Claimed By The Mafia Don (Ariella and Asher) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

I curled my fingers in his belt and held his gaze as I opened the buckle. The clink was the sound of my last wall crumbling. Gripping his zipper, I pulled it slowly down, terrified and aroused. Then I paused.

Asher bent low, his mouth brushing my ear. “You are playing with fire.”

Forcing down my nerves, I turned my face, bringing my own lips to his ear. I kissed his ear and then trailed my tongue over the rim. He exhaled and pulled back so he could look at my face, and the look in his eyes, almost made my knees buckle. For a second, I had him. But Asher wouldn’t be Asher if he didn’t know how to take his power back.

He grabbed his pants and pulled them down together with his boxers. His erection sprang free, and Asher braced himself against the wall with his hands on either side of my head. I stared down at him and sank back against the wall. He was long and thick and impossibly hard. I tore my gaze away, only to be hit with Asher’s penetrating stare.

My cheeks blazed with heat, and Asher smiled as he leaned forward, trailing his tongue over my heated cheekbone. I stood on my tiptoes, curling my fingers over Asher’s neck, pulling myself up and against him. His hardness rubbed against my naked stomach, and he groaned a low, dangerous sound.

Asher tipped my head back, his lips brushing mine. My throat tightened, but Asher kissed me hard, not allowing me to dwell on it. He hooked one of my legs up over his hip, opening me up. His fingers brushed my centre, and then two fingers breached my opening. Pain shot through me. I ripped myself from his mouth, tensing, a choked sound bursting from my throat.

Asher stilled, his fingers deep inside of me. He regarded me intently, almost curiously. My chest heaved as I tried to grow used to the stretched sensation of having his fingers in me. Asher touched his

forehead to mine.

“Tell me you want this.”

“I want you” I whispered.

Asher kissed my lips. “This is me trying not to hurt you. You will know when I want to hurt you.”

He pulled his fingers out and then slid them back in. My muscles clung to him, and I exhaled. He held my gaze as he established a slow rhythm. I leaned my head back against the wall, never averting my eyes.

Asher’s dark eyes dragged me deeper and deeper down into their abyss. Pleasure slowly replaced the feeling of being stretched. I began rocking my hips, causing Asher’s erection to rub over my belly.

His breathing deepened, but he kept up pumping his fingers into me at a slow pace, watching me, his other hand clinging to my outer thigh. A deep throbbing spread from my centre and I gasped, and not from pain this time. Asher’s thumb flicked over my nub, and I splintered from the inside out, into thousands of particles filled with sensation.

Asher watched me hungrily, almost reverently, and I smiled, not even sure why. I was still reeling from my high when Asher pulled his fingers out and grabbed my other thigh, lifting me up, my back against

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the wall, my body trapped between it and his chest. And I knew what he wanted.

My hands flew up to his chest, resisting. When his erection brushed my inner thigh, I gasped out,

“Wait!”

Asher’s dark eyes flew up to mine, angry, incredulous… but he did pause.

“Not against the wall,” I said quietly. This will be the last time I would have him this close and I wanted something different.

The anger lessened. He hoisted me higher so my legs wrapped around his middle, and my center pressed up against his six-pack. Then he walked with me out of the bathroom and into the bedroom and kissed me. I dug my nails into his shoulders and battled his tongue.

We hugged and kissed and suddenly we were on the bed. Asher knelt between my legs, shoving them further apart, his mouth harsh against my throat, and I became still, soft, scared. This was it.

Asher stilled above me and raised his head. Our eyes met. I don’t know what he saw in mine, but he cupped my cheek, startling me. His kisses became light, gentle, almost caring. So wrong in this circumstance given everything….

His fingers stroked my breasts, my side, oh so gently, and his mouth… his mouth dusted me with loving kisses. Even though I knew them to be false, How could he still feel the same about me? I knew I was supposed to shove him away, to put up a fight but I kissed him back. I was weak when it came to this

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