Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 122

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The elevator doors glide open at last, revealing the quiet hallway that leads to one single door at the end. My throat tightens as I step out. Security guards line the corridor, bowing as we pass.

They bow for Cupid, not for me. He doesn’t acknowledge any of them. He just walks beside me, calm and unreadable.

He opens the door to his bedroom, and I pause the moment I step inside, the color draining from my face.

There’s a desk beside the massive glass wall that opens to the balcony, and beyond that, the noisy city glowing under the night sky.

But it’s the desk that freezes my breath.

Stacks of cash. Wads of new notes neatly piled, intimidating in their amount. My eyes remain on them for a heartbeat before shifting to the man waiting beside the desk.

Desmond.

Our eyes collide. Empty, sharp, disapproving. I’ve met him once at F.A.A.R, back when Ares forced me into that meeting, and we’ve spoken a few times over the phone. The last time, he hung up on me mid–sentence.

Now he stands here, staring like I’m a stain on the floor. His message is loud. He doesn’t want me here.

“You didn’t tell me the stash was coming tonight Cupid murmurs, gently slipping his hand from mine as he approaches the piles of money. He picks up one note, studying it. “You made the calculation?”

Desmond doesn’t answer immediately. His attention is still glued to me, judgment burning in his eyes. Only after a tense moment does he finally turn to Cupid.

“I was waiting for you.”

Cupid doesn’t respond to his tone. He simply nods, then walks back to me, his palm sliding around my waist.

“You should take a bath first. What do you want for dinner? I’ll have the maid prepare it.”

His voice is soft, warm. He pampers me, and I realized he never once hide what we’re doing.

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“I’m fine,” I whisper. “I ate at H.O.W.L

He cups my check, his lips brushing mine, tender and intoxicating

“Take your bath, then.”

He deepens the kiss, his hand pressing possessively over my buttocks. We’re close to loving ourselves, but Desmond clears his throat loudly, stomping toward the desk like he needs to remind Cupid he exists.

I gently pull away and head toward the bathroom from last time. Dropping my bag on the couch, I slip into the dim hallway. As I headed to the bathroom door, I hear Desmond’s voice sharp, furious.

“One time is enough, Boss. Bringing her here, to your stripper’s club is insane.”

Silence crashes into the room. I hate eavesdropping, but I freeze, listening,

I crack the door open a little. Cupid is clenching his jaw as he grabs a book and

pen.

“How much is the overall cash?” he asks flatly.

Desmond’s anger spikes.

“Boss…”

“The overall cash,” Cupid grits out. “How much is it?”

Desmond swallows hard. He hates being ignored but has no choice. He gives in.

Quietly, I close the door and exhale shakily.

It’s obvious Desmond doesn’t want me here at all.

After my bath, I step into the bedroom wearing only a towel, praying only Cupid is present. I’d rather die than face Desmond like this.

The room is empty. The money is gone. Relief loosens my chest.

On the couch is a nightgown and lacy panties waiting for me. I smile. I should’ve brought clothes, but Cupid always thinks ahead.

I let the towel fall, my naked body exposed in the warm light. My breasts soft and full, my freshly shaved pussy smooth, it makes me wonder how Cupid will react when he sees it.

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I slip into the nightgown, thin, and transparent and return the towel to the bathroom. I sit on the couch beside the bed just as the door opens,

Cupid steps inside silently, shutting the door. He stops when he sees me.

A cigarette rests between his fingers. His gaze drags over me slowly, deliberately as if I’m a meal he’s starving for.

“You look lovely,” he murmurs.

He drops the cigarette in the ashtray and comes over, settling beside me. His eyes lock with mine, then lower to my breasts, lingering. Heat pulses between my thighs as his gaze travels down my legs. The gown hides nothing.

When his eyes meet mine again, he leans in and kisses me. The faint taste of smoke on his tongue only makes him feel more dangerous. More addictive.

I pull back a little, bile rising. I shouldn’t ask, but I need to.

“Your assistant… he doesn’t like me, does he?”

Cupid pauses.

“Desmond?” he asks. I nod, shifting slightly away to frustrate him.

“He doesn’t approve of what’s going on between us, does he?”

Cupid watches me for a long moment, then shrugs. He reaches for my leg, lifting it onto his lap; his warm hand caressing my skin.

Then he takes my toes into his mouth.

A soft gasp escapes me, tingles shooting up my veins. I watch him stare up at me.

“Desmond’s just looking out for me,” he says. “Cousin’s instinct.”

I blink.

“What? Cousin?”

He nods, surprised I didn’t know.

“You don’t know Desmond is my cousin?”

“I… I didn’t. I thought he was just your assistant.

“That too. His mother is my dad’s younger sister Aunt Bloom left him in Godlike Pack

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because he liked me.”

“Oh… liked?”

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“Yeah. Out of everyone, he was one of the few who welcomed a rogue orphan like me. He’s annoyingly protective, but he means well. He knows you matter to me. He won’t harm you. He’s just worried this thing between us will cause conflict.”

Conflict.

The word hits hard.

I swallow, pulling my leg back.

I’d forgotten that possibility.

“He… he knows we’re…” I try to say.

“Making love?” Cupid finishes. “Yeah. He knows we’re having sex. Fucking. And he knows I enjoy every second of it. That’s what bothers him. I don’t usually get attached, but I’m addicted to your body. He doesn’t like it.”

“But… why?”

Cupid studies me for a long time, debating something.

“Because I am bound to fall in love,” He finally says quietly. “and that love may become either our greatest strength or my deepest weakness.”