Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121

I resisted the urge to stroke my clit. I was already close to orgasm, and he hadn’t even touched

me yet.

Asher tugged my head back until he stared straight down into my tear-filled eyes.

“I’m going to fuck that mouth of yours until the only sound you’ll be able to make is the one of you choking on my cock,” he said calmly.

He rubbed one of my tears away with his thumb. A shiver ripped down my spine at the contrast between his lethally soft threat and his tender touch.

“The next time I tell you to do something, I want you to think about this.” He withdrew until just the tip of his cock remained in my mouth, paused, and plunged down in one sharp thrust.

I gagged again, the tears flowing faster, the heat in my belly stoking hotter. I whimpered. My nipples and pussy were so sensitive a strong gust of air could very well tip me over the edge.

Asher smiled, and the pinpricks of fear intensified until my entire body was a live wire of

sensation.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

That was the last warning I got before he started fucking my mouth so mercilessly it was all I could do to try and suck in breaths through my nose before he bottomed out again.

My helpless gurgles mixed with his harsh groans and the obscene slap of his balls against my chin as he punished my throat exactly the way he’d promised.

Hard. Brutal. Unrelenting.

I squirmed and tried to ease the ache in my jaw, but he was too big and the fucking too furious. Eventually, however, my throat opened up, and he was able to slide even deeper with less resistance.

“That’s it,” Asher groaned. “I knew you could take it.”

I moaned at the praise. I couldn’t see properly through the tears clouding my vision, but the buzz between my legs had grown too loud for me to ignore.

I reached down to rub my clit. Before I could make contact, Asher yanked himself out of my mouth, lifted me up, and bent me over the bedside table, ignoring my protest.

“You were enjoying it a little too much. We can’t have that.” He pulled down both my pyjamas and panties before he pushed my legs wider with his knee, his voice rough with lust.

“You’re fucking soaked for me.”

My retort sounded breathless and unconvincing to my own ears. “I hate you.”

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The word ‘you’ sharpened into a yelp when his palm landed on my ass with a sharp sting.

“Only I have the right to hate in this room…” The hardest strike of all, one that made my body jerk on impact. “…I hate you so much it drives me fucking insane.”

A pleading sob fell out of my mouth when Asher yanked my head back so his mouth hovered

near my ear.

“What the fuck did you do to me?”

I shook my head, unable to form a response or make sense of the pain and pleasure ricocheting through me. I was on fire. Skin blazing, tears and drool pooling beneath me, but it all burned so exquisitely I never wanted it to stop

Asher’s low snarl rumbled down my spine and made my toes curl.

“Hold on to the table.”

I heard the faint tear of a foil wrapper. I just managed to curl my hands around the cool wood before he was inside me, driving deep and hard into my pussy with each upward thrust.

I cried out, my mind emptying of any thoughts except the sensation of his cock pounding into me and the slide of his skin against mine. No secrets. No lies. Just ecstasy in its purest, most undiluted form.

“Still hate me?” Asher’s fingers dug into my throat with just enough pressure to intensify the heartbeat between my legs.

God….,” I gasped.

as getting lightheaded, but when I gripped his wrist, I didn’t know whether it was to push im off…or keep him there. His mouth curved into a tiny smirk as he stared at me in the mirror above the table, his eyes glittering with lust.

The table banged against the wall with each savage thrust. My eyes fluttered closed from the sheer overload of sensation, but they flew open again when Asher gave my hair another sharp

tug.

“Open your eyes.” His other hand gripped my throat harder, and a fresh burst of arousal clouded my vision. The pressure, the ease with which his grip encompassed my throat, it all felt horrifyingly right, like I was made to wear his fingers around my neck.

“You were created just to be my whore….”

My skin flushed hotter than it already was. I stared at our reflections, taking in my glazed eyes and swollen lips. Hands on the table, back arched head pulled back by Asher’s firm grip. I looked humiliatingly wanton, like I’d been fucked within an inch of my life and still wanted

more.

Behind me,

desire carved harsh lines into Asher’s features, and his eyes burned into mine as

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he resumed his thrusts. Slowly this time, feeding his cock into me inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt.

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