Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 4

He smiles. It’s slow, calculating.

“Whatever it is,” he murmurs, “if they find out, you know the rules of the famiglia.”

His eyes darken, his voice almost a whisper. “You. Are. Dead.”

A shudder of fear runs through me. I flinch. Because I know he’s telling the truth. The moment he takes me back, I am dead.

Nobody will save me. I can’t leave Leon. I won’t leave Leon. He needs me.

He sees the fear in my eyes. And he likes it.

“So you better just tell me why,” he says, his voice quieter. “Why did you run away, Ariella?”

He leans in slightly, watching me. “Were you scared I was going to hurt you?” His voice is almost teasing, taunting. “Was it fear—after breaking my trust—that made you run away?”

I am desperate for a way out. I can see that he wants me to say yes. He wants me to admit I was scared of him.

So I do. I nod. Trembling. Avoiding his eyes. He smirks.

“Good.”

He tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze.

“I like your fear.” He says licking his lip. Then, he moves. His hands drop.

His fingers find his belt. The sharp click of the buckle echoes. Then his zipper.

And suddenly—He’s taking himself out. His dick is right there in my face. It is hot and angry. Its veins are bulging right there in my face. I don’t know what to do. I’m frozen in place. What does he expect me to do?

He then starts brushing my hair with his fingers. As he says, “Be a good girl and open up.”

” Why are you doing this to me?” I ask him, my voice low as I realize what is happening here.

“Why don’t you give it a little lick and see how it tastes? I remember how much you loved sucking me off. I mean, what are your options, really?” He’s saying this as he keeps on brushing my hair softly, tenderly, as if he actually cares about me.

But I know that’s bullshit. “I’m giving you a choice. Do you want to go back like a traitor or are you going to go back as my whore? You can only have one.”

I cannot believe this. I just kneel there wondering what I have to do. All of those options sound like eating cement. None of those appeal to me.

“So, what is it going to be?” He asks

I can’t believe we’re having this conversation with his dick out and me on my knees.

“If I do this, you let me go? It’s already humiliating enough that I have to do this. But if I do this, give me your word that you’re going to let me go. Just go back to your life and forget about me.”

He toots. “I don’t know about that, but let’s see how talented you are at this. If you can get me to come in your mouth, then I’ll honour your deal.”

“Open up,” he commands, his dick inches from my face.

His “ick is already leaking pre-cum. He moves closer, “Take your tongue out.” He orders.

I obey, extending my tongue. He begins to fist himself, then uses his hand to smear the pre-cum onto my tongue.

“Swallow,” he orders. I swallow.

“Open up,” he repeats. I open my mouth. “Suck the head, just like that…,” he instructs.

I take him in, just the tip, then more, and more, each time deeper. Both his hands grip my hair, pulling, anchoring him. I look up at him, trapped, forced to watch him.

His breath comes in ragged gasps through his nose. There is no gentleness in his eyes, no trace of affection. Only raw lust and rage, swirling together. Before I can react, he thrusts fully into my mouth.

It feels like hours have passed. My mouth aches, and my jaw feels locked. He drew it out, savouring every moment. Each time he neared his climax, he pulled back, teasing, prolonging. I didn’t know how to process the experience or the unsettling sensations it had stirred within me – feelings I desperately tried to ignore.

Now was not the time. Right here, right now, I was literally fighting for my life, for my freedom, and Leon’s. That was my sole focus.

I didn’t even notice he was done with me, because he kept prolonging his orgasm. When he withdrew out, I used this time to try and release my locked jaws. So, I was both shocked and surprised when he released his cum all over my face, my hair. That was a lot of cum.

It was in my hair, it was dripping down my face. I was too shocked to do anything but feel his release all over my eyes, my lids, my mouth. I couldn’t even open my eyes. I wasn’t expecting this, I just kept kneeling there, shocked, with my eyes closed, as his release dripped from my face.

After a bit of silence, I started hearing the closing of the zippers, and I knew that he was putting himself back together.

Eagerly, I asked,

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