Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35

Snowflakes

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When I walk into the hall, I am still shaken from what happened at Hant Terrace. He is so commanding, almost controlling, claiming, and what baffles me the most is that I… I seem to love it. The submission, the way my body reacted to him.

I lower my eyes to my fingers, and the memory of them resting on his chest flashes back. He is so solid, so strong, so alluring. His eyes too dangerously attractive. Even a blind person wouldn’t be able to resist him.

I sigh, trying to push him from my thoughts and focus on home.

Arriving at Ares’s house is the hardest part of my day. Pretending to be happy around him drains me.

I clutch my bag and walk toward the living room, remembering Cupid and I didn’t even discuss the charity event tonight. We are lagging behind terribly. What a partner to have.

I head for the stairs but pause when I notice Ana isn’t around. She usually meets me in the hall, takes my coat, asks what I want for dinner.

“Ana?”

“I sent her home tonight.”

Ares’s voice comes from behind me, freezing me instantly. He doesn’t sound like himself.

Slowly, I turn to face him.

He’s standing by the dining table, a bottle of alcohol in his hand. Drunk. Angry. Very angry.

“Ah… okay. I’ll take my bath and go to sleep,” I say quietly, trying to escape up the stairs.

“I am not going to divorce you, Snow. Mark that word.”

I freeze.

Then freeze even more as I hear him push back his chair and walk toward me.

“You are stuck with me. I won’t let you go.”

I swallow. He must have been notified by the court.

I turn to find him standing right in front of me, intimidating, reeking of alcohol.

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“You dare set your brother loose on me? Huh? You think I’ll let you go because some judge or lawyer or a divorce paper says so?”

“Ares…”

“When you were raped and rotting, I was the one who saved you!” he snaps, loud and sharp, making my blood run cold. “You have no idea how much mockery I received marrying you. The husband of a barren woman. Her body has been violated. She is nothing but a whore. I married you, cleaned you up, and you dare demand a divorce? On what grounds? Tell me!”

The tears sting instantly.

I blink them back. I swallow the sob clawing up.

If I argue now, things will get ugly fast and that is the last thing I want.

“You’re drunk. Let’s talk when you’re sober,” I murmur, turning again.

“We have dinner with my family tomorrow, and you will be there by force or ease. I’ll drag you there if I have to, Snow. You hear me?”

I don’t stop.

I climb the stairs, blocking out his voice, until I reach the bedroom and close the door behind me. I rest against it, breathing heavily.

Minutes pass.

Then I hear the main door slam, followed by his car driving off.

He’s probably headed to Lencia, to vent his frustration inside her, so she can soothe him while he imagines her to be Viviana.

A lump rises in my chest.

I set my bag on the bed and go to shower, needing the warmth to wash away the bitterness clinging to me.

After a few minutes, I walk back into the room, towel wrapped around me. I head to my bag to pull out the documents when my phone starts ringing.

I reach for it.

Cupid.

That is how I saved his contact.

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Biting my lower lip. I answer and his face appears. He’s on a highway, motorcycle beside him. Helmet still on, but the visor is lifted, revealing only his eyes.

My heart melts instantly at the sight.

“Home,” he says quictly.

I nod, a tightness forming in my throat.

“Yes. I’m home.”

He studies me for a long moment, not speaking. I expect him to disconnect, it would hurt but he doesn’t. Not yet.

His gaze drifts slowly from my face to my neck, bare, exposed. He doesn’t pretend. His eyes travel down, lingering at the towel wrapped around me. Heat pools between my thighs at his lustful stare.

When he looks back into my eyes, I swallow hard.

“You took your bath?”

I nod. My voice is nowhere to be found.

He waits a moment before making a quiet request.

“Pull it off.”

My heart jumps to my throat. Heat spirals through my veins.

I know what he wants and the way he waits, so still, so intent, makes my nipples tighten. instantly.

“Cupid…” I whisper.

He doesn’t respond. He is waiting but I shake my head slowly.

“I… I can’t.”

Silence.

Just silence.

No anger, no second attempt. He doesn’t argue. doesn’t push.

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One request, I refused, and that is enough for him.

He lowers the visor of his helmet, covering his eyes, and disconnects the call.

My stomach drops.

Just like that? That easily?

I sit heavily on the bed, stunned.

Maybe I did the right thing.

Even though every part of my body disagrees, every nerve awake, humming, I’m still married. I can’t show myself to another man. My breasts, my body… not yet.

But wait.

Isn’t that foolish?

I have already filed for divorce. I am done with Ares.

Shouldn’t I open my heart to someone else?

Shouldn’t I give myself, even my breasts, to someone who actually wants me?

The thought rolls, pauses, sharpens into one truth.

Even if I wanted to open my heart… it shouldn’t be to a man like him.

Cupid Godlike.

Covered in tattoos, dangerously attractive, commanding, consuming and as lethal as desire itself.

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