Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 442

ASHER

Silence filled the room. Ariella just stared at me. Then, without saying a word, she reached up and touched my face again.

Her thumb brushed over the bruise carefully.

"So...You picked a fight because of that?"

I smiled sheepishly.

"...Maybe."

She stared at me again, then she sighed.

"You idiot."

"I know."

"You scared me."

"I'm sorry."

"I thought someone had attacked you."

"I wish."

Her eyebrows shot up.

"You wish?"

"I would've preferred that."

She looked at me as if I'd completely lost my mind.

"Asher..."

"I know how to fight enemies. I know how to kill enemies. I know how to protect my family from enemies." I looked away. "What I don't know..."

My voice became quieter.

"...is how to stop feeling like I'm failing you."

The words hung between us, heavy and Honest. She reached for both of my hands.

"Asher. You are not failing me."

"I am."

"No."

"I am."

"If I were strong enough...You would've taken Leon to your mother's house tomorrow. You wouldn't have needed twenty guards. You wouldn't have needed armoured cars. You wouldn't have had to ask my permission. You would've just... gone."

She squeezed my hands tighter.

"That's what hurts.... I don't want my wife asking permission to visit her own mother because she's worried someone might shoot at her. I don't want my son growing up behind walls, and I don't want our home feeling like a fortress."

"I want..." I laughed quietly. "I want to take you to dinner. I want Leon to complain about homework. I want to walk with both of you through the city..... I want to stop checking exits every time we enter a room."

His voice cracked.

"And I can't even give you that."

Ariella stepped closer until there wasn't an inch between them. Then she wrapped both arms around his neck.

"You know what I want?"

"What?"

"You."

I sucked her tongue into my mouth, and she whimpered when I dared,

“Tell me to stop, my queen.”

But I knew she couldn’t. Not when my mouth sliding down her chin felt like bliss. My hands clawed her pyjama top, ripping it clean of buttons. They flew everywhere, wheeling at our feet. I picked up her breast through her bra and squeezed the underside, bringing her soft flesh to my lips.

“I don't think.... wait... oh god!....” The words ripped out from the back of her throat.

I sucked her entire breast into my mouth, licking away the pain every time she moaned, running my teeth over her sensitive skin. I know, I didn’t play fair. Her hands roamed my body, fingers disappearing inside my hair, greedily clutching my smooth skin and bulging muscles. I shoved her sweatpants and panties down.

A shiver bolted up her spine when I pushed her bra to her neck, my tongue lapping circles on her skin as it travelled south.

“Don't stop," she moaned, driving my head down to her pussy.

I used my thumb to stroke the slit of her dripping pussy, my mouth fastening on her clit. She released a desperate moan, arching her ass up, chasing my touch. She wanted this. She needed this. Conflicting thoughts circled her head, but I chased them away with a flick of my tongue.

“Poor baby.” My breath fanned her clit. “I’m going to take care of you....”

I darted my tongue out, rolling the tip of it from her ass crack to her clit. Her entire body spasmed with pleasure.

“I feel so empty.” The strangled confession tumbled past her lips. “I need you inside me.”

“I know, baby. I’m about to fuck you so deep, you’ll feel my cock in your soul.” She didn’t doubt it. There was no hesitation in her gaze.

Slowly, as soon as her underwear was off, I was in. I didn’t ease into her. I thrust home with my cock all at once, filling her to the brim. The sensation was so intense I nearly came right there. Fuck. Her muscles squeezed around me, milking my erection as my upper body hovered above hers. Our foreheads met on broken breaths.

“Hello there, my queen.”

She laughed, and all I could see and feel was desire. So much desire.

“Hold on to my shoulders.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m about to fuck the soul out of you.”