Taken By The Mafia Lord

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Arianna knew there was no going back when Marcel pulled the shirt off her, helping him slip it down her arm. Her eyes followed the action of the material falling to the ground and then her gaze was back on him and she forgot how to breathe.

Marcel’s grey orbs were darker but yet for some reason, they burned brighter and the air was filled with so much sexual energy that she couldn’t help but rub her thighs together.

God, the man was so sexy and appealed so much sex appeal that she bet any lady in her place right now would gladly take off her pants and wave in the air for him because he deserved it.

It was good to know that she was not the only one affected by the sexual energy saturating the air because his breathing was deep and fast, his gaze dropped to her chest, making her heart beat faster.

Arianna was not worried about the state of her bra because he was the man who got them for her and they were sexy. This was the first time she wondered what was going through his mind when he got them for her. Had he by chance... no, this was not the time to think about it.

Marcel lowered his lips to her nipples through her bra and she sucked in a sharp breath. Her nipples had already hardened to the point that they were like little rocks and poked hard against the material.

“Dear God,” Arianna shivered, her core heating up. He hadn’t even begun and she was melting like butter on heat.

.....

His hand went to unclasp her bra and as soon as her breasts were free, his lips waged their war against her nipple.

“Marcel!” Arianna moaned this time, gasping for air while her hands rested on his shoulder trying to push him away yet pulling him closer at the same time.

His lips sucked her nipple firmly while his hand found the other breast and started rolling her nipple between his fingers. He made a sound that nearly drove her to the brink as he swallowed, not only her nipple, but her entire areola into his mouth and pinched the other nipples hard, the pain exciting her.

Her toes curled in on themselves and her mouth opened but no words came out of it. Her panties were dripping with her wetness and she was engulfed with a need so intense that Arianna didn’t even realize she was grinding against him while Marcel devoured her breast.

When he finally broke away, Arianna was the one who pulled him back up and smacked her lips against his, kissing him hard on the mouth. Her tongue moved against his, trying to dominate his, but all they did was duel against each other until they both came up for air.

Marcel leaned his forehead against hers before kissing his way up to her neck and nipping her ear before whispering to her, “I thought I could wait until Clara’s case was settled, but I don’t think I can anymore. I must have you, Arianna,”

Arianna shivered, knowing what he was asking for and didn’t know what to answer him. She was not going to lie, Clara bothered her, not to mention that the doubt that Marcel’s feelings for her were genuine still lingered at the back of her head. Does his feelings for her stem from the challenge of getting back at Elijah?

Aside from that, what if after all of this, he still gets married to Clara because she was not ready to become somebody’s mistress.

Arianna was not the one to destroy a couple’s happiness – even if they don’t love each other. Once Marcel gets married, he doesn’t belong to her any longer, and she would not cause pain to another woman for the fear of karma.

Moreover, when she loves, the man’s going to belong to her alone. There was no sharing till death did them apart. God, she can’t possibly be thinking of spending the rest of her life with Marcel? Arianna was stunned by her thought. Well... it can’t be that bad...

“Arianna,” Marcel called her once again and she realized that she had been lost in her thoughts all this while.

This was the point of no return and he was asking her to make a decision. It was either he proceeded or he halted his plans, it can’t be both.

Arianna looked Marcel in the eye, as much as the future was uncertain – and dangerous – this was the present and she couldn’t destroy the moment. So she gave him her response by kissing him gently on the lips but Marcel pulled back.

His hand went to her cheek, “I need your words,”

Oh, these men and their words. The men here took words of the mouth seriously and Arianna knew he wanted to make sure that she knew what she was doing – what she was getting herself into.

Arianna stepped closer till their chest was touching and she could feel his hard erection through his pants poking into her side. For someone determined to stop if she didn’t want that, she wondered how he would take care of that.

“That seems like a problem,” She said instead of answering his question. Marcel didn’t look down but she was sure that he was hyper-aware of what she did to his body because his breathing changed when her hand gilded over his erection.

She traced the tent, somehow marveled by the sheer size of it as the virgin she was, while Marcel stood incredibly still that one might think that he was strapped to a bomb about to detonate.

“Tell me,” She said, “If I say no, what would you do? To be precise, what would you do about this problem?” She hinted to his member, touchinghim more firmly and Marcel gritted his teeth, expelling a hiss. He looked like he was in pain.

“Answer me,” She demanded.

“I would let you go!” His answer was more of a growl as his frustration grew.

“Then what?” She arched a brow at her, knowing that can’t be the end.

“Then I would touch myself.”

“And?”

“While thinking of what I would have done to you.” Marcel looked as if it pained him to say those words. Guess, he finally got what it felt like to not be in control.

Arianna let out a smirk, having gotten her answer. She said cheekily, “Let’s turn that to reality, then.” She gave him her response, “Don’t stop Marcel.”