Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132

All I can say is…. we didn’t sleep.

We spent the entire night fucking. We were wrapped in each other, losing ourselves on every surface of that suite. The bed, the windows, the couch, the living area, the minibar, the bathroom… no corner went untouched. In Asher’ words, we were christening the hotel.

At some point, as I lay spent, breathless and aching in all the best ways, I told him, “I am so happy.” And I meant it. Morning came, and though I hadn’t slept a single second, though my body was sore and worn out, I was deeply, overwhelmingly satisfied. Like I’d never felt before.

It was Asher who prepared the bubble bath. He carried me inside like I weighed nothing because truthfully, I couldn’t move. I was exhausted. He helped me wash, gently, taking care of me like I was something delicate.

After we cleaned up and got dressed, just as we were leaving the room, he pinched my ass and whispered, “Want to go one more round before we leave?”

I let out a helpless laugh and bolted. I had no strength left. I ran from the man who was going to kill me with pleasure. Behind me, I could hear him laughing, that deep, beautiful sound. When I turned back to look at him, I saw it….his smile. The real one. Carefree. Genuine. Handsome and open in a way I hadn’t seen in years. And in that moment, I wished I could bottle it up, freeze it in time.

This was the Asher I had once envisioned with me whenever I had let myself think of him. Not the man who hated me. Not the man who kept me locked away. This was how I imagined he would be when we saw each other again.

But I couldn’t linger on that thought.

I had no idea what game Asher was playing. Maybe this was a new beginning. Or maybe it was a taste of peace before he pulled it away again. My mind wouldn’t stop spinning with the possibilities. What if this was all a trap? What if he had used my distraction…. my pleasure to hurt me where it would destroy me most?

Leon.

As the plane descended and we got into the car to head back to the apartment, my stomach twisted. My heart thudded wildly. Was this when he punishment would begin? Had he taken my son away while I was busy screaming his name?

As soon as we arrived and he opened the door, I didn’t hesitate… I ran.

The house was quiet. Too quiet. My heart nearly stopped.

Then, from the kitchen, Maria appeared. She gave me a soft, tired smile and said, “You’re back!”

“Where’s Leon?” I asked immediately, breathless

“He’s with his tutor in the study room,” she said calmly. “Do you want me to go get him?”

I exhaled a shaky breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. “He’s okay,” I whispered. Maria frowned. “Of course he’s okay. Why? Is something wrong?”

“No.” I shook my head too quickly. “Nothing’s wrong.”

I stood there, frozen unable to move. Maria had already left, and I was still processing everything when I felt a presence behind me.

I turned.

Asher was standing there, hands in his pockets, watching me. His expression was unreadable, and I couldn’t quite tell what was going through his mind.

“Have you seen him?” he asked quietly.

“Not yet,” I replied. “He’s with his tutor. I didn’t know if I should interrupt.”

He nodded, then gestured with his head toward the bags resting at his feet. “Here… your bags.

I brought them from the car. You bolted before I could say anything.”

I let out a nervous laugh. “Sorry about that. I just… missed Leon so much.”

He looked at me again for a long second, then shook his head slightly. “I have to go.”

“Oh. Okay.” I didn’t know whether to feel disappointed or relieved.

Of course, he had to leave. He had work, and… that other thing I didn’t want to think abo The thing that twisted in my gut whenever I remembered that he didn’t belong to me.

His wife.

God. I told myself I wasn’t going to think about her. Not now. Not after everything that happened between us.

“You should go,” I said quickly, cutting off the thoughts before they swallowed me. “She must be worried.”

“Who?” he asked, clearly surprised.

So before he could move or say a single word, I stood from the bed. I didn’t speak. I didn’t wait. I untied the bathrobe I was wearing and let it slip from my shoulders, letting it fall soundlessly to the ground.

Asher inhaled sharply.

And in that moment, I saw the effect I had on him. I was completely naked, standing in front of him without shame, without fear. I remembered how every time he entered the room, he’d command,

“Get your clothes off.” I wanted to take back control of that moment. I wanted to rewrite it.

He didn’t speak, just kept raking his eyes over my body. Up and down. Slowly. Possessively. Like I was something to be studied and claimed.

And then he said it.

“Good girl.”

Two small words. But God, the way they made me feel. That simple praise rushed through my body like liquid fire, settling between my legs. I hadn’t expected it to affect me like that. I hadn’t expected it to make me need him so much more.

Still standing near the door, he didn’t move fast. He started undoing his buttons, removing his clothes with measured, deliberate movements, his gaze never leaving mine. There was something calculating in the way he approached like he already knew what this moment would do to me. Like he wanted to build the tension until it broke me open.

By the time he stepped closer, I was already wet. Already aching. Already his.

He crashed his mouth against mine, thrusting his tongue between my lips. He knocked the oxygen out of me, and I had no choice but to surrender, my toes curling as he deepened the kiss, conquering every part of my mouth while flipping our positions, with him towering over me and me pinned on the bed beneath him,

There was something almost punishing about the intensity of that kiss, of his weight pressing against mine. Like I’d pried his secret out of him and now I needed to pay.

His kisses reverberated inside my body as his mouth moved slowly from my neck south.

“You’re the best thing to happen to me this year.

I wished he hadn’t said that, because my systems were crashing all over to this statement. What the hell did that mean? That years before were bad? That I am just for use this year or