Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 376

ARIELLA

Asher shoves me down against the counter and I buck, but he pins me in place by my hair, so I have no choice but to hold on to the edge of the marble.

“Here’s the thing, I’m not going to lie to protect your fragile emotions. I am Don, and Leon is our son and heir. You are my wife and the love of my life, you are everything.”

He sounds angry now, probably enraged. Before I can respond, a slap lands on my arse cheek. I yelp, but it’s drowned by a moan when he enters me from behind. I’m supposed to be sore, but the moment he’s fully sheathed inside me, I let out a small whimper.

“Fuck, I’ll never get over this feeling inside you,” he murmurs with obvious lust,

"How could you ever think I would ever look at another the way I see you?" He grits out and then thrusts inside me with the rhythm of a madman.

I want the earth to open up and swallow me rather than feel the onslaught of both pleasure, pain and a little bit of embarrassment there. Asher knows I got jealous of Sia with him, something I tried so hard to hide, even from myself.

All of a sudden, he tugs my head up by the hair and makes me stare at myself in the mirror. Asher is behind me, tall like a god and sinister like the devil. His face is hard, his features dark with both lust and domination. I’m bent over and utterly dominated by him, but instead of pain, my eyes shine with erotic pleasure. My lips are parted, and my nostrils are flaring.

“Look at how crazy you turn me, baby.” He says this before he slows his rhythm, but deepens it until my hipbone hits the edge of the counter.

“Never question my love and devotion to you, ever again,” he commands in a sexy erotic voice. "Do you understand?"

I dig my nails into the marble, feeling every stroke, every burst of pleasure inside. His teeth meet the flesh of my throat and he bites down, so hard that I shriek.

“Is that clear, Ariella?”

“Yes…” I glare at him in the mirror and he bites the spot next to it.

A sob leaves me this time, but the onslaught of pain adds to the friction his cock causes.

“Again. This time clearer?”

“I love you. I am sorry....” I cry out, tears gathering in my cheeks.

Not good enough." He rolls his hips and hits a spot inside me that whitens my vision for a brief second.

“Again, baby. Promise I will never meet the crazy woman who came outside this morning...”

I murmur. “I am sorry.”

“Tell me you know I love you.” His rhythm turns intense. So intense that I wish I could cry and orgasm at the same time.

He suddenly stops deep inside me. He holds my hair again so the two of us are staring at each other in the mirror breathing hard. I know what he wants and I want him to make me reach the mountain top again, it's very close..... So close I try to move but his got me pinned in place.

"I won't ever do it again, I promise..... I trust you.... I love you...."

Asher makes me come again and again. I can't remember how many times I lose grip on the marble and he has to switch position and place me on top of the counter still inside me. Still wreaking havoc inside me.

*

By the time Asher helped me up and carried me back to the bed, I felt like no part of my body was working anymore.

He set me down on the bed gently, as I might actually break and put a blanket over me. And then, just like that, he walked into the closet. I watched him from the bed, still trying to catch my breath, still feeling everything.

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