Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63

Chapter 63

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I clung to the foolish hope that they would stop at kissing. I truly expected Ares to draw the line there, but he didn’t. Right in front of me, he made his infidelity a cruel, deliberate spectacle.

While my gaze was still fixed on them, he dragged his zipper down and pulled out his thick, already rigid cock. Lencia was perched on the edge of the dining table, legs spread wide, moaning breathlessly even before he touched her.

Ares hooked one finger into the soaked crotch of her panties and yanked the lace aside. He tore open a condom packet with his teeth, rolled the latex down his shaft with practiced ease, and then simply pushed forward, sinking every inch into her in one slow, merciless thrust.

Lencia’s head fell back, a shameless, guttural moan spilling from her lips as he filled her completely. The wet sound of her pussy taking him echoed through the room like a slap.

Ana stood frozen at the counter, back turned, hands still gripping the dish towel, but there was no escaping

the noise.

Lencia’s cries grew louder, higher, needier, with every brutal snap of Ares’s hips.

He gripped her thighs hard enough to bruise, kissed her hungrily, swallowing her moans while he fucked her right there on the table where we’d eaten breakfast that morning.

The rhythmic slap of skin on skin, the wet squelch of her dripping arousal, the creak of the table beneath them; every filthy detail burned itself into my mind.

He sped up when he got close, pounding into her without mercy, veins standing out on his neck, jaw clenched. Lencia clawed at his shoulders, legs shaking, and then he slammed deep one final time, hips jerking as he came with a low, animal groan, pulsing inside the condom while she whimpered through her own climax.

arm around her waist, When it was over, Lencia sagged against him, boneless and spent. Ares wrapped a lifted her easily, and shot me one last cold, disgusted glance over his shoulder before carrying his mistress out of the room like a trophy.

The front door clicked shut behind them.

I swallowed hard, biting my lip until I tasted blood. My knees buckled. I swayed, vision swimming, but before I hit the floor Ana was there, catching me, guiding me gently into the nearest chair.

She hurried to pour a glass of water, hands trembling almost as badly as mine. I took it, fingers shivering so violently that water sloshed over the rim.

The ache in my chest felt like a living thing trying to claw its way out. He didn’t even pretend to hide it anymore. No fear. No respect. He wanted me to watch. He wanted me to feel powerless.

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Tears burned my eyes. Barren. That’s all anyone ever saw when they looked at me. A useless, barren wife.

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“You will be fine, Madam,” Ana said softly, voice thick with sympathy. “Perhaps you should speak to him.”

I shook my head, tears finally spilling over.

“There is no way forward from here, Ana. I am done with Ares Bani. I have already filed for divorce.”

She froze, eyes widening, face going pale.

“You will let a beast snatch your husband’s place, Madam?” she whispered. “You have been in this house since the very first brick was laid.”

“And I will not stay here and die of heartbreak,” I answered, voice breaking. “I am getting the divorce. My brother is handling everything. I only need one witness to take the stand, to testify to Ares’s infidelity… and I will finally be free from this torture.”

Silence stretched, heavy and tense. Ana didn’t move, but her eyes filled with understanding and quiet fury on my behalf. Then she stepped closer, lowered her voice to the softest whisper.

“Can I stand as that witness, Madam?”

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I circled the date and stared at it again before reaching for the papers that showed the details of St. Coast Parish. I sighed softly at them.

It’s a big place for nuns, priests, and orphans, and it will be the first location Cupid and I visit to make our donation. However, tomorrow evening we’re expected to come speak with the priest in the parish, and that got me wondering what to do about my charity–coordinator partner.

Sitting alone in the library, I stared at the papers before me for a long time before shifting my gaze to my cellphone. He hasn’t called. Not a single text. Nothing. And that got me thinking… that got me feeling cheap.

We shared something, and deep down I know it wasn’t ordinary, not meaningless. I felt something for Cupid. That was why I opened my body to him, why I was submissive with him but getting nothing in return makes me feel no different from Lencia.

Lencia? She is even better than I am. At least Ares calls her, rushes to her when she calls. But Cupid does nothing.

Since morning I have waited for his call. Even though I kept telling myself I wasn’t, I know deep down I was waiting for either a call or a text, but nothing came. Now I bite my lower lip, trying not to use the charity event as an excuse. I tell myself it’s business.

I pick up my cellphone and dial his number, which rings at first. My heart begins to thud as I wait for him to pick up, but in the end it cuts, leaving my chest empty.

Despite myself, I try again, calling him, and the phone rings one more time but he still doesn’t pick. I close my eyes to breathe, telling myself I don’t have to be sad. That we have nothing between us except the charity event. After we coordinate it, we’ll both go our separate ways. One last time. I assure myself as I dial his contact again, but this time his phone has been switched off.

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This realization suddenly makes me weak, and my hand slips, falling to the table as I stare into blankness. He turned off his phone to ignore my calls. Right? He didn’t want anything to do with me anymore.

I blink quickly, my heart heavy at the thought, at the reality.

Cold chills run down my spine and shame overwhelms me. He has probably returned to his love, the one who called that night. I search for what to do, and then he surfaces in my mind. Desmond.

He seems to be Cupid’s personal assistant or something. He might get me through to his boss, as he usually calls him.

I dial Desmond’s contact, and it rings. For a while there’s no response, and at the last second his voice comes through from the other end.

“Hello?”

I swallow upon hearing him and quickly blink to regain control.

“Uhm… good evening, sir. I was intending to call Cupid and inform him about the charity event. We have a schedule at St. Coast Chapel tomorrow at six in the evening, and we were supposed to go together, and…”

“Boss won’t be available.” He cuts me off, and with that, he disconnects, stunning me.

I pause for a moment before pulling the phone from my ear to stare at the screen. Now… it’s dawning a bit. Clearly, I’m only used, and dumped as trash.