Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 269

Chapter 269

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The sound of the news droning low in the background becomes nothing more than white noise as Cupid’s warm breath ghosts against my ear.

“Your human family didn’t believe you?” he asks softly, voice velvet–dark, while his fingers have already begun to brush feather–light against the soaked crotch of my panties, tracing the outline of my swollen lips through the thin, clinging fabric.

I nod, trying, failing to focus on the flickering screen. My hips twitch involuntarily toward his touch.

“It’s… um… I think they do. They just don’t want to admit it yet,” I murmur, parting my thighs wider in silent invitation, offering more of myself. “Eshan however is taking my side fully.”

“And I’d think it’s the lawyer. Kashi, his name?”

I sigh shakily as sensation coils tighter in my belly; Cupid pulls his teasing fingers away only to slide both hands up under my shirt and cup my heavy breasts fully, thumbs circling my aching nipples until they

pebble even harder.

I nod at his question, voice breathy. “Yes, Kashi. It’s too much for him. He needs time.”

“Hmm hmm.” Cupid nuzzles deeper into the sensitive spot behind my ear, teeth grazing, then pulls back completely, leaving me blinking in dazed protest.

I turn my head, silently begging to know why he stopped. In answer he reaches up, pinches my left nipple through the thin fabric, slow, deliberate, watching my lips part on a sharp inhale as he rolls and squeezes it tenderly, the sting blooming into liquid heat that drips straight to my core.

“Are you wearing panties?” he asks, voice low and rough, my pussy already throbbing in frantic rhythm.

I nod, swallowing hard around the lump of want in my throat.

“Yes.”

“Pull off your shorts.”

Obediently, eagerly, I hook my thumbs into the waistband and shimmy them down my thighs, kicking them off somewhere behind the couch

Cool air kisses my overheated skin. He guides me with firm hands until I’m positioned between his spread thighs, my back flush to his chest, his erection a thick, insistent ridge against my lower back as we both face the television again.

“So what’s the update?” he asks softly, casually, as though he isn’t already sliding those wicked fingers back down to my panties, stroking lightly, tracing the drenched seam over and over, never quite giving me what I need.

I sigh shakily, clutching at his other hand where his palm has returned to cup and knead my breast, fingers

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splayed wide to claim as much as possible.

“We start tomorrow,” I manage, voice trembling.

“From where?”

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Following his question, Cupid lifts my shirt higher, bunching it above my breasts so they spill free, full, flushed, nipples dark and straining.

I moan softly the instant his warm palm covers one completely, squeezing possessively just as he lowers his mouth and latches onto the other nipple, sucking hard, tongue flicking mercilessly.

“Ohh… yeah. Right there,” I moan, arching into his face, my pussy clenching on nothing, already so wet I can feel it soaking through the cotton and onto his fingers.

He pulls off my nipple with a wet pop, kisses a slow, open–mouthed line up my neck while his hand returns to torment my panties, rubbing slow, maddening circles over my clit through the fabric.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he reminds me, voice edged with dark amusement.

“We start from the evidence gathered four years ago,” I gasp, barely coherent now because he’s hooked the crotch of my panties to the side, exposing my slick folds completely.

He spreads me open with two fingers so my clit protrudes, swollen and glistening, then uses the lightest, cruelest fingertip to rub tight, relentless circles directly on it.

“Oh fuck… Cupid…” I moan helplessly, hips jerking, thighs shaking.

He kisses the side of my neck again, soothing and predatory at once. “Relax… I am tying you up tonight. Just relax. You’ll get it all.”

The promise makes me tremble harder. I can’t wait to feel him stretch me open, fill me, ruin me. Not at all.

“I saw the news about your brother’s wedding,” he murmurs against my ear as he finally releases my folds only to start tapping my pussy over the soaked panties, light at first, then firmer, rhythmic slaps that make wet sounds fill the room.

“Yeah but… I don’t think it will hold anymore,” I say shakily, loving the next harder tap that lands directly on my clit. “Harder please.”

He obeys instantly, palm coming down sharper, heavier, each slap sending bright sparks of pain–pleasure racing through me.

Weirdly, intoxicatingly, I love it. I love the harsh treatment, the way it makes my cunt flutter and drip.

I wriggle in his arms, turning my head to capture his niouth in a desperate kiss while I guide his hand back down, begging silently for more.

He gives it to me. Harder, faster slaps until the sting builds into a deep, throbbing ache that has me whimpering into his mouth, pain and pleasure twisting together until I can’t tell them apart.

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“You like it rough,” he says, voice as shaky as mine now, thick with arousal. His palm suddenly clasps around my throat, not tight yet, just enough to remind me who’s in control, while he kisses me again, deep and filthy.

It feels like I’ve been waiting my entire life for this exact moment, our energies finally crashing together, raw and matched. I know he loves rough. And tonight I discover I crave it just as badly.

“Cupid…” I whimper when he switches from slapping to rubbing firm circles over my clit again, then without warning, he slides two thick fingers deep into my dripping hole, curling them immediately against that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyes.

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