Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 382

Chapter 382

Chapter 382

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I know it’s crazy. Being here alone in the middle of nowhere with a mafia king standing before me.

A man with a history of murder, theft, and drug dealing. It’s utterly insane that I’m still here, still loving him, still finding him devastatingly attractive despite everything.

He kissed me tenderly, as though in that moment nothing else in the world existed except me. When he pulled back, his eyes didn’t even try to hide the raw affection burning inside them.

Quietly, he drew away, his fingers entwining with mine as he guided me slowly toward his study. That room held far too many

secrets.

He pushed the door open and drew me gently to the desk, lifting me up onto it with effortless strength.

His palms found mine, parting my thighs so he could step between them.

His lips hovered just above mine, the air thick with fresh desire, my heart hammering wildly at the intoxicating newness of it all and the heavy lust saturating every breath.

“Who was the first person you killed?” I asked him, my voice barely above a whisper.

He pressed a feather–light kiss to my lips.

“My biological father,” he murmured against my mouth. He pulled back just enough to turn toward his computer, fingers already moving across the keyboard. “I used poison. He died overnight. Marlik helped me dump the body in the town river while Mother covered for me and took me in.”

He straightened and looked at me, his gaze steady, almost braced as if he fully expected me to bolt from the room in horror. But! didn’t move. I stayed right there, searching the depths of his eyes.

“That was why… you love your rogue family so much,” I murmured.

He returned to me instantly, his palm settling tenderly on my waist.

“I loved them long before that incident. They were our neighbors. Mom was kind to me… and even kinder to my biological mother when she was still alive.”

His voice softened with memory. He took his seat directly in front of me again, and I sat frozen, tense, watching the slow, deliberate way his eyes traveled from my face downward, lingering on my thighs.

“Strip,” he commanded.

One single word, and heat unraveled through every inch of me.

I moved slowly, deliberately, sliding my trousers down, stepping out of my panties, peeling off my top, unhooking my bra

By the time I finished, Cupid’s eyes had turned dark and ravenous, devouring every exposed curve of my body.

He watched me with blistering intensity, then finally rose from his chair. His palms claimed my waist again, this time with unmistakable possession.

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Quietly, he lifted me back onto the desk, positioning himself firmly between my thighs.

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His fingers moved to his belt, the metallic clink and slow slide of leather through loops ringing in my ears like the most tantalizing promise.

I placed my palm flat against his chest, my heart leaping as he freed his cock, hard, hot, pulsing, Gently, I wrapped my fingers around the thick length, searching his eyes for every flicker of reaction.

“What’s the plan now?” I asked, leaning in to brush my lips against his.

He let out a ragged sigh, hips twitching involuntarily at the slow stroke of my hand along his shaft. “Finding Desmond’s location. And Almira’s.”

“You can track them from here?”

“Yeah. The system. They have got a chip embedded under their skin, it lets me pinpoint them anywhere.”

His words came quick and clipped, then halted completely when I guided the swollen head of his cock right to my entrance.

Our eyes locked in a heart–stopping, electric second. Then he began to ease inside, slow, steady, deliberate until he suddenly thrust fully, burying himself deep, arms wrapping around me, fusing our bodies as one.

A sharp gasp tore from my throat. My fingers dug hard into his flesh as he filled me impossibly full, stretching me to the edge of bliss and ache.

“Fuck,” I gasped against his chest.

He held still for a long moment, letting me adjust, breathing hard against my hair.

Then he began to move, one deep pull out, then a slow glide back in, building rhythm, laying me flat on my back across the desk.

He hooked one of my thighs high over his arm, gripping tight.

The thrusts came faster, harder, relentless, one after another, until I was clutching the edge of the desk in desperation, stunned speechless by the storm of emotions crashing through my heart. love, fear, surrender, need, all at once.

Cupid’s palm covered my breast, kneading roughly while he fucked me with punishing force.

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