Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113

ASHER.

I watched her lying there on the bed, thighs parted just enough to be an unspoken invitation. A silent dare. A challenge.

She didn’t have to say a word. Her body did all the talking. She was wet and almost dripping with need.

And fuck, I wanted to accept. To climb onto that bed, push her knees apart, and take her. Claim her. Remind her who she belonged to…who she would always belong to.

Fucking Ariella Costa.

She had this maddening effect on me, one I still couldn’t explain. One I hated. One I craved. On one hand, I wanted to ruin her. To see her cry. Not tears no, that would be too easy. I wanted blood. I wanted to carve the betrayal she handed me into her soul. Make her feel it like I did.

But then… there was the other part of me. The darker, softer, weaker part. The part that wanted to hear her moan my name again. The part that wanted to watch her fall apart under

my

hands. To lose every wall she’d built and give in to the kind of pleasure only I could give

her.

I stared at her, at the mess between her thighs. Wet. Glimmering. Soaking into the sheets. She was ready. Waiting. Maybe even hoping.

And I had to remind myself: this was Ariella.

The Ariella.

The woman who had shattered me with a single decision. Who still didn’t fully understand the power she held over me.

Thank God she didn’t.

But just because she didn’t know didn’t mean she wasn’t dangerous. Because she was.

If I gave in now, she’d think she had some hold over me. She’d believe that I still needed her. That I wanted her. And that would go against everything I was trying to prove-that she meant absolutely nothing to me.

Nothing.

I took a step forward anyway.

And then I heard Luca’s voice echo in my head.

“I know you hate her, but if you ever lay a finger on her, if you hurt any part of her body or

her son…you’ll regret it. You won’t be able to live with yourself.”

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He wasn’t wrong. As much as 1 wanted to destroy her, Bleed her out emotionally, I didn’t want to see her bruised or broken. Not physically. 1 didn’t want her Back or blue or red. I didn’t want to raise my hand.

But I still wanted to hurt her.

So 1 did it differently. Every night, I left her standing there, waiting. Hoping Wondering if I’d come to her. And I didn’t. Even though every part of the wanted to Because I needed her mind twisted, not her skin.

And now? If I gave in now, if I fucked her, I knew wouldn’t stop. I’d be back here again. And again. I’d get addicted. That’s what scared the more than anything else.

So what do I do? I go for what hurts her most.

Her pride.

The part of her that thinks she can lure me in with her body. Trap me with sex. That part of her needs to learn it’s powerless.

I reached for the bed, my fingertips brushing against her knees, barely touching her. She shivered under it.

Then I stopped. It took a lot of self-control but I stepped back

Tucked myself back into my pants. Zipped up. Buttoned my shirt.

She sat up on the bed so fast it was like I’d strucker. Her chest rose and fell with sharp, ragged breaths. Her hair was a mess. Eyes wide, rimmed with tears that clung to her lashes, making them glisten.

God, she looked sooo hot!

“What are you doing?!” she shouted, her voice cracked and accusing, desperate.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” I answered coolly, finishing the last button on my shirt as 1 reached for my jacket.

I didn’t look at her.

She rushed toward me, grabbing my arm, trying to hold me there, maybe trying to understand, maybe trying to undo what had just happened.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” I snapped, voice low and dangerous.

She flinched and dropped her hand immediately ke my skin had burned her. I saw it in her eyes, fear, nerves, but also something else. Lust. That hunger. She still wanted me.

God, part of me wanted to give it to her. To push her back on that bed and ravage every inch of her. To hear her scream my name while I made her forget every man she ever knew

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But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.

I needed to win this.

I gave her a look filled with pure disgust, forced, but convincing and started walking away again.

But she moved fast, standing right in front of me completely naked. Her body trembled slightly, but she didn’t move. Her breasts were right there, bouncing softly with every breath she took. I wanted to grab those tits and suck, pinch and bite into them so hard…..

I dragged my eyes up to her face, forcing myself not to look at the curves that tempted me.

“What do you want, Ariella?” I asked, my voice clipped.

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