Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 26

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I was supposed to be excited today. Striking a deal with Godlike Legal Empire with a sub worth billions should have had me grinning like a king, but I couldn’t, not with her in my head. Snow.

My wife.

She left the moment she got that message from H.O.W.L, and from the fact she still isn’t home, I know she probably took the damn job.

I stand in my office, staring out at the road, the stream of staff heading home. Women, men, all of them. It’s ridiculous. Ridiculous that Snow of all people is the one making me this unsettled. It’s not her place. Not even close.

She is beneath me. Very far beneath me. I can have any woman I want. It takes nothing to pull them in.

I sigh, walk to my desk, and dial her number.

She picks up after a few rings.

“Ares?” That soft voice… she sounds tired. I’m about to speak when she says to someone, “Make my bath. I’m so tired.”

I grin silently. She’s tired. She’s at home. Good. That’s perfect. Soon she’ll be overwhelmed and drop that job.

“You okay, honey?” I ask.

“I’ll be fine. Are you still at the office?”

“Yes. Just finishing some documents. Should I get you anything?”

A pause.

“No, I’m fine. Thank you.” Then softer, “Should I tell Ana to make you dinner? What will you eat?”

The thrill hits me. Snow like this, calm, obedient, not fighting, I could listen to that all night.

I’m choosing my meal when the door opens and Lencia walks in. The moment she steps in, I already know I won’t be eating at home.

“You shouldn’t worry about dinner, honey,” I say lightly. “Just take your bath. Rest. I’ll be home

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I end the call and put the phone down, turning to Lencia.

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She was absent yesterday, but now she’s here, all dressed up like she’s auditioning to be Viviana’s ghost. She looks so much like her.

She holds a file, but my eyes go straight to the slit in her dress, those long legs, and a slow smile curls inside me. She knows exactly what she’s doing.

“It’s a file, sir,” she says stiffly as she sets the papers down with a pen.

I can’t focus on work. She’s angry. Stubborn chin, avoiding my eyes.

“I should be the one mad, Lencia. You took a leave without informing me.”

“Is that why you didn’t pick my calls all night?” she shoots back.

I pause.

Last night I ignored her calls because Snow pissed me off. I run a hand through my hair, but my gaze falls back to her thigh.

Oh, she chose that dress deliberately. She knows how crazy I get for her.

I reach for her without thinking. She tries to pull away, but I catch her wrist easily and pull her onto my lap. My hand grips her waist, firm, claiming, and her breath shudders a little. She feels it, whether she wants to or not.

“You don’t get to walk away until I say so,” I murmur, low enough to make her body soften. She shivers, head sinking onto my shoulder.

“You need to sign the documents,” she whispers. “They need to be delivered.”

“That can wait,” I say lazily.

She finally pulls back, searching my eyes, then stands and adjusts her dress. She walks to the door, locks it, and when she turns, there’s nothing gentle in her expression.

She starts undressing, slow, tempting, deliberate. Panties first, sliding them down her legs with intention.

“Sign fast, Mr. Ares,” she challenges, voice dripping heat. “Then come pin me against this wall… if you’re actually up to it.”

A soft scoff escapes me. I grab the pen, scrawl my signature, and stand, leaning back against my desk to watch her like the show she is.

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Her dress falls. Her bra hits the floor.

She stands there, nothing covering her, her body a full invitation. That little V–shaped patch of blond hair, her curves, her confidence, it’s enough to make my cock throb. She knows exactly the effect she has.

Valencia.

A poor girl I offered a ride when she was a grocery–store receptionist because she looked too damn much like Viviana. That’s how all this started.

Three months after I married Snow.

Lencia is nothing but release.

A sexy body, a naughty mouth, a woman who spreads her legs when I throw money at her.

Snow is a decoration in my house, something that boosts my status. Daughter of Mooncrest’s Alpha, daughter of the Frost. That name alone is worth gold.

But Viviana… Viviana is my first love. My heart. No one replaces her.

I’ll enjoy Lencia for now, until Viviana returns. Then I’ll toss her aside like the little slut she is.

I unbuckle my belt. She steps closer with that seductive smile, takes the belt from my hands, and takes charge, rubbing me through my pants, slow and deliberate, making my cock throb harder.

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