Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55

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I have survived too many life–or–death moments to ignore the scream in my head right now. that tells me to run.

Every instinct is clawing at me, roaring danger, roaring escape. Yet my feet refuse to move. I am nailed to this spot, pinned by those lethal green eyes that never once leave my face.

He didn’t stop those whores from touching him Maybe the wildfire of possessiveness burning through my veins is completely one–sided.

My gaze slides helplessly down his open shirt, tracing the dark ink that disappears beneath hard muscle, and a greedy ache blooms so deep inside me I almost whimper aloud.

He still hasn’t spoken, but his body is screaming. Thighs spread wide, chest rising slow and heavy, the thick ridge of his cock already straining against expensive black fabric like it’s trying to break free. Dangerous. Magnetic. Impossible to resist.

I take one trembling step forward and sink onto his lap without permission. This time I’m the one who closes the distance. I crush my mouth to his.

The second our lips lock, the entire world vanishes. Pain, fear, duty, everything, gone. His huge hands clamp around my waist and drag me forward until I’m straddling him properly, knees sinking into the leather on either side of his hips.

I throw my arms around his neck, forgetting I’m still legally someone else’s wife, and grind my soaked pussy down hard against the steel bar of his cock.

A low growl rumbles in his chest. He doesn’t break the kiss; he deepens it, tongue fucking my mouth while his palms slide down to grip my ass, fingers digging in, spreading me wider so I can feel every thick inch of him throbbing beneath me.

He tears his mouth away just long enough to look at me. His eyes are almost black now, pupils blown wide with raw hunger.

The tension deepens, the emotions between us was nothing even I can overlook.

“I’ve been dreaming about this pussy,” he rasps, voice rough as broken glass, “wondering how tight and wet it is when these perfect fucking tits are already this gorgeous.”

Heat floods my face, but the filthy words make my clit pulse so hard I soak straight through my panties. I try to look down; his hand snaps to my jaw, forcing my gaze back to his.

“Look at me. Just me.”

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His thumb traces my bottom lip, then pushes inside. He leans in and spits, slow, deliberate, watching with dark satisfaction as I swallow every drop like I was born for it. Then that same thumb slides deeper and I suck greedily, hollowing my cheeks, tasting him, desperate for

more.

He pulls it out glistening as he whispers, as though he couldn’t hold on any longer.

“Bra off. Leave the blouse. I want to watch these big, perfect tits drop and those pretty nipples again.”

My pussy clenches so hard I nearly come on the spot. I should run. I should save the last scrap of dignity I have left.

Instead my shaking fingers are already behind my back, unhooking the clasp. I drag the bra out from under my blouse and let it fall. My heavy, full breasts sway beneath the thin lace, nipples stiff and aching, completely visible.

Cupid’s breath catches. For long seconds he only stares, jaw tight, cock jerking against my pussy like it has a heartbeat of its own.

Then he grabs my wrist and yanks me between his spread thighs. He settles me on the couch with my back to his chest, thighs forced wide over his.

His huge palms slide around from behind and cup my naked tits, weighing them, squeezing, thumbs flicking the hard peaks until I moan out into the empty room.

He kisses my bare neck, pinching both nipples hard, rolling them between rough fingers until my back arches and my soaked pussy grinds helplessly against nothing.

I can’t stay still. I roll my hips, rubbing my ass against the massive cock straining behind me, feeling the fat head already leaking, wetting his trousers.

He snarls, bites my neck, and twists my nipples again and again until I’m sobbing into the air, body shaking, pussy dripping down my thighs.

I break the kiss, gasping, eyes locked on his. Pure animal lust burns between us, thick enough. to choke on. I grind harder; he squeezes my tits with both hands like he owns them.

Then he spins me around when we both couldn’t help it anymore and forces me to my knees between his legs. One big hand fists my hair, guiding my face to the obscene bulge stretching his trousers. I nuzzle it shamelessly, dragging my cheek along the thick, length, breathing in the scent of his arousal until my mouth waters.

His other hand finds my bare nipples again, slapping them lightly, then harder, watching them bounce and harden even more while I rub my face against his trapped cock like a needy little pet.

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His thumb traces my bottom lip, then pushes inside. He leans in and spits, slow, deliberate, watching with dark satisfaction as I swallow every drop like I was born for it. Then that same thumb slides deeper and I suck greedily, hollowing my cheeks, tasting him, desperate for

more.

He pulls it out glistening as he whispers, as though he couldn’t hold on any longer.

“Bra off. Leave the blouse. I want to watch these big, perfect tits drop and those pretty nipples again.”

My pussy clenches so hard I nearly come on the spot. I should run. I should save the last scrap of dignity I have left.

Instead my shaking fingers are already behind my back, unhooking the clasp. I drag the bra out from under my blouse and let it fall. My heavy, full breasts sway beneath the thin lace, nipples stiff and aching, completely visible.

Cupid’s breath catches. For long seconds he only stares, jaw tight, cock jerking against my pussy like it has a heartbeat of its own.

Then he grabs my wrist and yanks me between his spread thighs. He settles me on the couch with my back to his chest, thighs forced wide over his.

His huge palms slide around from behind and cup my naked tits, weighing them, squeezing, thumbs flicking the hard peaks until I moan out into the empty room.

He kisses my bare neck, pinching both nipples hard, rolling them between rough fingers until my back arches and my soaked pussy grinds helplessly against nothing.

I can’t stay still. I roll my hips, rubbing my ass against the massive cock straining behind me, feeling the fat head already leaking, wetting his trousers.

He snarls, bites my neck, and twists my nipples again and again until I’m sobbing into the air, body shaking, pussy dripping down my thighs.

I break the kiss, gasping, eyes locked on his. Pure animal lust burns between us, thick enough to choke on. I grind harder; he squeezes my tits with both hands like he owns them.

Then he spins me around when we both couldn’t help it anymore and forces me to my knees between his legs. One big hand fists my hair, guiding my face to the obscene bulge stretching his trousers. I nuzzle it shamelessly, dragging my cheek along the thick, length, breathing in the scent of his arousal until my mouth waters.

His other hand finds my bare nipples again, slapping them lightly, then harder, watching them bounce and harden even more while I rub my face against his trapped cock like a needy little pet.

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“Oh,” he growls, yanking my head back by the har so I have to meet his eyes, “Come here.

He crashes his mouth to mine, kissing me so deep and dirty 1 can’t breathe, tongue fucking my throat the way I want his cock to. When he finally lets me up for air I’m dizzy, ta chest heaving.

He rips my blouse open in one violent pull. Buttons ping, ping ping, buttons by everywhere. My heavy tits spill completely free, bouncing, saying, nipples dark and swollen from lés rough fingers.

“Fuck,” he groans, voice completely wrecked.

He drags me back onto his lap, buries his face between my tits, mouth doting hot and wet around one aching nipple. He sucks hard, teeth scraping, tongue lashing, while his hand kneads the other breast, pinching and pulling until I’m shaking so violently I can barely hold myself up.

I’m lost. Soaked. Burning. Pride gone. Reason gone. I would happily be Cupid Godlike’s try personal whore if he keeps making me feel like this.

Right when I’m ready to beg him to fuck me raw my phone starts ringing, shrill and merciless, shattering the thick haze of pure, desperate lust.

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