Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120

Thankfully, Asher didn’t show up the entire week I figured he was giving me time to finish my period before reappearing…. and I was right.

Because that Monday night, just after I’d come out of the shower and was getting ready for bed, doing my night routine when the door creaked open.

It was around ten. I turned around and our eyes met. His gaze locked on mine, unwavering. I froze, unsure what this visit meant. Was he here to humiliate me again? Was he here to fuck me? To break me a little more?

I didn’t know. But I needed to.

He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. I tore my eyes away and turned back to the mirror, silently pulling my damp hair into a high ponytail. I was in my usual pyjamas, not the kind meant to attract, just soft cotton that made me feel like myself again.

I stood up straight and turned around.

“Welcome,” I said.

He smiled a lopsided grin that always made me feel like I was standing on a trap door.

“I see you’re learning some manners,” he said.

I swallowed hard. “Yeah… I guess I am.”

There was a pause. He just stood there, watching me. And when the silence stretched too long, I spoke again.

“So,” I said, voice calm but tight, “why are you here tonight? How do you plan to make my life a living hell this time?”

His smile widened slightly as he stepped away from the door, walking toward me slowly, and deliberately. I held my ground.

I hoped he didn’t see how nervous I was, how nervous I always got around him. He took another step closer and then stopped.

“Remove your clothes,” he commanded.

My eyes snapped to his, defiant.

I paused, letting the silence drag just long enough to make a point before I stepped back.

My fingers brushed the top button of my pyjamas, and I saw the flicker of satisfaction cross his face. That smug, proud smile.

“I don’t think so,” I said quietly. “I don’t feel like it.”

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And with that, I turned and walked toward the bed.

I bent down to pull back the blanket, ready to slip underneath and end whatever this was. But before I could move further, his hands clamped around my waist.

I stilled, caught in place, hands braced on the mattress, body bent over. He moved in behind me, crowding me. His chest pressed lightly against my back, his hands planted over mine on the bed. His voice slid into my ear like silk laced with steel.

“That wasn’t very nice, was it?”

I pushed back, trying to stand, trying to get away from the pose I found myself in, too vulnerable, too familiar.

But as I did, I felt it, the heat of him… His hardness through his pants brushed against me.

And that single point of contact? It sent a jolt through my body so strong, so sudden, I hated how it made me shiver. It was the kind of reaction I didn’t want to have… not right now.

Not after Everything.

He must have felt the way my body reacted to him, there was no way he didn’t. His hands started to move, massaging my waist, trailing over places that turned me into something soft, something weak. My muscles melted under his touch, and before I could stop it, my body betrayed me. I released things I shouldn’t have. Things I hated admitting were even possible

around him.

I couldn’t hold myself up anymore. My arms gave out and I collapsed forward onto the bed. Half my body lay across the mattress, while the rest still hung off the edge, kneeling, unbalanced, exposed.

Asher let go. He stepped away.

For a moment, I thought he had left. I didn’t hear the door open, but he was quiet enough to

make me wonder.

I turned my head and there he was. Just standing there Watching me.

I sat up quickly, straightening my back and settling on the edge of the bed, trying to hide how rattled I felt. My eyes met his, searching for a sign of what he’d do next.

“I was going to be lenient with you,” he said, his voice low and calm, which somehow made it worse. “But since you want to act like a brat…”

He tilted his head slightly.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

The words landed with a cruel promise. And the worst part? I didn’t know what scared me more, his threat… Or how a part of me didn’t flinch at all.

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Asher’s eyes glinted. He walked toward me, each slow step sending another jolt of anticipation and fear down my spine. It took him only a few strides to reach me, but by the time he did, my heart was ready to burst out of my chest.

He didn’t take his eyes off me as he lowered his mouth to mine.

“You like riling me up, don’t you?” He swallowed my angry retort with a bruising kiss while his fingers delved inside my pyjama bottoms and between my legs to find me already wet and aching for him.

Such a fucking jerk. That didn’t stop my body from craving his, but it also didn’t mean I had to make it easy for him. I pushed him off. Not hard, but enough to give me some semblance of control. Adrenaline lit up my blood when his brief flare of shock morphed into fury.

Pinpricks of fear fanned my arousal into a white-hot flame. It burned hotter when he forced me to my knees and undid his belt and pants. The thinly carpeted floor dug into my skin, and my breaths came out in harsh rasps when his cock sprung out, thick and angry and already leaking pre-cum.

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