Let Me Go, My Mafia Husband

Chapter 277 A Morning Like This hunger that left her dizzy.

Adam's lips were gentle yet desperate as they moved slowly against Claire's, coaxing an involuntary moan from her. The sound seemed to ignite something deeper in him, and when she parted her lips to catch her breath, his tongue slid inside, claiming her mouth with a His hands moved to her thigh, gripping it firmly as he pulled it over his hips, settling himself between her legs. Her breath hitched when she felt his hard and huge-sized morning wood pressing against her stomach.

Claire's head spun and her senses were overwhelmed by the intoxicating sensations her husband was igniting in her.

In one swift movement, Adam rolled Claire onto her back, his fingers lacing with hers as he pinned her hands above her head. His movements were deliberate, his body pressing against hers as his hips rocked, the friction between them sending heat coursing through her. Claire's eyes widened in realization, a mix of shock and confusion flickering across her face.

She tried to pull away, breaking their heated kiss, but Adam wouldn't let her go so easily. When she struggled more insistently, he frowned and reluctantly pulled back, though he still hovered over her, his breath mingling with hers.

"What's wrong, wifey?" he husked, his deep voice thick with confusion. His eyes roamed over her face very tenderly.

Claire's chest rose and fell as she still tried to catch her breath. "We... we can't do this, Adam," she finally managed, her voice trembling.

"But why?" he asked, his brow furrowing in frustration.

"The contract," Claire admitted hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. "We can't do this. It breaches the rules." She bit her lower lip, her gaze darting away as shame and uncertainty swirled in her eyes.

Adam released one of her hands, freeing his own, and gently reached for her chin, tilting her face up so she had no choice but to meet his intense gaze. His fingers were warm against her skin, his touch soft yet commanding.

"Fuck the contract," Adam whispered, his tone firm, his eyes locked on hers with unyielding determination. "If you're worried about the penalties, I'll bear them. Every single clause. So don't worry, wife."

Claire's eyes widened in disbelief, and she gasped. "That's insane, Adam. Do you even remember what the penalty is? Two... million. For... each breach," she mumbled, swallowing hard.

The terms had already been

breached, and though she was still worried about the consequences, Adam seemed ready to make even more. She knew him well-Adame Whitmore was arrogant, an asshole who always bent situations to his will But this wasn't just a matter of personal power-it was a tegal contract, an agreement they were talking about, and if he had forgotten, Claire was more than

prepared to remind him.

After all, it was he who insisted on adding those clauses, clauses she agreed to only after they had been negotiated carefully. And now, here he was, disregarding them as if they meant nothing.

"What should I do to prove to you

that I am ready to bear any consequences? Do you want me to sign over my entire fortune in your name, my love?" Adam sighed, his voice low and husky as his lips. grazed hers, teasing her with their closeness. Claire sucked aThis belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

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shuddered breath, intoxicated by her superstar husband's alluring scent. "Because I'd sign anything for you... but..." he murmured, his words trailing off as he nudged her legs apart with his knee, "I want you. Right here! Right now!"

Before she could respond, he captured her lips, sucking gently on her bottom lig before fully claiming her mouth. His kiss was possessive, deep, and unrelenting, as though he were trying to pour all his emotions and desires into the act. His hips jerked forward, grinding against her, the motion drawing a gasp from her as the friction sent a shiver down her spine. The dampness between her thighs betrayed the effect he had on her.

Claire was momentarily stunned by her superstar husband's bold declaration. She wanted to protest, to argue that this was a terrible idea, but the moment Adam began his game of seduction, her willpower wavered. His eyes spoke louder than his words, burning with a How could her poor heart possibly resist? He was like an unstoppable force, an impossibly sexy Greek god, and every move he made pulled her further under his spell. Surrender felt inevitable.

desire that left her breathless, and his actions only made his intentions clearer.