Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 402

Chapter 402

Chapter 402

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I had taken my shower, let my hair fall loose in soft waves down my back, and slipped into the thin silk nightgown that clung to my skin like a whisper.

I seated myself in the living room, legs tucked beneath me, deliberately positioned so the soft lamplight caught the delicate straps and the faint outline of my body beneath the fabric, making sure I looked and felt utterly alluring.

I had returned just that morning from the wedding after–party, which had stretched on into an endless, glittering blur.

We danced and laughed and drank until dawn crept in, and only then did we collapse into sleep.

Now it was night again, the house quiet except for the low hum of the city outside.

Cupid had texted earlier that he was coming home after spending the day with his rogue family, the first full day he’d given them since everything changed.

To pass the time, I turned on the TV. The news anchor’s voice filled the room immediately.

Ares still hadn’t been found. No trace, no sightings, no leads. I sat there staring at the screen, wondering where he could possibly be hiding, alive or otherwise, when the sound of a car engine purred up the driveway.

My heart leapt. I clicked the TV off, rushed to the door, and flung it open, chest heaving with uncontainable joy.

Cupid’s car eased to a stop. He alighted slowly, and froze the moment he saw me waiting there, framed in the doorway, backlit and smiling like the world had narrowed to just us.

He walked in without hurry, eyes drinking me in. I closed the door behind him and turned, smiling with all the love I felt.

He leaned in and kissed me slowly, warm, tasting faintly of the night air.

“I must have kept you waiting,” he murmured against my lips.

“Never,” I whispered, shaking my head. I rose onto my tiptoes and kissed him again, deeper this time.

His one arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against him as the kiss deepened hungrily, reverent until he finally eased

back.

His gaze dropped to the nightgown, tracing every inch of silk and skin. I saw him swallow hard, and joy tingled through me. He noticed. He definitely noticed.

“You look lovely as always,” he said, voice low and rough.

I smiled shyly, pretending innocence.

“Will you take dinner?”

But he was barely hearing the words. He leaned in again, brushing a feather light kiss along the side of my neck that sent sparks racing down my spine.

Then he pulled back, searched my eyes for one long heartbeat, and simply scooped me up into his arms.

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He carried me straight to the bedroom, laid me down gently on the bed, and came over me, kissing me tenderly, palms sliding up my thighs beneath the thin fabric. I sighed softly into the air, arching into his touch, loving every deliberate glide of his fingers

At last he pulled back, smiling down at my flushed face

“Let me take a bath,” he said quietly. “You can wait?”

Inodded, looking away to hide the sudden heat flooding my cheeks. I watched as he rolled off the bed, peeled off his shirt, revealing the broad, scarred expanse of his back and disappeared into the bathroom.

I lay there smiling to myself, heart full. I wondered what he would do when I finally told him the truth, that we were mates.

Thad it all planned. A perfect dinner date, candles, wine, the moment I would whisper the words and watch shock bloom across hit face, followed by joy.

The bathroom door opened. He emerged in soft pajamas, hair damp, moving with that quiet, predatory grace of his. He walked slowly to the bed, slid in beside me, and turned onto his side so we faced each other.

We didn’t speak. The silence was peaceful, perfect, just the two of us, breathing the same air, loving each other in the stillness.

Then I saw it. A flicker in his eyes. Something raw, something sad.

“If ever I die before you, Snow,” he said quietly, “be my widow. Don’t fall in love again. Don’t marry anyone else. Or else… I’ll come back to haunt you,”

I searched his face, almost misunderstanding, before I laugh softly, reaching up to caress his cheek.

“If you’re so possessive about another man whisking me away,” I teased, “then don’t die at all. Claim me over and over.” My smile faded into seriousness. “There’s no space for anyone else, Cupid. I love you, so much.”

He didn’t speak for a long moment. Then slowly he sat up, covering his face with both hands, elbows braced on his knees.

“Cupid?” I called softly, crawling across the sheets to place a soothing palm on his back. “Cupid?”

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