Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129

Asher gave me a tour of the entire property, the entire island. He showed me everything with the same calm certainty he always carried. But this time, he wasn’t just a cold, calculating man; he was warm, and enthusiastic, like he actually wanted me to see this. He never once let go of my hand or on my back… it was almost like he couldn’t stay without touching me somehow.

He showed me the island structures, the beachfront, and the little corners he said would attract tourists and clients, all of it had a purpose, and somehow, being shown around made me feel like I had one too, even just for a moment

I had an amazing time. And then he took me to dinner.

We were the only ones there. A private, candle-lit table had been set at the edge of a wooden deck, close enough to hear the soft waves brushing the shore. The waiters moved in silence, perfectly trained, never lingering too long. Asher pulled out my chair. He placed his hand gently on the small of my back when I sat. He asked what I’d like to eat, described each dish, and watched my reaction when I took the first bite. He asked how it tasted, smiled when I smiled, and when he kissed my cheek, it wasn’t sexual, it was soft, tender… caring. Almost like the man I used to know. Almost like him.

The man who once held me like I was his whole world.

But this wasn’t the same Asher.

Still, as the night grew darker and quieter, as we finished our delicious meal and the waiters disappeared, Asher reached for my hand and led me to the beach.

We walked in silence, the waves lapping softly at our feet. He didn’t let go of my hand. I didn’t pull away.

For a little while, I let myself forget. I forgot that I was being held captive. I forgot that Asher had hurt me, hated me. I let myself imagine this was us. That none of the horrible things from five years ago had happened. We were just a couple, a married couple, who had left their son at home with the nanny and escaped for a few hours to this perfect, quiet paradise. That this was love.

And then he stopped walking.

He turned to face me, his eyes searching mine. I looked up at him. And without thinking, I rose to my tiptoes and kissed him.

It started slow, sweet, careful, almost innocent. Like we were rediscovering each other. Like this was the first time all over again.

But then, something shifted. The kiss deepened and grew harder. Fiercer. Angrier.

It wasn’t just passion. It was years of pain and confusion and longing, clashing and colliding between us, and neither of us knew how to stop it

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My fingers curled around his strong shoulders as dug my nails in and leaned even closer. Asher’s hand gripped my hip as his tongue parted my lips, tasting me. His kiss was dominant and fire, and it set me aflame in unexpected ways

The way our tongues teased each other and our lips perfectly moulded together felt as if this was more than a chance meeting. Asher’s hand slid up from my hip, stroking along my ribs, spreading even more fire in its wake. My nipples puckered. I hadn’t bothered wearing a bra Because the dress limited that.

Asher’s fingertips stroked the underside of one breast over the cloth before his thumb brushed over my nipple. Heat and wetness pooled between my legs at the spike in pleasure. I stifled a moan, trying to rein in my body’s overwhelming reaction. His thumb flicked my nipple and a gasp of pleasure burst from my lips.

He sat down on the ground and then pulled me down to sit beside him as his hands went towards my body and his mouth attacked mine back again. He seemed to control my body with only a few touches. My body yearned for more, my brain demanded control. But as his hands travelled towards my waist, caressing me and then went towards my thighs while still kissing me, as he pulled the dress towards my waist… I knew I had lost control.

Asher hooked his hands in my panties and slid them down my legs, leaving me bare on the beach sand. I wasn’t shy about my body or a prude and yet, I felt vulnerable as I sat before Asher. His eyes slid down my body to my pussy. I grabbed his collar and pulled him closer. His hand clamped around my neck then finally his mouth pressed against mine, his tongue awakening my body. Soon a familiar pulsating filled my core.

“Don’t ever leave me again, Ariella,” he ordered, then softer. “Stay.”

I was slightly in a daze and slightly confused about what he wanted.

His dark eyes arrested me, held me in the present no way to escape. He slipped two of his fingers into his mouth, wetting them before he pressed them lightly against my clit. They slid over my bundle of nerves easily with the extra wetness and soon tingles spread through me. He sucked my lower lip into his mouth when his fingers gently slid up and down my slit, scissoring me until every nerve ending in my pussy awakened.

My breathing came faster, my body becoming tenser. A knot was being tightened dangerously with every stroke from Asher’s fingers and he was the only one who could release it. He controlled my body, every delicious sensation I experienced. He gathered the wetness between my folds and spread it over my clit, circling it. His breathing was coming faster now too. He never took his eyes off me as he drove me higher.

The sensations became overwhelming, the knot ready to burst. “Yes,” Asher rumbled, his eyes appearing black in the darkness, like they belonged to the devil I’d made a pact with.

He pushed two fingers into me and twisted them. I sucked in a sharp breath, on the edge of falling. My mind screamed for control, my body for release.

With every thrust he twisted his fingers, hitting a delicious point deep within me. My

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eyelashes fluttered, wanting to lower and sink even deeper into the sensation but I stayed rooted in the moment.

His gaze held mine as he fucked me with deep precise strokes. A moan slipped out, not planned, not forced. It fell from my lips like a sigh of relief.

My inner walls began tingling like they’d never done before and began spasming and clenching around Asher’s fingers. I couldn’t hold back. Digging my heels into Asher’s ass, arched back as pleasure took hold of me, ripping any shred of control from my body. I cried out, clawing at Asher almost frantically.

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