Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23

I swallowed, already sensing where this was going.

“Yes.”

“So you do know where your bedroom is?”

“Yes, it’s this room. I know, it’s my bedroom.”

His eyes darkened. “So you know that you’re not supposed to be sleeping on the right wing. And that people in the right-wing are not supposed to be sleeping in the left wing. You know this?”

I nodded, feeling the weight of his words pressing down on me.

“Words,” he demanded.

“Yes, I do,” I confirmed, barely above a whisper.

“You know that you’re here to follow the rules and fulfil my desires-my wishes.” His voice was calm, yet the undercurrent of dominance was unmistakable.

“And one of those wishes was to find you in your fucking bedroom when I want to. So why the fuck do I come here and find you not in your allocated area?”

Allocated area.

The way he said it, as if I were an inmate as if I was something he had complete control over, made my stomach tighten.

I hesitated. “I was putting Leon down—”

He cut me off.

“I fucking told you not to fucking say his name!” he snapped.

His voice rose, and for the first time, I saw the storm behind his eyes.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Ari?” His voice was sharp, but then, suddenly, he exhaled deeply, his hand rubbing his forehead.

It was as if he was trying to calm himself.

Then-

“Get off the bed,” he ordered.

I frowned. “What?”

“Get off the bed. Get off the bed and crawl over here.”

My breath hitched. “What?”

His jaw tightened. “Do I need to repeat myself?”

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He took a step closer.

“Get off the bed.”

I don’t know where the defiance came from.

Maybe it came from being sexually deprived.

Maybe it came from waiting for him for three weeks without him showing up. Maybe it came from the fact that he took me from my life.

I didn’t know. But all of a sudden, I just told him—

“No.”

He looked at me as if he didn’t understand what I said. His eyes narrowed slightly as he asked,

“What did you say?”

I felt something inside me snap.

“You know what, Asher? I’m not going to do whatever the fuck you want. I’m not doing whatever the hell you want me to do, okay? I don’t care if you want to kill me-go ahead. Kill me now. It’s better than being a foolish puppet.”

His expression didn’t change.

I took a breath, pushing forward. “You want to have sex with me? You want to fuck me until you feel like you have fulfilled your life’s purpose? Fine. Come here and fuck me then. But I’m not doing all that shit you think you can make me do.”

Silence.

He just stared at me.

He was calm. Too calm. And that’s what made me nervous.

I swallowed, forcing myself to keep my chin raised, my eyes locked onto his. I refused to show weakness, refused to let him see that my body was screaming at me to back down, to run, to submit.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that-maybe a second, maybe two-but one moment he was standing there with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and the next-

He was on top of me.

His hands wrapped around my throat, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his presence suffocating. The air was stolen from my lungs as I gasped, my hands instinctively flying up to claw at his wrists.

But he was too strong.

His grip tightened, his fingers pressing against the sides of my neck, restricting my breath just enough to make my head spin. His body overpowered me, caging me in, suffocating me with nothing but his presence.

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