Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122

He got off from me without a word.

I heard him walk away, and head into the bathroom. I stayed still, listening to the sound of water running as he took his shower. When he came back, he dressed in silence, his

movements brisk, detached. Then, without so much as a glance in my direction, he walked out

of the room.

No words. No goodbye. Just silence.

I sat there for a long while, staring at the door he’d just walked out of. Then I pulled my clothes back over me, stood up, and walked into the bathroom. I took a quick shower, trying to rinse off more than just his touch, trying to wash off the emptiness he always left behind. I came back to bed and lay down, curling beneath the sheets until sleep finally took me.

The next night, he returned.

I was already in bed when the door opened. My eyes immediately shifted toward the sound. There he was again.

Asher Romano.

He stepped inside, locking eyes with me as he closed the door behind him. We stared at each other for what felt like forever. And then he began walking towards me.

God, he was handsome.

Every time I saw him, it hit me all over again, like the first time. That same breathless jolt in my chest. And yet after the initial shock of seeing him wore off, what always followed was sadness.

So much sadness. Because he could have been mine. All of this could have been real, could have meant something. But now… now he hated me.

He got closer, and I felt the familiar mix of dread and longing in my chest. I stayed frozen, consumed by silence, watching as he reached the bed.

“Get off your clothes,” he said.

That was it. Not a “hi.” Not “how are you?” Not even a cold acknowledgement of my presence.

Just the same command. As if I was nothing but a body he used and discarded.

My heart clenched, and bitterness rose in my throat. “Yes, master,” I said, lacing my words with sarcasm, hoping to cut him. Hoping it would irritate him.

But it didn’t. Instead, it made him smile.

That damn smile. And when Asher smiled… It did things to me.

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Things that no one, least of all me wanted to admit out loud.

I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the sting that smile lingering longer than I wanted it to. Then I slipped out of bed and began unbuttoning my pyjamas.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving me as I undressed in front of him. Once I was bare, I raised my hands slightly and gave a sarcastic, mock-presentational gesture toward myself. Like, ‘Here you go. Enjoy the show.”

He didn’t react. He didn’t laugh. Didn’t flinch. He just stared.

Not at my face, but at my body. Devouring me with his eyes. There was a kind of madness in his gaze like he was having a silent conversation with himself about everything he planned to do to me.

“Turn around,” he said.

I let out a loud sigh, rolling my eyes, but I turned

“Bend over,” he added.

I shot him a glare over my shoulder, the kind that said are you serious? My eyes narrowed in defiance, but he just sat there. Waiting.

“Do it,” he added.

I rolled my eyes again, harder this time but I did what he wanted.

As I stayed bent over, I waited for him to approach me, but an eternity seemed to pass.

“What an asshole,” I thought, convinced he was just trying to humiliate me and embarrass me further.

Then, I started hearing sighs and grunts, restrained moans that made me glance between my legs to see what he was doing. I couldn’t believe the image that greeted me. Asher had opened his pants, taken himself out, and was now masturbating, his hand working himself up and down while his gaze remained fixed on my ass.

I didn’t know what he was concentrating on, but it was having an undeniable effect on me. I didn’t think it was possible, but it was happening seeing him like that, the way he kept looking at my body with such intense concentration. His face was flushed. His heat and

sweat……

I suddenly found myself getting hot. My body reacted to the sight before my eyes. I started feeling the heat gathering in my core, and suddenly, my arousal began to trickle out. I was getting incredibly wet, and I was sure he saw it and saw how his actions were affecting me. Because all of a sudden, he started fisting himself harder, losing control before he could even release. He literally shot his cum into his hand and kept fisting himself with it, using it as lubrication while I was bent over, watching him.

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I had to admit, it was getting a little too much. I felt dizzy like all the blood had rushed to my head.

“Kneel.” He commanded again,

I didn’t think I’d hit my head, It took an excruciating amount of energy and time for me to shift position so I could kneel. I didn’t resist; I was happy with the change of direction.

I knelt, facing him. He looked at me, then down at himself as he stroked.

“You made a mess of everything,” he grunted.

“I didn’t do anything!” I quickly protested.

“That mouth of yours,” he said, still working,

I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Okay, I need you to crawl here.”

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