Taken By The Mafia Lord

He was dressed in a pure cotton z-black color shirt that hug his figure and fitted him perfectly. The long-sleeved shirt was designed with some unique thread and had collar pin on a collar and paired with black pants that showed off those ass – that she stared at it a little too long. His blonde hair was brushed back making him look elegant and as much as the clothes looked good on him, Arianna knew it was his confidence that distinguished him. The man was alluring as hell and no bitch was getting her claws on him.

Sensing her gaze on him, Arianna turned around and froze and her stomach did a double flip knowing that he was entranced by her beauty. Perhaps, because of the intensity of Marcel’s gaze, it boosted her confidence and Arianna added a sway to her hips as she walked the final flight of stairs and proudly stepped towards him till she was standing in front of Marcel and he still hadn’t said a word.

“So...?” She tipped her head to the side arrogantly, waiting for his compliment or something. However, that gesture only drew his heated gaze down to her chest, staring at the deep V of her dress, giving him a clear view of her cleavage and perhaps a bit of the soft mound when she puffed up her chest.

Marcel couldn’t take his eyes off as he took in the rest of her body. She applied make-up and styled her hair to rest on a side of her shoulder and perhaps Arianna might have overdone it considering this was just a party happening right outside but this was her night and it was equivalent to a birthday party, meaning that she had to outshine everyone in attendance.

She waited anxiously for his response as if her life depended on his answer, and when his mouth opened as if to breathe, she was over the moon, chanting in her head, “Say it! Just say, I look good!” She was eager.

However, Marcel breathed, “No.”

“Okay,” Arianna smiled until it clicked in her head, her brows furrowing in confusion, “Wait, no – what?”

“It’s not happening!” Marcel growled.

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She frowned, “What is not happening, Marcel?”

“You dressed like a walking temptation and expecting to go to that party where every man out there would ogle and eyefuck you like a delicious lamb amid wolves. That’s not happening, Arianna and no man gets to look at you that way except me!” He said with a tone of finality.

But Arianna rolled her eyes towards heaven as if he was talking fucking bullshit, ” You never hit me as a possessive man, Marcel.”

“Well, I’ve always been one, I hope you know that and get your ass moving,”

“Get my ass moving to where?” She didn’t like where this was heading.

“To change of course,” He said as if she was nothing but a child that needed to heed his command.

“That’s not happening,” Arianna stood her ground.

“Arianna!” He warned her gruffly, telling her that his patience was slowly thinning.

Arianna threw her hands in the air in reckless fury, “Gosh, Marcel! I can’t believe you’re making a big deal out of this! It’s just a dress and anyone can stare as long as they want, it’s not like they can lay a hand on me, anyway,” Honestly, she didn’t even get why they were even arguing about this.

But he glared at her in response, the heat in his eyes only increasing, “Well, it’s a big deal to me and I won’t stand still and watch any asshole conjure lustful imagination of you or even masturbate to it. That’s not happening, Fidanzata, so I suggest you go up there and change, that way, such imagination never happens,”

“But you were the one who get me the dress!” Arianna argued.

“For me. Only for you to wear for me. Not them.” He pointed out.

Arianna stared at him hard but she knew that she couldn’t challenge Marcel, he was an alpha male and it was in his nature to resist her. But then, she was an alpha female as well and she was not going to bow down and stroke his male ego like that. She had no control over people’s imagination and even if she dressed in cardboard, Men would still think shit. So why shouldn’t she look good just because her boyfriend was goddamn possessive. No, that was not going to happen.

“Fine,” Arianna said and Marcel breathed in, the tension leaving his body as he thought that she submitted to his decision. However, she huffed, “Enjoy your party then,” She added flatly, “without me.”

With the anger coiling inside of her, Arianna turned to leave only for Marcel to grab her arm and pulled her to his side.

“Let me go!” Arianna struggled against him only for Marcel to tip her chin up and silenced her with a kiss.

No, she can’t fall under his spell. Since she didn’t agree to his command, Arianna bet he was trying to seduce her into accepting his will. She can’t let that happen. So she fought hard against him, but that only made Marcel kiss her brutally, exerting his masculine dominance on her.

Marcel kissed her senselessly till every form of resistance left her body and she was moaning, clinging to him, and craving for more as her body hummed with desire. If this was Stockholm syndrome, then Arianna was a goner because Marcel was now branded deep in her soul and she wasn’t sure that she could function without him.

They parted when they couldn’t deny their need for air anymore and Marcel looked at her with eyes dark with desire she shivered. His lips were swollen with smudged lipstick and Arianna bet she wasn’t any better off.

Marcel reached out and rubbed his thumb across her lower lip and a tingle swept through her body. She looked at him with her lustful eyes just as he lowered his lips to whisper into her ears.

“Fine, you would keep the dress but would not leave my side till the end of the party. And God helps me, Mio Caro. My darling. If any man as much as sends any wrong look your way, I would pluck out his eyes, and that one would be on you.”

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Note: There’s an illustration of Marcel’s shirt in the comment box.