Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42

don’t know where I got the courage to answer him, but I did.

“If I know why you’re here,” I said, “you also know why. We both know why I wasn’t picking up calls, and we both know why you’re here. There, case solved.”

“You think you’re smart like that, huh?”

I smiled, even though I was nervous and scared. “I kind of, um…” I answered back with a smile.

He let go of my chin as he took a step back, then started roaming around my room-touching things, peeking into my dresser, looking at my pictures. I got all red when he picked up the picture that was beside my bed—a picture of him. A picture I kissed before I went to sleep. A secret I was going to take to my grave.

He looked at the picture, then gave me a look that made me go even redder-if that was possible-before his eyes turned back to the photo.

“Handsome. Who is he?”

“Just a guy,” I answered.

He raised an eyebrow with a restrained smile.

“Like… I have this huge crush on,” I said.

He sighed as he came and sat beside me.

Then he asked, “What’s going on, Ari? Ariella, what is this? Why are you doing this? Don’t you want to be with me anymore? Is it because our engagement is so soon and you’re getting cold feet? Have you changed your mind about being my wife? What’s going on? Why now?”

He looked at me as if he wanted me to see, to understand.

“You know, you make me so stressed out thinking about you being this way. You’re not this… I know you’re not this way. What’s going on, Ariella? And please, no lies. Just tell me the truth.”

I didn’t want to talk about it, so I decided to be brave.

I was being very brave these days.

I took his hand and then slowly put it on my thigh. His eyes immediately went toward my face, questioning me. But I didn’t look at him. I took his hand and started moving it slowly, tenderly, on my thigh-not going farther, just playing with it there, up and down, up and down, up and down—until he couldn’t take it anymore and pulled his hand away from me.

“What are you doing?” he asked, but his voice was different. There was an edge to it.

I knew that he was fighting himself and what he wanted. And before he could get another word out, I pounced on him and pushed him on the bed, straddling his thighs on top of him. Then I crouched down and kissed him.

At first, there was no reaction, but I kept kissing his lips, tracing them with my tongue until he opened up and then kissed me back. I took his hands that were lying limply on his sides and placed them on my ass. And then I went back to kissing him, tracing his face, touching his hair, and he responded as he started caressing me,

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fondling me.

I was just about to lose my mind as I let go of his lips, sat back on his thighs, and went toward my T-shirt, about to remove it straight over my head, when his hands shot out and stopped me in my tracks.

He held both my hands in one of his arms as he took the T-shirt back and placed it over my body, making sure I was covered all over. As he did that, I looked down, and I could see that he was rock hard between us.

This had an effect on him. He wanted me. Maybe all I had to do was push farther.

And just as I was about to raise my hips and sit on top of his hard member, his other hand went toward my waist, keeping me in place. He was breathing harshly and he wasn’t looking at me anymore.

I started grinding myself on his thighs, hoping for a reaction.

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