Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22

I was eager to feel him inside me. I wanted him to fill me. I wanted him everywhere. I especially wanted him somewhere that was calling out to him. Somewhere that needed him more than anything right now.

I wanted him to fuck me.

My hands went towards him as I started touching his chest, the firm muscle beneath my fingertips a stark contrast to my own trembling flesh. Planning to make my way towards his defined abs and go down there towards his member to touch him, to ignite the fire that was already burning within me.

But just as my hands went towards him, he immediately caught my hands, his grip like steel, and put them in a grip on one of his hands. A little too rough for my liking, the sudden constraint sending a jolt of unease through me. Then he stopped what he was doing, the whirlwind of passion abruptly ceasing.

The two of us were now breathing heavily, the air thick with unspoken desires and a tension that crackled between us. He looked into my eyes, his gaze piercing, and I looked back, my own eyes still clouded with lust.

At that moment, it took me some time to realize that even though there was also lust in his eyes, a dark, consuming hunger, but there was also anger and a lot of fury towards me in his eyes right now, a storm brewing behind the surface. And just as my body started coming down from the high, the intoxicating rush of desire fading, my body started going into high alert, a cold wave of fear washing over me, realizing that this was the man who had promised to hurt me.

I’m supposed to be on high alert around this man. This is not how I’m supposed to be feeling, not vulnerable, not wanting. Just when my body starts changing its reaction towards him, the warmth turning to ice, he pushes my hand away, the sudden release almost painful, and lets me go.

He walks away from the bed, the movement abrupt, the silence deafening. And then he looks at me, his face filled with disgust, a mask of cold contempt, before he turns and walks into the bathroom, the door slamming shut behind him.

I was left on the bed, lost and unsure about what I was supposed to do with myself. He had me all hot and bothered, and then, just like that, cold the next. I didn’t know what he wanted from me. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. So, I just sat there, waiting.

The sound of running water filled the silence, and I realized he must be taking a shower. I waited.

Minutes passed-excruciating, nerve-wracking minutes-until finally, he walked out of the bathroom.

My breath hitched.

He was wearing only a towel. His body-God, his body-was to die for. He was older now, broader, more defined. Not in a bulky way like a wrestler, but sculpted like a Greek god. My eyes trailed over him, from the damp strands of hair falling over his face, clung to his eyelashes, to the way water dripped from his skin, trailing down his chest and disappearing beneath the towel.

And then he looked at me.

I knew I should be afraid of this man. I knew he had promised to hurt me. But right now, as I squirmed in my seat on the bed, all I could think about was how much I wanted him.

I clenched my thighs together, desperate to relieve the ache he had left behind.

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Chapter 22

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He noticed and sneered.

Without a word, he walked toward the bed, stopping right in front of me. I sat there, frozen, unsure of what to do.

And then he spoke.

“Did you get the house rules?”

For a moment, I was confused. Then, I understood what he was asking.

I nodded quickly. “The house-uh, yeah. Yeah. Yes. Uh, yeah. Luca gave me the house rules.”

His expression remained unreadable.

“Did you read them?”

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