Taken By The Mafia Lord

He had never loved tears, they frightened him seeing that was all he was reminded of each time he thought about his mother. As a kid, Marcel lost count of the number of times he saw his mother crying in secret and that traumatized him knowing there was nothing he could do to change that.

In one word, tears frightened him and now that Arianna wouldn’t stop crying, he was left anxious and in confusion. He had promised never to make his woman cry like his father did and yet he failed miserably. Arianna was crying and it was all his fault.

“Don’t cry, my love. The blood you see on my body are more of my enemies than mine,” He tried to comfort her.

Arianna tried to stop crying, really tried to, but the aching in her heart was too much and it seems the dam holding them back all this while broke at the sight of the battered Marcel. However, hearing that the blood on him was more of his enemy than his, calmed her down a bit and she was able to ask, “W-hat happened?”

“Gang war,” Marcel answered, brushing away the tears from her eyes, relieved that she was no longer crying, but the hiccups were another thing.

“Why?” She asked, eyes zeroing in on the bruise on his face. Yeah, that mother fucker had managed to launch that one before he ended him.

“I can’t discuss it while looking this way,” Marcel told her, finally letting go of her and beginning to work on his button, pulling the shirt off and tossing it at the corner.

Her eyes moved from the bloody clothe on the floor and then back to him, her gaze taking in his body and he appreciated the heat in her eyes as she swallowed. Even in this state, she still found him attractive.

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Her face went beet red when Arianna realized Marcel caught her looking and she forced her gaze to the ground. God, he must think of her as a horny rabbit.

However, a rich chuckle came from his mouth instead as he lifted her chin and told her, “You can stare all you want, princess. My body belongs to you.”

Her heart missed a beat at that sentence and desire shot straight to her core and Arianna clenched her thighs together to relieve the heat. Something was wrong with her, no, Marcel was doing weird things to her body.

“I need to wash the blood off my body,” Marcel told her and like a mindless zombie, she didn’t even realize she was following him until he suddenly stopped and she ran into his back, stumbling back with a yelp. Damn, he was all hard.

He looked at her brows raised in surprise,” You want to join me in the shower? Although I must warn you about the blood -”

“No!” Arianna shouted quickly, flustered. Damn, why was this place suddenly hot? However, a grin suddenly spread Marcel’s lips to the side as he saw her reaction.

So he tilted his head to the side, suggesting, “Or you can watch me?”

“No-” Arianna was about to reject the offer again when she changed her mind. Why should she be the shy one? Moreover, he was the one who proposed the idea, why shouldn’t she honor the invitation?

“Fine. If you say so, Marcelo. ” Arianna said with a sultry voice, switching on to her seductive mode. She had nothing to be ashamed of, after all, she and Marcel had done it all already and she had seen all there is to see. Moreover, she had to prove to him that she wasn’t as innocent as he pegged her to be.

Marcel’s smile broadened with a glint in his eyes that held promises and her body tingled in response. Alright, focus on not making a fool of yourself, Arianna!

He took her hand and led her along, and Arianna tried not to look at his bloodied shirt at the corner and be reminded of the fact she could have lost him today. What in the world happened?

As expected, his bathroom was spacious and modern, not that this was her first time coming here. Marcel finally let go of her and went into the transparent shower stall and turned on the dial, letting the shower head douse him with water while still in his pants. It washed away the blood from his body, the colored water swirling down the drain until there was not a trace of blood on him and that was when the fun began.

Marcel turned to look at her and she stared at his wet hair which was now in ringlets and she fought against the urge to just walk up to him and run her hands through it, soothing his scalp until he purred in satisfaction. But no, she was just here to watch, Marcel was not going to tempt her into that shower. So help her, God.

His hand went to his flyer and she gulped, her throat suddenly going dry and Arianna had to grab the edge of the sink beside her to support herself in case her leg decided to fail her, because she knew deep inside that Marcel was about to give her a run for her money.

He pulled his pants down languidly, giving Arianna enough time to stare at his powerful thighs before stepping out of the pants and kicking it outside the stall. He then stood to his full strength and Arianna forgot how to breathe.

Marcel was all male, hard and muscle, and her eyes greedily took in his ridged abdomen, the planes of his hard shoulder, and the deep V which doved beneath his boxers. And speaking of boxers, the material was so wet that she could see the outline of his ragging arousal and she shivered not from the cold, but from anticipation.