Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 303

ASHER

I was covered in dirt, sweat, soot, and blood, the smell of smoke still clinging to me when I walked into the bathroom. I didn’t hesitate. I stripped out of my clothes quickly. They were useless now. I would have to get rid of them. Not that it would matter.

I stepped into the shower. When I turned, I saw Ariella standing in the doorway, watching me. She was dressed in one of my shirts, the fabric swallowing her frame, making her look small. Vulnerable.

I kept my eyes on her as hot water rained down on me. I liked the sight of her here. I loved having her here. Seeing her was the highlight of my day, even though I would have preferred her much more naked right now.

Tonight had been a disaster. Whoever this person was, whoever was coming for me, they were hitting hard. They were working in the dark, forcing me to put out one fire after another without ever seeing the source.

They were getting too close for my liking.

Normally, I would have welcomed the challenge. But now I had people to protect. People who were my world. I would die before I let anything happen to my family.

I shut the water off. Ariella walked in, picked up a towel, and handed it to me. Her eyes moved slowly down my body, then lifted back to my face. I knew what she was doing wasn't sexual, she was looking for injuries.

There were cuts, bruises, scars already forming, but I was fine. I held her gaze as she searched me.

The truth was simple.

I wanted her.

I needed her.

I dried myself halfheartedly and let the towel drop to the floor. Ariella didn’t move as I advanced on her. Without a word, I gripped her hips and lowered my mouth to hers, kissing her hard. My fingers tightened at her waist when she kissed me back.

I guided her backwards, out of the bathroom and toward our bed. She didn’t resist or question me. Her legs hit the bedframe and she fell back, her hair spreading everywhere.

My shirt rode up her thighs, revealing she wasn’t wearing any panties. I breathed out harshly. My cock is already hard. I wanted to be inside her ASAP.

She must have seen how much I needed her too, there was no longer fear in her eyes, only need. I took that as a good sign. I climbed onto the bed, moved between her legs, pushed them apart, and lowered my body over hers. She sucked in a breath.

I kissed her again, my tongue tasting her mouth. My cock pressed against her inner thigh, close enough to drive me mad. A small shift of my hips and I would be buried in her tight heat.

She brought her hand up and ran it through my wet hair, water dripping down our faces and our skin. The look in her eyes was without question, only love and adoration. And beneath it, a quiet fear. Fear for me.

I sat back on my hunches and unbuttoned her shirt, then helped her pull it off, and allowed my eyes to take in her flawless skin. I was tired and still riled up. My control was at its limits but I forced myself to lower my mouth to her pussy. Her lips parted in a soft moan as I dipped my tongue between her folds. After a few strokes along her heated flesh, I closed my lips around her clit.

I was too impatient for the slow approach. She rewarded me with a gasp and opened her legs even wider. My mouth on her bundle of nerves quickly had her panting and slick with arousal. I pushed a finger into her, fucking loving the way her walls clamped around me. I couldn’t wait for them to do that to my cock. She bucked her hips, crying out and I pushed a second finger into her. She shuddered, as I guided her through her orgasm with slow strokes of my fingers and tongue. But my own need was too urgent now. My cock was close to exploding.

I stretched out above her and guided my cock to her entrance. For a moment, I considered saying something but I was filled with so much darkness and despair. Instead, I held her gaze as I pushed forward. My tip slid in, tightly gripped by her heat.

She gasped, breath stilling in her throat. Her eyes were soft, and fucking emotional. I could not hold back. I didn’t want to. I captured her mouth, eyes boring down into hers, as I claimed her fully.

“I’ll bleed and I’ll die for you,” I said roughly, pulling out of her slowly until only my tip remained inside her. I thrust back into her, trying to hold back.

Her eyes widened from my words and the truth behind them. She clung to me, those fucking hypnotising eyes never leaving my face. It wasn’t a promise, not a sappy declaration of my feelings. It was a prediction of our future.

I pushed deeper and harder with every thrust and she held onto me, eyes boring into mine. I claimed her with every thrust, every kiss and every touch.

Ariella sucked in her breath a few times. I knew I needed to be more careful, go slower but I couldn’t stop. It felt like our time was running through our fingers and I needed to make every moment count.