Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 123

Chapter 123

Before I could finish my sentence, his hand, the one covered in cum, was on my throat. He held me, not enough to choke me, but enough to show me what he could do.

“What did I say?” he repeated, his voice low and dangerous.

“I’m not doing that shit. No, not at all,” I said holding my ground. What he wanted me to do was disgusting.

He reiterated, dragging his cum-covered hand from the front of my face to the back of my neck, and then pulled my head all the way down to his hard engorged cock, now coated with his release.

When I reached it, I knew what he expected me to do. So I opened my mouth and enveloped him, and I nearly gagged.

Above me, I heard him commend,

“Good girl.”

For reasons I cannot explain, that excited me immensely. Because now, I wasn’t just getting rid of a problem anymore. I worked at his dick harder and harder, with more motivation than I had ever felt. In just a few strokes, he was already fully in my mouth, but I couldn’t stop. I kept going.

Asher didn’t want to relinquish control, but I wanted him to, I wanted to see him give it up and hand it over to me, at least for a moment. I bent down and took his tip into my mouth again. He hissed through his teeth and cupped the back of my head, his fingers raking through my hair.

I hollowed my cheeks as I sucked him lightly, trying to accommodate his girth in my mouth as my hand worked his base and it got the desired results. Asher panted, his hips shifting, his fingers flexing against my scalp. I cast my eyes up, finding him watching, his expression gloriously unguarded. Yes.

Something shifted. His fingers tightened in my hair, not tugging but close to it, as he guided my head down. His hips thrust up. He was taking his control back. I yielded to his pumps, taking as much of him as he demanded, his hand firm on my head. He didn’t go deep, never once hitting my throat, perfectly controlled.

At every upward thrust, I ground myself against his my toe, seeking my own satisfaction. I wasn’t sure why I didn’t feel self-conscious. There wasn’t room for it. I was too aroused, too drunk on Asher’s hungry expression

“Oh fuck,” he rasped, his head falling back. After a moment, he tilted it back down so he could watch me through half-closed eyes.

I took him deeper into my mouth, inch by inch, using my tongue to tease the sensitive tip, really taking my time, savouring his heat and taste. Asher kept his hands, palm flat and let me

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pleasure him. For once, he let me be in control. I wanted to show him that I took care of him because I cared for him…

I loved the sounds he made when he was close, the low moans and sharp breaths. I loved the way his fingers flexed, how his muscular thighs quivered under the expensive fabric of his pants. But most of all, I loved the possessive gleam in his eyes before he let loose.

He tensed and came with a small shudder, his eyes falling shut. My own lust was hot and heavy between my legs, but I ignored it for now. I swallowed and kept working him with my tongue and mouth as he twitched with the last aftershocks of his orgasm.

I stroked his balls lightly and kept him in my mouth, only gently sucking. When he stilled and looked at me, he cupped my cheek. I let his cock slowly glide out of my mouth, causing him to moan low in his throat again.

I kissed his thigh and stood up, giving him a smile before I walked between his legs and then pushed him gently on the bed, settling onto his lap, ready to climb him. But then, in a sudden rush, the air got washed out of my lungs. He changed position, him on top of me now, mirroring down to my mouth.

His heat fell very close to my centre and made me gasp. The expectation, the knowing that I was finally going to get what I wanted, was finally going to quiet the desire inside of me. But then I got another surprise that night because suddenly the heat of his body was no longer protecting me, was no longer on top of me.

He pushed off the bed and away from me. I sat up still on the bed, and could only hear my own voice.

“What’s happening?” I asked. “What’s happening?” I repeated, the words sounding lost.

Asher didn’t answer me as he Quietly put his dick back into his pants, and started rearranging

his clothes.

“What’s happening…Is that I’m going home?” he said.

“But what about me?” I asked, gesturing towards my body, my licking centre.

“Listen to me,” he said, his voice suddenly getting clipped. “This, whatever this is going on here is… It’s about me. You are here to fulfil my needs, my desires, not the other way around.”

I swallowed, the sudden emptiness more suffocating,

“But… but… I…”

He silenced me with a hand to his lips, a gesture that was both condescending and absolute.

“What did I say?…. I’m the master. You’re the slave. You don’t ask me for anything. I give you what I want, and you take it gladly. Gladly. Right now, you should be thanking me for putting any part of my body inside you.”

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My eyes narrowed, a slow burn of anger rising within me. Frustration, not just for the denied release, but for him reminding me again what kind of an asshole he truly was.

“You are such an asshole,” I gritted out, the words laced with venom.

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