Taken By The Mafia Lord

Arianna could never win against Marcel because he stood for violence and strength and everything else she couldn’t do. But then she was good with the walk of the gods aka dancing. And the one goddess she decided to be, was the one that could bring him to his knees.

As much as his cock was being, well, a cock, right now, Marcel knew he had to concentrate on the battle. Arianna already scored one point – which she couldn’t do yesterday until she came up with this method and needed two more to go neither was her time up.

Marcel knew he couldn’t lose, he would not get the end of it from his men, especially his cousin. He had always reminded Victor that his love for women would be the death of him. Hence, you can imagine what happens if he – Madxdl- can’t get his head in the game because of same woman.

Yeah, you get the point.

Although Marcel could live with that, Victor would probably forget all about it when a new sensation comes up, but he couldn’t lose that lap dance. He would reap immense benefits from it and he would get to touch her all he wanted without getting hit nor does he need to ask for her permission.

A deal was a deal.

Hence, Marcel was serious when Arianna approached him. She didn’t attempt to charge at him blindly like yesterday but danced towards him. It was distracting, like fucking distracting with her swaying hips, but his mind was made up this time.

So when Arianna threw a punch his way, he caught her palm and seized it. She groaned, trying to pull away but he intentionally held on tight, taunting and showing her that she was no match for him even with her petty tricks.

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Annoyed, Arianna tried to punch him with her free fist but he caught that one as well and he tugged her closer and she stumbled forward.

Arianna stood in front of him, still trying to free herself all to no avail. And all this while, Marcel watched in amusement, and almost looked like he was bullying a child. Well, she was a child. What was she thinking trying to challenge him?

Unfortunately, that “child” had pretty amazing tits because his gaze couldn’t help but land on her chest. The sports bra didn’t hide the swell of her breast that seem to be highlighted by her struggles. Each time Arianna tried to pull her arm free, her tits seem to bounce and Marcel was so drawn to it that he couldn’t take his eyes away.

Marcel couldn’t call himself a “boobs” man and he loved doing some breasts during foreplay and sex, but right now, he was so fascinated with Arianna’s breast that he even zoomed in on the little bead of sweat traveling down to her cleavage. He was lost.

“Hey, mister,” Arianna called him, “Eyes up here,”

Marcel blinked, as if trying to break out of the spell and looked up. But that was the same moment he felt a sharp pain in his thigh and he had to let go of her, his face distorted. I

It was then that he registered Arianna just kicked him in the thighs, shockingly close to his crotch and he had a feeling that she intentionally missed kicking him in the middle. Thank God, maybe?

There was crazy jubilation in the crowd as soon as Arianna made that mark. Everyone had thought that the battle would end with the pretty face scoring only one point – she tried nonetheless. However, Arianna surprised them by scoring one more.

At this rate, there was a chance she might really win this thing. All she needed was to hit him once more before her five minutes were up. As if to signal that her time was slowly running out, the previous song ended with a new one playing immediately.

“The motto,” blasted through the room and the song was welcomed by everyone in high spirit already. Although this was a fight Arianna, had turned it into a fun party and they were thrilled with the outcome. They had been sure of the winner in the beginning, but not anymore. That second hit changed the tide of the game.

“Come on!” Victor whistled in Arianna’s direction, “Get him, Arianna!” He showed his support which made Mimi who was by his side confused.

She turned to him, “Didn’t you say she could never win against Marcel?”

But Victor replied shamelessly, “I wouldn’t have been the first to bet my money on her if I didn’t recognize her potential!”

Mimi was dumbfounded.

Arianna went red in the face when she heard Victor shout his support while Marcel looked like someone just tossed shit on his face. What did he just hear? Wasn’t his cousin supposed to be on his side?

The tension was high in the air and this was the climax of the match. There were barely two minutes left and if she could hit him for the third time, she would win the deal. The victory was at her fingertip, she couldn’t lose.

However, Arianna knew Marcel wouldn’t make it easy for her either. With one stroke of luck, she could really win but Marcel would not let that happen. Whatever tricks she had been applying since the beginning wouldn’t work anymore. But a girl got to try, right?

So, Arianna danced over to him like the gypsy she was and wrapped her arms around his neck and he surprisingly let her. But she knew Marcel was alert and wouldn’t let her pull any surprises on him.

Moving to the tune of the music, she ground against the unresponsive man, all except, his calculating eyes. She would have thought he was a statue had she not gotten a response down there and a naughty grin curled her lips.

Slowly yet slyly, her hands reached and were about to trace his erection when he pushed her and she twirled away playfully.

But on a serious note, It seems, that getting that third hit wasn’t going to be as easy as she thought.