Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 157

Chapter 157

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I still remember that word she whispered. More like a sultry suggestion than a command, but it had taken complete control of me.

She knew exactly how to twist my mind, how to make me bend to her will without resistance.

I pulled off my shirt, the weight of all the sacrifices I had made for her flashing through my mind. The lies, the marriage, the crimes buried deep.

I sank onto the bed with her, pressing her down beneath my weight, claiming her body as I sought her lips for a deep, devouring kiss.

My fingers wrapped firmly around her slender neck, possessive and controlling, as my tongue licked hungrily down her throat, trailing wet paths until I cupped her soft breasts in both palms.

Her breasts were soft and perfect, smaller and firmer than Snow’s fuller ones, the pink nipples hardening under my touch.

I covered my mouth over one pink crown, sucking hard, biting gently, squeezing the flesh until deep, needy moans spilled from her lips.

Gently but urgently, I positioned myself between her spread legs, pressing my rock–hard cock directly against her slick heat, feeling the scorching warmth of her hot, dripping cunt through the thin barrier of air.

I sucked harder on her nipple, reveling in her moans and the way she writhed beneath me, her body arching into my touch.

Then I slid lower, settling my mouth on her pussy. I paused for a heart–stopping second to stare at her swollen clitoris. It was deep red, engorged and irritated, as though someone had been sucking and fucking her roughly not long ago.

The sight twisted something jealous and dark inside me, but I lowered my tongue anyway, latching onto her clit with fierce suction, dragging my tongue along her soaked entrance, tasting her arousal as I sucked and licked relentlessly.

Her moans filled the room, raw and unrestrained, as she dug her fingers into my hair, pulling me closer. I loved having her under my control like this, her body trembling at my mercy, until suddenly she yanked me up by the hair, crushing her lips to mine in a fierce kiss before flipping me over with surprising strength so she could straddle me.

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She looked down at me freely, a wicked smirk curling at the corner of her full lips, before she twisted her waist expertly, brushing her dripping pussy lips up and down the length of my throbbing cock.

Her movements were professional, deliberate, intoxicating. I watched, mesmerized, as she squeezed her own nipples, pinching and rolling them while grinding against me.

Then she slid down my body, her movements seductive and filthy, like the most perfect whore imaginable.

She took my cock into her mouth in one smooth motion, gulping it deep until the head hit the back of her throat, her lips stretched wide around my thickness.

My head fell back against the pillow as waves of intense pleasure tingled through me, swallowing me whole.

She was an incredible cocksucker, skilled, eager, shameless. I thrust deeper into her mouth, fucking her throat, and she allowed it, gagging wetly after a while before pulling off to spit messily onto my shaft, her hand stroking the slick length with firm, twisting strokes.

Her movements were flawless, practiced perfection. Then she rose up and positioned herself over me, sinking down onto my cock in one fluid drop.

It slid in immediately, her pussy shockingly wide and drenched, enveloping me in tight, velvety heat.

As she began to ride me, I fell back completely, my eyelids fluttering at the overwhelming sensation. She bounced on me without needing any guidance, like a seasoned slut who knew exactly what she was doing, and fuck, she did.

She bounced back and forth, grinding her clit against me, her walls clenching rhythmically until I went rigid in climax, my cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum spilled deep inside her, filling her pussy to overflowing.

She shuddered in satisfaction, still twisting and whistling her hips to milk every last drop from me, greedy for it all.

Only then did she slow down, lifting off my spent cock with a wet sound, cum already leaking from her stretched hole.

She turned slowly toward the bathroom, glancing back at me as though silently asking if it was really the one we used, and I nodded, still stunned at how incredibly skillful she was in bed, how she owned every second of it.

She swayed her hips provocatively and disappeared from my sight, my eyes locked on the

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It hadn’t been there before she traveled four years ago, but it was there now, a permanent mark from someone else’s touch.

I looked away and swallowed hard, the jealousy burning. After catching my breath, I walked to the closet and pulled out fresh briefs and trousers.

I grabbed tissues to wipe the mix of her juices and my cum from my softening cock, then dropped the soiled tissue into the wastebasket and zipped up my trousers.

The sound of running water now echoed from the bathroom, and I sighed, my shoulders tensing as reality settled in. I knew I had to confront it eventually.

She wasn’t a virgin, not even close, and she was far more experienced than any casual one- time girl.

Other men had been inside her, drilling her deep, stretching her, teaching her every filthy trick. She was addicted to cock; it showed in every expert movement, in how effortlessly she took control, in the way she rode me like she was born for it.

I was a man who had been obsessed with whores since my divorce, chasing that raw, uninhibited pleasure, and I could recognize a woman who fucked like one when I saw and felt

her.

Swallowing hard, my gaze drifted to her handbag resting on the table beside her discarded clothes.

Slowly, I moved toward it, my heart heavy with thoughts. I had staked too much, ruined too many people, crossed too many lines, to have Viviana all to myself. I had done dark things, made unforgivable decisions for her. I wouldn’t let all of that go to waste.

I unzipped her bag.

What I saw made my heart drop straight to the pit of my stomach.

A man’s wristwatch.

I pulled it out and froze, swallowing hard. I had seen gold. Owned too much wealth. Lived surrounded by luxury. But never, not once, had I held something this small that radiated this much value.

Whoever owned this watch was terrifyingly wealthy.

Who was he?

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And why was his watch in Viviana’s bag?

“I bumped into a man at the airport.”

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Her voice came from behind me, snapping me back to reality. I turned.

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She stood beside the bed, completely naked, skin flushed and glistening. Angelic. Lethal.

“His watch fell,” she continued calmly. “Before I could call him back, he walked off without even looking.”

She smiled softly.

Then the smile vanished.

She moved past me and began to dress. When she slipped on her heels and straightened, she took the watch from my hand and placed it back into her bag without another glance.

“You ordered Snow to be abducted?” I asked quietly.

She froze.

Her shoulders tensed, and that alone was an answer.

“You should’ve told me before giving the order,” I added. “The men did a sloppy job. If the frosts try to get into the root, they might find you as the culprit.”

She turned then, gave me a single, unreadable smile, and headed for the door, as though she knows what to do to cover her crimes.

I caught her wrist.

The words left me before I could stop them, heavy, lodged in

my

chest.

“You were cheating on me.”

It sounded less like an accusation and more like a question.

She stared at me for a long, breathless second before speaking.

“I watched your divorce trial,” she said coolly. “A woman named Lencia testified. She said she was your mistress.”

My heart sank.

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“Did you cheat too?” she asked.

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I swallowed hard. Of course she knew. How had it never crossed my mind that she’d be watching everything?

And to start explaining I only have Lencia as my mistress was because they lookalike will sound crazy.

“Viviana…” I began.

She pulled free from my grip and walked out.

I grabbed the new car keys and followed her, catching up just at the top of the stairs. I searched her face, then placed the keys into her palm.

“New model,” I said softly. “It’s parked downstairs. Yours.”

She hesitated.

Just for a moment.

Then she accepted the keys, turned away, and walked off graceful, elegant, untouchable as

ever.