock away a few people who we thought we could trust, interrogate them and make them choose whether to side with us or die. Like I said before, cleansing is harder than creating, but we cannot let decades of our family’s legacy go to waste just because of Kino, Zio Davide, and Dominguez’s plots.“Is Rylee still in the mood?” Ghost asked, sliding out of the truck. We just came back from town after picking up the hays bales we needed for the stables. Rylee and I have taken residence here at Huntersville after the new year. Although it’s wintertime, there’s still a lot of work to be done.“She’s always in the mood,” I groaned, following Ghost out of the truck. We each pulled a hay bale from the back of the t
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