Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58

Snowflakes

“Pull off your panties.”

:

34

47

+20 Free Coins

His voice slides through the room like smoke. My soaked lace is already clinging to me, useless. I hook my thumbs in the waistband and drag them down my thighs. They drop to the floor. I’m completely bare now, dripping, trembling.

“Open up for me. I want to see you.”

I swallow hard and part my thighs. The cool air kisses my slick folds. His green eyes burn between my legs, drinking me in.

“Climb up the bed and spread yourself.”

The words hit like a drug. My heart slams against my ribs; I’m already moving before my mind catches up. I crawl to the centre of the bed, lie back on the pillows, and let my knees fall open. Wide. Shameless.

He moved. The sight of him towering over me steals my breath. He climbs on, settles behind me, and drags me between his thighs so my back is to his chest. His big hands grip my inner thighs and force them wider until I’m split open for him.

One palm cups my breast, thumb flicking the aching nipple. The other slides straight between my legs, two thick fingers spreading my pussy lips apart like he owns them.

“Relax,” he rasps against my ear when he sensed I am trembling.

It was because the flashes of ugly memories of the men gripping me crossed my mind but with Cupid’s assurance, I melt instantly, sinking into him.

His thumb finds my clit first, slow, lazy circles that make my hips jerk. Then his middle finger joins, scissoring over the swollen bundle of nerves, rubbing, pressing, teasing until my moans spill out raw and desperate.

“Cupid…” I sob, nails digging into his forearm.

He kisses my shoulder, my neck, teeth grazing skin while his fingers work faster, slick with my wetness. Pleasure coils vicious and fast. My thighs shake uncontrollably.

I break with a cry, tears streaming as the orgasm rips through me. My pussy gushes, squirting hard, soaking his hand, the sheets, everything. I sob through it, overwhelmed, exposed,

1/3

47

Chapter 58

worshipped.

+20 Free Coins

He holds me tight, fingers still gently circling my pulsing clit, kissing away the tears on my neck until the last tremor fades. Then he gives my soaked pussy a soft, approving tap.

Silence wraps around us. I stay curled against his chest, heart thundering for what feels like an eternity.

“Want to take a bath together?” he murmurs against my ear at long last, when he senses I am settled.

I twist to look up at his face and reason simply blurs. I kiss him hard, tasting myself on his tongue.

“Yes.”

He groans into my mouth, hand sliding up to collar my throat. The kiss turns filthy; his fingers tighten, just enough to make my head spin. He forces my jaw open and spits slow and deliberate. I swallow greedily, moaning.

“I want your cock,” I breathe against his lips, the words tumbling out before I can stop them.

He pulls back, eyes blazing, stunned by my request.

“You have

any

idea what happens when I shove my

cock into

your mouth?”

“You also won’t share me with another man, will you?” I whisper.

His jaw locks, possessive fire flashing in an instant and I mealy laughed at him. That’s all the answer I need.

I kiss him again, demanding.

“Fuck my

mouth with your cock. Let me pay you back for making me squirt for the first time.”

Something inside him snaps, as though he couldn’t pretend or be modest any longer.

He hauls me off the bed, drags me through a hidden door into a dimly lit hallway. My naked skin prickles, but his palm cups my ass, guiding me until my back hits the cold wall.

He pins me there, mouth crashing over mine, tongue fucking my throat while his hands knead my breasts, pinching nipples until I’m whimpering.

My knees buckle. He lifts me like I weigh nothing before I fell; I wrap my legs around his waist, grinding my dripping pussy against the hard ridge in his trousers.

2/3

20:48 Tue, Jan 13 M…

Chapter 58

49. C

+20 Free Cons

He sucks one nipple into his mouth, teeth scraping, while his fingers twist the other. I’m losing my mind. We both her. Kissed so hard until both of us go breathless.

We broke it up at the same time, our gaze lock in an instant until I wanted him more. Until I realized I love this wildness.

“Open your mouth,” I gasp.

He obeys instantly. I let my spit drip onto his tongue and watch him swallow, eyes locked on mine, dark with worship. Then he kisses me again, devouring, before carrying me into the pristine bathroom.

He sets me on the wide marble counter, lips never leaving mine. My frantic fingers tear at his belt, yank it open, shove his trousers and briefs down in one desperate motion.

When his cock springs free, thick, veined, angry–red, a bead of precum already pearling at the fat head, my breath catches. The height of the counter lines us up perfectly.

I wrap my hand around his neck, feel him tense, feel him surrender.

“Fuck,” he groans, voice wrecked.

He steps closer. The hot, slick head of his cock nudges my entrance, slides through my wetness once, twice, coating himself, teasing. I whimper, hips tilting, begging without words.

He pulls back just enough to make me ache, eyes locked on mine, promising everything that’s about to happen.

3/3