Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110

We stared at each other, neither of us blinking, neither of us breaking until Asher’s voice finally cut through the tension.

“Back to the issue at hand,” he said coldly. “I want to know what you were really thinking. I want to know why Luca was here. And I want to know why you were practically naked with him in this room.”

I swallowed hard. “I already told you everything.

“No, you didn’t,” he snapped. “You haven’t told me anything. I still don’t understand.”

His voice grew sharper, angrier. “I gave you rules about this room. The only person allowed in here is me. And Maria because the only thing she does is clean. But you…… you invited another man into this space. A space that’s supposed to be just you and me.” He paused, breathing heavily. “I want to know what was going through your mind.”

“I don’t think you really want to know what was in my mind,” I said quietly.

His eyes narrowed.

I looked away, shaking my head. “It’s not what you’re thinking. I wasn’t… I wasn’t thinking about being intimate with him. Luca is your best friend. I’ve always seen him like a brother, the brother I never had.”

“He’s not your brother,” Asher bit out. “He’s my friend. My consigliere. And the only reason you even know him is because of me. So don’t stand there and act like there’s something meaningful between you and him. There’s no relationship between you two. None.”

His voice rose with each word. “The only reason he’s even been coming here is because I allowed it. Because I thought I could trust him. But now? Now I don’t think I can trust anyone around you.”

I stayed silent, because what could I possibly say to that? My words would only twist in his mind, only fuel the fire. So I looked down, staring at my feet, swallowing every reaction, every word I wanted to scream.

Then I heard him sigh, long and tired. Footsteps followed.

When I finally looked up, I saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees, his hands over his head.

And standing there, still damp in my towel, I realized something I hadn’t seen until now.

This wasn’t just about anger. It had gotten to him.

He was frustrated. Not just by what he thought happened but by what it meant to him. What it made him feel. How much power I still had over him… and maybe how much he hated that.

And that’s when I realized this was my way in. This was how I got to have even a tiny bit part

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of him. Maybe I can get him to calm down and bring us closer. So I hesitantly started walking towards him.

He sat on the side of the bed with his elbows on his knees and his gaze on the floor. Silver rays filtered through, illuminating his body but not his expression.

Now that I was so close to him, breathing his air, feeling his presence that could effortlessly consume mine until I would cease to exist, the bravery that had brought me here disintegrated to dust.

My heartbeat tried to escape my throat, and an icy shiver ran through my blood, leaving my skin hot to the touch. I hadn’t known it was possible to want something so much and to fear it in equal measure. Hesitation stopped my feet and tugged at my heart. Nonetheless, I suddenly knew that even if I chose to change my mind and turn around I wasn’t getting out of this.

Every inch of my body burned as I walked toward him. Sensitive, his pants felt abrasive against my inner thigh as I forced my leg between his slightly parted ones. He didn’t look at me, nor did he widen his stance.

I brushed a hand across his neck and into the thick hair at his nape. He let out a quiet, tense breath. A heady warmth poured off his shirtless chest, and I absorbed it like an addict. My fingers laced through the soft strands, gripping a handful like I’d done years ago.

Feather-light, his hands skimmed up the backs of my thighs, and my pulse sparked like crackles in a fire. My breasts were bare, heavy and tight so close to his face. He only had to lift his head to put his mouth on them, to relieve them of this pressure.

His fingers grew firmer on my thighs, gripping the flesh, caressing it. Something tugged on my stomach from the inside as the fiery heat of his palms burned through my skin. Every squeeze sent a thrum between my legs, settling into an empty ache. My breaths came out ragged and shallow while he remained silent, I wondered what was going on in his head.

What was he thinking??

My stomach tightened as his hands inched beneath the towel, teasing the curve of my cheeks. His palms slid under and gripped two handfuls of my ass. A throaty sigh escaped as he kneaded the flesh. Tingles, hot and slick, pooled between my legs, and my fingers curled in his hair.

My body hummed in anticipation, but right before he reached where I needed him, he pinched my pussy lips together. The movement sent a sizzling sensation up my spine that knocked me off balance. When my other hand found his nape to catch myself, my short nails trailed down the back of his neck.

He shook his head to throw my touch off like he hated it, and a low growl sounded from deep in his chest. My hand dropped away. I didn’t have time to weigh his reaction because his fingers slipped beneath my towel again, sliding so low they brushed my back entrance before pausing. The touch was foreign to me, but I was so hot I found myself rolling my hips for friction.

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