Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 244

Chapter 244

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I swipe to disconnect, a small frown creasing my brow. Then the phone lights up again almost immediately.

Ares is calling, again this late at night. My pulse kicks harder. What could he possibly want at this hour?

The question still hangs in my mind when the bedroom door opens quietly. Cupid steps inside.

In one swift motion I yank the phone away from sight and end the call, but it’s too late.

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Cupid has already seen the screen glowing with Ares’s name. He has already heard the insistent rings slicing through the dark.

He pauses in the doorway, silhouette framed by the faint hallway light, studying me for several long heartbeats before he gently closes the door behind him. The soft click feels final.

Without a word he crosses to the bed. The mattress dips under his weight as he slides in beside me.

His body heat immediately presses against my side, warm and solid. He leans down and captures my lips in a slow, possessive kiss. Deep, deliberate, claiming.

His tongue slides against mine with lazy confidence while his large hand begins its familiar exploration, drifting over the curve of my waist, cupping the underside of my breast, thumb brushing my already–pebbled nipple until I arch involuntarily into his touch.

Then those same fingers trail lower, seeking, until they close around the phone still clutched in my hand.

He breaks the kiss just long enough to glance at the screen. The missed calls from Ares glare back at him. As if summoned by the sight, the phone vibrates again. Ares calling once more.

Cupid’s jaw tightens, a muscle ticking beneath the skin. He doesn’t speak. He simply looks up at me, dark eyes unreadable. I drop my gaze, cheeks burning, and reach to silence the call with trembling fingers.

“I… I should take a shower,” I mumble, slipping out of bed so quickly I nearly stumble.

I close the bathroom door behind me and lean against it, exhaling a shaky breath. The air feels too thin.

How terrifying it is to stand between two men. One calling from miles away, the other waiting in the next room with that quiet, dangerous stillness.

I shake off the dread, turn on the water, and let the heat sluice over my skin until my thoughts blur.

When I finally step out, towel wrapped loosely around me, the bedroom is empty. Cupid is gone. So is my phone.

A small frown pulls at my lips. Where did he…

The door opens again.

He pauses when he sees me standing there, damp hair clinging to my shoulders, skin still flushed from the steam.

His gaze rakes over me slowly, deliberately, before he closes the door with the same careful quiet. Then he tosses my phone anto

the foot of the bed. It lands with a soft thud.

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I stare at it, pulse thudding in my throat, wondering what he’s done, whether he answered, whether he said something, whether he simply turned it off forever.

He answers the question without words.

Cupid closes the distance in three measured strides. One hand cups my cheek, thumb stroking the damp skin beneath my eye, while the other slides to the nape of my neck.

He kisses me. Slow at first, almost gentle, then deeper, hungrier, until my knees threaten to give. I melt against him, palms flattening on the hard planes of his chest, still dizzy from the way he fucked me earlier, still tender between my thighs, still marked by his teeth and fingers.

His mouth devours mine as his hands find the knot of my towel. One tug and the fabric pools at my feet, leaving me bare and shivering in the cool air.

He edges me backward until the backs of my knees hit the mattress. I sink down willingly. He follows, covering my body with his larger frame, lips never leaving mine.

His palm slides up the back of my thigh, lifting it high around his hip so he can settle deeper between my legs.

He pulls away from the kiss with a wet, obscene sound, only to drag his open mouth along my jaw, down the column of my throat, across my collarbone.

When he reaches my breast he circles the areola with the flat of his tongue before closing his lips around the stiff peak and sucking hard, rhythmic, greedy.

I gasp, back bowing off the bed. He releases it with a soft, wet pop, then moves to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same slow, torturous attention while his fingers roll and pinch the one he just abandoned until both peaks are swollen, glistening, aching.

He kisses a burning trail down my stomach, tongue dipping into my navel, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just above my mound.

When he reaches my core he spreads my thighs wider with firm hands, exposing me completely.

His thumb brushes my clit once, twice. So light, maddening circles that make my hips jerk. Then he lowers his head and drags the very tip of his tongue over the swollen bud in a slow, deliberate flick.

I whimper.

He groans against me in answer, the vibration shooting straight through my spine.

Then he covers me with his mouth entirely. Hot, wet suction enveloping my clit while his tongue lashes in tight, relentless circles.

He sucks harder, flicking faster, until my thighs tremble violently around his head and my fingers twist in the sheets. Weak, broken moans spill from my lips as pleasure coils tighter and tighter in my belly.

He doesn’t stop until I’m shaking, dripping, pleading with wordless little cries. Only then does he rise up my body again.

I reach for him desperately, dragging him up so I can kiss him, tasting myself on his tongue His cock is brutally hard, thick and throbbing against my stomach.

I fumble with his shorts, shoving them down along with his briefs, then yank his t–shirt over his head in one impatient motion

I wrap my fingers around his length, stroking once, twice, feeling him pulse in my grip before guiding him to my entrance.

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