Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127

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The shrill ring of my phone sliced through the haze of sleep. My eyes snapped open to find Cupid already awake, fully dressed in dark pant trousers and a fitted black shirt, holding my phone out to me.

The caller ID flashed Eshan, my brother, and panic slammed into my chest. I bolted upright, clutching the sheet to my naked body.

Morning light poured through the massive windows. On the chair lay an outfit he’d clearly picked for me. Tight jeans, a soft tank top, a fur–lined coat, and sturdy boots. My heart stuttered.

The phone kept ringing. I swiped to answer on the last possible second.

“Snow, where the hell are you?” Eshan’s voice was sharp. “You’re supposed to be interrogating the suspect today. You’re late.”

“I… I know. I overslept. I’m leaving now.”

Silence stretched on the line.

“You didn’t text Dad last night. He was pissed. He went on a business trip last night. You will explain yourself to him when he returns. Dove covered for you, said you passed out the second you got home, but we both know that’s bullshit.”

I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood.

“I was exhausted. I’m sorry.”

“Come fast. Your boss is going to skin you alive.”

The call ended. I sat frozen, phone still pressed to my ear, staring at Cupid. He’d heard everything. Every lie.

He didn’t say a word at first. Just crossed the room to his desk, picked up his own phone, typed something, then looked back at

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“Breakfast?” he asked calmly.

“No. I’m late.” My voice cracked. “Why didn’t you wake me? You know I have work.”

“You barely slept,” he said simply, like that explained everything.

“And whose fault is that?” I whispered.

Silence. Then he was in front of me in two strides, plucking the phone from my limp fingers and leaning in until his mouth hovered an inch from mine. He smelled so fresh. My thighs clenched involuntarily.

He kissed me slow, deep, claiming. I let him for a few breathless seconds before pulling back.

“Cupid, I have to go.”

“You’re already late,” he murmured against my lips, one big hand sliding to my waist, thumb brushing bare skin where the sheet had slipped. “A few more minutes won’t change anything.”

“No…” I started, but my body betrayed me. My palm was already sliding down his chest, over his abs, cupping the thick, hard bulge

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straining against his jeans. He smirked, eyes darkening.

I gave in.

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dragged him down onto the bed with me, kissing him hungrily as my fingers yanked his shirt over his head. I fumbled with his belt, shoved his jeans down just enough to free his cock. Heavy, hot, already leaking at the tip. He pushed me flat on my back, hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, and drove into me with one smooth, brutal thrust.

gasped, back bowing off the mattress as he stretched me wide, filling me so completely my vision blurred.

‘Fuck, you’re huge,” I moaned, nails raking down his back.

“Take every inch,” he growled, pulling back and slamming in again, deeper, harder. “That’s it. Open that pretty pussy for me.”

I nodded frantically, legs spreading wider.

“Again.”

He gave it to me again and again, pounding so hard the headboard slammed against the wall. I bit his shoulder to muffle my screams, tasting salt and skin as he fucked me like he wanted to brand himself inside me forever.

My phone started ringing again. I ignored it. Nothing mattered except the way he was ruining me, splitting me open, making me his all over again. I came with a choked cry, clenching around him, and he followed seconds later, hips stuttering, cock pulsing as he pumped me full of hot cum, marking me from the inside.

Exhaustion pulls at me and I fall back on the bed. He lies beside me immediately, gathering me into his arms, cupping my cheek.

We stare at one another fulfilled, warm, happy. He kisses me gently, his lips soft and searching… then suddenly he goes still. I feel the stiffness in him, the quiet debate flickering behind his eyes. And then he says it, quietly, more like a statement carved from his own truth.

“When Marlik is back home and this case is over, Snow… I want us to be official.”

My heart drops to the deepest part of my soul. Goosebumps surge across my entire body, from places I didn’t know could feel. I swear I completely zone out. I stare at him without seeing, waiting for more but nothing comes. I’m stunned. Awe–struck. Frozen.

“W…what did you just… just say?” I stutter. He looks at me again, ready to repeat himself, but I scramble away from him, fingers in my hair, swallowing so hard it hurts.

“I… I will get ready for work,” I whisper.

I get up, attempting to run, but his fingers circle my wrist and with one effortless pull, he drags me back onto the bed, right on top of him. I stay there shaking, begging inside, praying this isn’t a dream I’m about to wake from.

“Cupid…”

“Telling lies about spending the night with your friend while you’re with me isn’t how I want our relationship to be,” he says, and bile rises in my throat. “I want to introduce you to my family. The Godlikes and my rogue family. I don’t know what your frost family is like or how your biological family is, but I want to meet them as your man. I want to assure your brothers I can take care of you and make you happy. I’ll tell your two dads you’re safe with me. We can wait for any wedding ceremony until you’re officially single, until you are really divorced. How about that?”

I didn’t realize tears were already burning behind my eyes until they fall, hot and sharp down my hands. I blink, struggling to think, but nothing comes.

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“I was raped… by nine men, Cupid,” I whisper, and he only pulls me closer, even more tenderly. “The story is everywhere. t. I am a divorcee. Cupid, don’t… don’t give me the hope of a candle if you won’t light it.”

He knows exactly what I mean.

He always knows.

That’s something I love too much about him. He understands me without needing a thousand explanations.

To my trembling warning, instead of pulling back… Cupid leans in and kisses me. Truly kisses me.

“You are so precious to me.” He murmured and I shakes my head, scared and wishing to get things right before hope rebuilt itself.

“People will mock you,” I whisper back, voice breaking, “for showing up in public with a rape victim. Someone nine men have ridden and drilled. A divorcee. Even as a rogue it’s shameful, and as a Godlike, it’s even more disgraceful.”

I wait, desperate, for his response.

It comes at last, steady and sure.

“I will cherish you, Snow. So much that no one will laugh. They will envy.”

And my tears fall again as my confession slips out with equal force.

“I love you so much, Cupid.”