Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91

Chapter 91

Cupid

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I didn’t speak a word. I only took a few sips of my drink, nibbled at my lunch, and leaned back in my seat, staring into blankness, letting the silence punish me for being shrewd. For being the cold–hearted man who had started drilling a hole into the heart of an innocent woman like Snowflakes.

As the sun began to set, the private plane touched down at the airport, and I remained still. The news was already airing, the coverage of her divorce spreading far and wide.

I stayed where I was, eyes fixed on the plane’s television screen. Mirena Daylight sat, narrating how the judge had severed the couple while short footage of the court session played. There she was, standing tall, her brother at her side as her lawyer, well–wishers behind her.

She looked extraordinarily beautiful in the dress I had given her. A woman ready to step into the life she had left behind.

I lowered my gaze and swallowed. Today, she had gained her freedom but I knew, in some way, that freedom would belong to me again. I was certain of it.

“Boss, we’ve arrived.” Desmond’s voice came from behind, but I made no reply.

I grabbed my cellphone and moved out, this time bringing my personal belongings. I was certain now the Dravens were no longer a threat and our deal seemed long–lasting.

I step off the private jet and the night air hits me like a slap. A perfect line of black cars waits on the tarmac, engines purring. Then one door opens and she steps out.

Evalina Draven.

First the heel, blood–red, needle–thin, then miles of leg, then the rest of her in a dress that might as well be liquid moonlight.

It’s white, almost transparent, clinging to every curve and leaving nothing to imagination. Nipples dark against the fabric, the shadowed V between her thighs visible with every step. She knows exactly what she’s showing and she smiles like she already owns me,

I descend the stairs slowly. My father’s voice is still in my head. Be had made a request and that was to Fuck her until she can’t think straigh Sign the papers. Bring the empire the

ports.

Evalina meets me halfway. She rises on tiptoe, lips aimed at mine. I turn my head at the last second; her mouth lands on my jaw instead. A soft laugh vibrates in her throat.

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“Can’t blame a girl for trying,” she purrs, then pivots to Desmond with theatrical grace. “Evalina Draven.”

“Desmond Godlike.” He takes her offered hand, politely.

She leans in, kisses his cheek slow enough that her breast brushes his arm, then throws him a glittering look.

“I’ll ride with your cousin. Wouldn’t want to overwhelm you too soon.” Her smile sharpens. “I have your father on speed–dial, Cupid. Shall I tell him you’ve landed safe?”

The threat is velvet–wrapped. I know what she is trying to do there. If I didn’t ride with her, she probably will call my father.

I don’t answer. I just walk to the lead car. The chauffeur opens the door. I slide across cool leather; thirty seconds later she follows, dress riding high enough to flash bare pussy before she tucks her legs inside.

Doors shut. The convoy rolls.

Night streaks past the tinted windows. Evalina doesn’t waste time immediately the journey began. Her hand finds mine, guides it under the slit of her dress. No panties. Just slick, shaved heat already dripping.

“Feel how ready I am for you,” she whispers, pressing two of my fingers inside her without ceremony. She’s scalding, clenching greedily, coating my knuckles in seconds. “I’ve been wet since the plane touched down.”

She rocks against my hand, slow circles, breath itching. The driver keeps his like a good soldier, pretending he didn’t hear a single moan.

Evalina leans in, tongue tracing the shell of my car.

eyes forward

“Open your pants, Cupid. Let me suck you the whole ride. I’ll swallow every drop so you can fuck me raw the second we’re inside.”

Her free hand goes to my belt. Metal clinks. My hirt parts under impatient fingers. She drags her mouth down my throat, teeth scraping, while she rides my fingers harder, little moans fogging the glass.

I let it happen for ten heartbeats, twenty, telling myself I can do this. I’ve done worse for less.

But every time I close my eyes I see gray ones looking up at me. Those innocent beautiful eyes of Snow.

I pull my hand free. Her wetness glistens on my fingers like evidence.

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Evalina stills, lips swollen, pupils blown.

“Problem, Cupid?”

I wipe my hand on a pocket square and stare out the window.

“Let’s get home first. I’m tired.”

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Silence stretches, thick and dangerous. She knows I wasn’t that tired. She know I just don’t want her. Low and bitterly, she laughs.

“Really?”

Before I can think of a response, the car glides through wrought–iron gates and stops beneath a floodlit portico. Liveried staff wait like statues.

Evalina smooths her dress, though it does nothing to hide how aroused she is.

“One hour until dinner,” she says, voice syrupy again. “Your room is next to mine. Door stays unlocked.”

She slips out, hips rolling, the scent of her arousal trailing behind like a taunt.

I stay in the car long after the door closes, breathing through my mouth, cock painfully hard against my zipper and hating myself for it.

Because the only woman I want dripping down my fingers is many miles away, probably still standing in bed now, believing I’m worth waiting for.