Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111

A groan poured out of me when his hand slid further downward and one finger pushed inside of me without warning.

“Fuck” She roughly breathed.

The sound ran down my spine. He fucked me slowly, in and out, and the pressure built between my legs. My head fell back and my palm came up to his neck, my nails running the length of it. When he tensed, I suddenly realized what I had done and dropped my hand. However, it was already done.

I received a smack on the underside of my ass that sent a toe-curling rattle throughout my entire sex. I didn’t think it was a good punishment at all, but then he pulled his finger out of me and a desperate ache remained.

A haze had infiltrated my skin, my mind, my inhibitions, and the corners of my vision. I needed one thing, could think about only it, and wouldn’t let him leave before he gave it to

His legs parted, and I didn’t hesitate to step all the way between them. His gaze lifted and his eyes met mine; the blaze inside them was dark. Our lips were inches apart. Close enough we shared breaths. Close enough to kiss.

I realized how weak I truly was at that moment because if this man told me to do something, I would. I would do anything he wanted. But he never did.

He only watched me with a narrowed gaze.

“Take it off,” he gritted.

I dropped the towel faster than I intended to, a sudden rush of adrenaline tingling through my limbs. But when I looked at him expecting a grin, a teasing smirk, something, there was nothing light in his expression. He wasn’t laughing. He wasn’t smiling.

He was watching me. Intensely.

And just like that, the confidence I thought I had drained out of me. I stood there, completely naked, while he remained fully clothed, eyes locked on me like I was some strange, puzzle he couldn’t solve.

A flicker of embarrassment crept up my spine. I didn’t know what to do with myself. My hands, instinctively, started moving to cover my chest, but,

“Stop,” he said.

His voice was low. Firm. And it froze me mid-motion. My hands stilled and then dropped awkwardly to my sides, leaving me standing there, exposed in every possible way.

“Why do you have this effect on me?” he asked, his voice quieter now, almost more to himself.

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I blinked, confused. “What effect?”

He didn’t answer. His eyes said more than words ever could. And then my gaze followed his…. downward and I saw it. The tension straining through the front of his pants was impossible to ignore. He was aroused. Fully. And not hiding it.

For a split second, a part of me wanted to reach out. To touch him. To close that space between

But my feet stayed planted. My arms hung useless at my sides because I knew no matter what my body said, my hands didn’t belong on him right now.

So I just stood there completely unsure of what would happen next.

I swallowed and tried to think through the mist he’d created in my mind. I hated to admit it, but I wanted this moment more than a guilt-ridden reminder. Though the truth was, it wasn’t simply about what I wanted anymore.

I needed him. More than morality or honesty. I knew I shouldn’t sleep with Asher, not with my deceit so close on the air I could taste it. But I wanted it, and I knew that he was talking himself out of this. So I decided to be the one that… gave this gap between us.

I walked closer to him and put my tits on his face. He groaned, and, his mouth latched onto my breast, giving it one slow suck while dragging his teeth across the nipple. White heat shot like lightning between my thighs before pulsing in an empty ache. I swayed into him, running one hand around his neck and into his hair.

His hand shoved down my front, brushing over sensitive skin and cupping me with a roughness that brought me to my toes. His entire palm rubbed back and forth, a firm pressure against my clit. My head fell back with a moan.

“So fucking wet,” he growled.

He sucked a nipple into his mouth and then slid two fingers deep inside me. Hot, sweet pressure filled me, threatening to overfill as he fingered me. Fast and then lazy. Over and over.

Maybe I should have been embarrassed that I was so wet the room filled with the sounds of his fingers pushing in and out of me. But my skin was hot enough that it felt like I’d been doused. with kerosene and then lit by a match. The fire burned into my lower stomach, creating a blaze that needed to be fed. And if not… I would go up in smoke.

“Oh, God…” I moaned, digging my nails into his shoulders. I was so close, so so close.

“Asher, please….”

He trailed over every inch of my breasts, kissing them like he would my mouth: with lips and tongue and teeth, His fingers slipped out of me, pulling wetness to my clit, and when he pushed them back in, that was it.

Pressure bursts into tingles and flame. My veins burned up like a line of gunpowder, shooting

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