Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 405

ARIELLA

"What do you mean?"

“Tonight..... My mother humiliated me in front of everyone. Creating problems for you publicly... in front of everyone.” I looked away from him. “I know how these people are. I know how they talk and you have a reputation to uphold. I am supposed to....”

Asher's entire expression hardened instantly.

“I don't give a fuck how they talk.”

“But...”

“No.” His voice cut through mine sharply before softening again when he saw me flinch.

“Listen to me carefully. I don't care about gossip. I don't care about whispers. I don't care about what those people think about you, about me, or about our marriage.”

He cupped my face gently.

“The only thing I care about is the fact that you were hurt tonight.”

I stared at him quietly.

“And if anybody thinks what happened tonight makes you weak,” he continued calmly, “then they are stupid enough to mistake kindness for weakness.”

His thumb brushed beneath my eye, catching another tear.

“You stood there while your mother broke your heart in front of strangers, and you still begged me not to hurt her.” He shook his head slightly. “That's not weakness, Ariella.”

Something in my chest tightened painfully.

“I embarrassed you,” I whispered.

“You could never embarrass me.” The answer came so fast it stole my breath.

Asher leaned his forehead lightly against mine.

“You walked into that ballroom tonight beside me, and every single person there knew exactly who you were.” His voice lowered. “My wife....The Donna.”

My stomach twisted emotionally.

“The mother of my son.” Another kiss against my forehead. “And the woman I love.”

I closed my eyes immediately because hearing him say it right now almost hurt. Not in a bad way. In a way that made me feel too much all at once.

“You make it sound so easy,” I whispered weakly.

“It isn't easy,” he admitted. “It's just simple for me.”

I looked at him again.

“You're mine. I protect what's mine. I love what's mine.” His hand moved slowly against my cheek. “There is nothing complicated about that.”

A shaky laugh escaped me through my tears.

“You sound insane sometimes.”

A small smile finally touched his mouth.

“Only sometimes?”

That actually pulled a real laugh from me, quiet and broken, but real. And the moment he heard it, I saw something in him relax slightly, like he had been waiting for that sound all night.

“There she is,” he murmured softly.

I shook my head, embarrassed.

Pleasure shot through me so suddenly that my hand instantly tangled into his hair as I gasped softly, my body arching against the sheets.

“Asher...” I breathed.

“Show me that pretty pussy, Ariella,” he commands.

I obey, spreading my thighs apart. He groans as his gaze trails down. “Such a good girl,” he growls.

“This pretty pussy is already like this for me... I can’t wait to taste you.”

His words make my body tingle. He looks back up, his gaze holding mine for a beat longer than necessary, like he’s making sure I’m there. With him. Present.

Then his focus drops again. My breath stutters as tension coils tight in my stomach, anticipation building faster than I can control. Asher lowers his face between my legs, inhaling.

“Fuck… I can’t get enough,” he groans.

His tongue flattens against my clit and I cry out. He flicks it against me, the tip darting in quick, teasing circles that make my hips jerk involuntarily. His hands grip my thighs, holding them open wide as he sucks my clit into his mouth, pulling gently at first, then harder, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud just enough to send shocks of pleasure-pain through me.

“Stay still,” he murmurs. “Let me do it.”

I try. I really do. But my body doesn’t listen.... He notices. My head tips back, my body reacting on instinct, my hips shifting as I search for more, sensation flooding through me, warm and deliberate, overwhelming in the way he takes his time.

I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as his tongue dips lower, tracing the slick folds of my entrance. He laps at me greedily, the flat of his tongue stroking up and down my slit, gathering my wetness before plunging inside, fucking me with shallow thrusts that make my inner walls clench around him.

He groans into me, the vibrations buzzing against my clit, and I feel his fingers join in, two of them sliding easily into my soaked pussy, curling upward to hit that perfect spot inside. He knows exactly how my body works.

His mouth returns to my clit, sucking rhythmically. My body arches, needing even more. My hands grip the sheets as pressure builds low in my belly, coiling tighter with every thrust of his fingers and flick of his tongue. He doesn’t let up, his free hand reaching up to pinch my nipple, twisting it sharply, and that’s what sends me over.

My orgasm crashes through me because of him, my pussy pulsing around his fingers, thighs trembling as I grind against his face, ripping moans from my throat.

My hips buck against him. He only hummed against my thigh, the sound sending another wave through me.