Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 271

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Chapter 271

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“Fuck…” I moan, the word tearing out of me raw and broken as Cupid pulls my soaked panties aside again, gathers my swollen folds between his fingers, and draws them tight so my clit protrudes, pink, glistening, unbearably sensitive.

Then his mouth closes over it, sucking with slow, deliberate pulls that make my vision white out at the edges.

He finally eases back, lips shining with me, and I sigh shakily, legs trembling violently as I sit there on the high arm of the couch, thighs splayed, chest heaving.

I watch him rise and walk to the package with predatory grace. His hand dips inside and emerges with a sleek black blindfold.

I swallow hard, pulse spiking. I know exactly how he’ll torture me with it, how he’ll strip away sight until every touch feels ten times more electric.

Slowly he turns, eyes locked on mine, and walks closer. I exhale a shaky breath as he reaches me, cups my face, and kisses me tenderly, soft, almost reverent, lips brushing like a promise.

Then he lifts me effortlessly, carries me to the thick rug in the center of the room, and lowers me to my knees.

He kneels too, kissing me again, still soft, deceptively tender before sliding the blindfold over my eyes, + plunging me into perfect darkness. His mouth stays on mine, the kiss turning harder, hungrier, tongue

claiming deep as his hands move away.

Neel him rise, hear the rustle of the package again. My breath catches when he returns. He captures my wrists gently but firmly, draws them behind my back, and binds them with soft rope, tight enough that I can’t pull free, loose enough that circulation stays safe. Vulnerable, Exposed. Completely at his mercy.

He walks away once more. Returns. Then I hear it, the low, insistent hum of a vibrator.

My breath hitches sharply.

Cupid guides me down until I’m flat on my back on the rug. He spreads my thighs wide, wider, opening me completely. Blindfolded, wrists tied, I can only feel the cool air on my dripping sex, the heat of his body between my legs.

He hooks my panties and drags them down my thighs, off completely, then pushes my knees back toward my chest until I’m folded open like an offering.

I wait, heart hammering, wondering, until his lips return to my clit first, tongue flicking once, twice, then sucking the protruding bud into his mouth.

I jerk hard, a thrill of pure sensation ripping through me, but his strong hands pin my hips down, holding me still while he laps at the fresh gush of wetness I can’t control.

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Then the vibrator touches me, right above my clit at first, buzzing low and steady. The vibration shoots straight up my spine like lightning.

“My… oh…” I try to reach for him, but the ropes hold me helpless. His tongue and the toy work in cruel harmony, sucking, buzzing, circling until I’m biting down on my lip to muffle the moans, body shaking in helpless frenzy.

I’ve never felt anything like this; I wonder wildly if every man in the world could pleasure a woman this way and most just choose not to.

With me shuddering beneath him, Cupid slides two thick fingers deep into my clenching hole, curling immediately, pumping hard and fast while he presses the vibrator firmly above my clit, the dual assault stealing every coherent thought. Morality, shame, control, all of it dissolves.

“Please… yes please please,” I beg, hips jerking wildly. He fingers me harder, deeper, relentless. My body coils tighter and tighter until i suddenly felt it. “My goodness… I’m coming. Cupid… I…‘

The words die in a choked cry as I shatter. I squirt hard, hot, messy pulses soaking his hand, the rug, everything, while his palm stays pressed to my clit, rubbing me through the overstimulation until my thighs quake and fresh tears leak beneath the blindfold.

The squirt finally ebbs. He slows his touch to gentle circles, coaxing aftershocks, then carefully pulls his fingers free.

He lifts me, releases the ropes from my wrists with quick, sure movements. Then the blindfold slips away.

Light floods back. The first thing I see is him. Dark eyes intense, lips swollen from me, hair mussed.

I’ve never been happier to see anyone in my life. I throw my arms around his neck and hug him tight, trembling against his solid warmth. He holds me just as fiercely, lifting my shaking body effortlessly, lips brushing my neck in soft, soothing kisses.

“It’s okay. Relax,” he murmurs, voice low and tender.

He carries me back to the couch and sits, settling me astride his lap so I’m straddling his thighs, my bare. sensitive sex pressed to him.

I slowly stop shaking, gathering myself, then pull back just enough to search his eyes, searching for reality, for proof he’s really here, really mine.

His palm drifts up, brushes across one aching nipple. I cup his check in return, thumb tracing the sharp line of his jaw, still half–convinced he might vanish.

“You seem unreal,” I whisper.

He smiles, slow, wicked, devastating, then leans down and takes one breast into his mouth, sucking gently, tongue swirling around the nipple before he pulls back to meet my gaze again.

“Next time… we go for anal. You’ve heard of it?”

The words freeze me in place.

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