CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Asher hovered over me. A bulge tented his pants. He brought his fingers, coated in my juices to his mouth and licked them clean with a wicked smile. My core clenched, wanting more, completely mesmerized by the sensations slowly dimming in my body. My hand moved toward the waistband of his pants, desire clouding my judgment, but he caught my hand gently and shook his head.“No,” he said, firm but soft.I opened my mouth to argue, but he repeated it, a little gentler this time. “No.”Then he stood, reached for my hand, and pulled me to my feet. Without a word, he helped me fix my clothes, adjusted my dress, smoothed my hair, and brushed the sand out with such tenderness, that I didn’t know what to do with it. He was sweet. Warm. Gentle. It felt like he actually cared.And maybe he did.Still, I glanced down at the very obvious hard bulge he was trying to ignore. “That looks painful,” I said, nodding toward the tight fabric at the front of his pants.“It’s fine,” he said quickly.But I

All I can say is.... we didn’t sleep.We spent the entire night fucking. We were wrapped in each other, losing ourselves on every surface of that suite. The bed, the windows, the couch, the living area, the minibar, the bathroom… no corner went untouched. In Asher’s words, we were christening the hotel.At some point, as I lay spent, breathless and aching in all the best ways, I told him, “I am so happy.” And I meant it. Morning came, and though I hadn’t slept a single second, though my body was sore and worn out, I was deeply, overwhelmingly satisfied. Like I’d never felt before.It was Asher who prepared the bubble bath. He carried me inside like I weighed nothing because truthfully, I couldn’t move. I was exhausted. He helped me wash, gently, taking care of me like I was something delicate.After we cleaned up and got dressed, just as we were leaving the room, he pinched my ass and whispered, “Want to go one more round before we leave?”I let out a helpless laugh and bolted. I had

After we were done, we lay there in silence, our breathing still heavy, both of us staring up at the ceiling. I don’t know why I did it, maybe it was instinct, maybe it was hope but I reached out, searching for him. The moment my hand landed on his, I felt his reaction.He froze.Then, slowly, he pulled his hand away. It wasn’t rough, not forceful, but it was enough for me to feel the sting of rejection.Without a word, he got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I stayed there, still and quiet, pulling the covers up over my body like they could shield me from whatever that moment had just done. I listened to the sound of running water, imagining him under it, washing away what we just shared, maybe pretending it didn’t mean anything.When he came out, he was already dry, clothes in hand. He walked straight into the walk-in closet. I stayed where I was, wrapped up, watching the ceiling again, the ache in my chest louder now than it had been before.A few minutes later, he returned,

Asher shut the water off. I picked up a towel and handed it to him. My eyes moved down his body, then back up to his face and swallowed. I wanted him. I knew he wanted me too, we needed this...He dried himself, half-heartedly, then thrust the towel onto the ground. My eyes never left his as he advanced on me, gripped my hips, and lowered his mouth to mine for a hard kiss. His fingers on my waist tightened when I kissed him back. He began guiding me backwards, out of the bathroom and toward the bed. I didn't resist. My legs hit the bedframe and I fell backwards. The robe exposed my lower half, revealing that I wasn’t wearing panties. He breathed out harshly. His cock was already hard. I knew then, he wanted to finally be inside me.He looked at me, but there was only need in his eyes. He climbed on the bed and moved between my legs, then pushed them apart and lowered his body on top of mine. I sucked in a breath but didn’t push him away, or protest. He kissed me again, his tongue tast

I felt a warm blush crawl up my face.“Are you… are you going to work in that?” I asked, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.He glanced down at himself, white t-shirt, and grey sweatpants and shrugged. “That’s what I’m wearing.”I bit my lip, smirking. “Well, you’re going to leave a lot of women speechless.”His eyes glinted as he looked at me. “Are you speechless? Because you can’t stop talking.”He laughed, soft and low.“Well, then I guess you’ll be the fantasy of all those women today. They’re going to have a hard time concentrating… depending on what they do,” I said, rolling my eyes.He grinned, walking slowly toward me. “I just want one person to be distracted. Just one. So distracted they have no idea what to do with themselves.”I groaned and covered my face with both hands, trying to hide my smile. “Seriously? You’re really going to leave like that?”He stepped closer, voice lower. “Seems like you really like me this way. I think this might be my new go-to outfit