Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114

Ariella.

“Do you really want to know why?” Asher asked slowly, his voice eerily calm as he began walking toward me.

And just like that, my body reacted before my mind could catch up, I stepped back, retreating until the backs of my legs met the bed. There was something in his calmness that wasn’t comforting. It was cold. Dangerous.

I didn’t know how to answer him, not because I didn’t want to, but because I was terrified of what the answer might be. Still, I wanted to know Why was he here? Why had he dragged me all the way to this place only to lock me in this gilded cage like some trapped bird? Why was he doing this to me? What was he planning? What was he thinking?

“Do you really want to know?” he repeated, slower this time.

I had reached the edge of the bed, still naked, my body exposed and vulnerable while he remained fully clothed. I froze as he came closer, his eyes locked on mine.

“Are you really sure?” he asked again.

I nodded, too afraid to speak.

“Words,” he demanded.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I want to know.”

He didn’t hesitate. “It’s because you mean nothing,” he said. “Not in this world. Not to me. Not to anyone outside that door. You are nothing”

His words hit like a punch to the chest. And before I could even gather my breath, he added, Did you hear what I said? Repeat it.”

I opened my mouth, but the words were trapped. My throat tightened. I didn’t think I could. say it.

“What did I say?” he pressed.

“I…” My voice broke. “I am nothing.”

The moment the words left my lips, tears finally slipped free, hot and shaming.

But he wasn’t finished.

“Do you know what else you are?” he asked.

I shook my head, another breathless, fragile “no escaping me.

“You’re a whore.”

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The way he said it… The way he looked at me when he did like he was branding it into me, searing it into my skin, into my soul. He didn’t just want me to hear it. He wanted me to become it. And even though he’d said that word before, this time… this time, it felt final.

It hurt more than anything else ever had.

“Repeat after me,” he said, voice thin and quiet, almost like he was talking to a child.

“I’m a whore.”

“Louder.”

“I’m a whore.”

“Louder,” he insisted, his eyes burning into mine. “I want you to believe it. I want you to be one with the word.”

So I said it again. And again. Louder. Harder. Until the word stopped stinging until the tears that had been falling without me even noticing became nothing more than warm trails on my cheeks. Until the memories of every version of me I’d ever been, the good, the broken, the desperate, played behind my eyes.

And then, suddenly… I didn’t care anymore.

I didn’t care what he thought of me. If this is what I was in his eyes, then so be it. If he needed me to be that if he wanted me to believe I was nothing more than that, then I would be.

I’d own it.

So I smiled.

It threw him off. I saw it in the way his eyes narrowed, confused, suspicious. He didn’t understand it. He wanted to ask, I could feel the question lingering on his tongue, but he couldn’t bring himself to voice it.

We stood there, staring at each other in thick silence, him trying to make sense of the shift in me, trying to understand how I’d gone from broken to something else entirely. Not broken. Not angry. Just… accepting.

And then I lifted my hand, and gently touched the lapel of his jacket. There was something surreal in that moment, my fingers brushing over something that had felt so unreachable, so forbidden.

I’ve never flirted before. Had no idea about seduction but there’s a first time for everything.”

I rose onto my tiptoes, voice low and silk-smooth.

“I,” I paused, locking my eyes with his, “I. Am. A Whore.”

His eyes widened.

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I leaned in toward his mouth, slowly, deliberately. But just before I could kiss him, he turned his head away and my lips landed on his cheek instead.

Well…. it was still a part of his body, wasn’t it? And right now, I was acting like the whore he wanted me to be. So I leaned in and began to suck on his cheek, slow, wet, deliberate.

He shoved me away. Hard.

I bounced back onto the bed, breath caught in my throat, my eyes darting wildly around the room. His hand went to his cheek as he wiped off the saliva, stared at it with revulsion, and then looked back at me.

He was furious.

Good. I smiled.

He clenched his jaw, grinding his teeth so tight I thought they’d snap. The war behind his eyes was obvious, he wanted to do more. So much more. But he was still resisting, still pulling at the reins of that monster inside him. And I laughed.

Not a happy laugh. Not even a sane one.

I laughed hysterically, like someone who had finally stopped caring. But I didn’t get to finish it. Before I could take another breath, his hands gripped my ankles, and he yanked me down the bed in one rough pull. My body slammed against the edge, knocking the wind right out of

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