Taken By The Mafia Lord

What was that outburst in there? Why was she even angry? That he forgave his current interest, Winters, so easily while he caged her! Refused her freedom! Just because she stole from him and she was Elijah’s girlfriend who stole from him as well.

Wow, this was all fucked up. Since Elijah stole from him, what would he do to him once he gets him? Surely, Marcel was straight and wouldn’t have the young man chained to his side as well, right? Quite hilarious to think of.

“Arianna!”

Annoyed, Arianna spun around but she miscalculated the distance between her and Marcel and didn’t realize he was very close to her. Hence, when she turned around, she ended up bumping into him and all fell back. Marcel did the first thing that called to his instincts, he reached out and caught her.

Afraid to lose her to the ground, Marcel unintentionally pulled her up with quite a lot of force and she only ended up being secured to him.

With his arms around her waist and their bodies pressed together, Arianna’s heart picked up speed. She could feel the heat emanating from Marcel’s body. His musky, earthly, and male scent infiltrated her nose and made her feel a bit heady.

Her head on his chest, she could feel his pounding heart and of course, feel the hard muscles of his chest that she was tempted to run her hands over. Or maybe, she could...

She was surely playing with fire but Arianna was no longer thinking straight when she placed her hand on his chest and slowly ran her hand down his chest. And it was to her utmost satisfaction when she saw his chest rise and fall, his breath deepening.

.....

She glanced up at him in fascination, “You like this,” She whispered while feeling his muscles through his chest.

“Arianna....” Marcel called her name, his last line of restraint threatening to snap.

But Arianna clearly wasn’t listening because her gaze locked with his gray eyes that were beginning to grow with hunger and asked him, “Tell me then, what of mine? What do you like?”

Marcel tilted his head as if saying no and Arianna thought he was going to reject her ridiculous suggestion until she felt his hands on her back and waist beginning to slide lower and her heart rate increased, already having an idea where this was going.

His large hands traveled down and cupped her bottom, squeezing tight with no mercy and she gasped softly, heat pooling in between her legs. This was wrong, yet right at the same time. It was confusing and yet exhilarating. How could she feel two extremes at the same time? And now, between the wrong and right, it would be determined by which emotion was stronger. The guilt or the excitement.

Done groping her bottom, Marcel arched his eyebrows at her as if to say, “What now?”

And what now was that Arianna wrapped her arm around his neck while the other reached into his hair and threaded through his blonde locks. It was soft to the touch and she wanted to yank at it during passion – like that day in the kitchen. She wondered if he had felt pain or pleasure when she did that.

“You said we should be friends?” Marcel reminded her of the line they were currently crossing. They were hanging on a dangerous precipice and all it required was just a push and they would plunge to their death. Only if it was death.

“Maybe....” Arianna breathed, trailing off when her hooded eyes caught sight of his lips. His lips were full and luscious, how hadn’t she noticed it until now.

Or maybe, she had, but just never gave it her full attention until now. Arianna had never felt an urge to kiss human lips as strongly as this one – sadly, even when she had been with Elijah.

Kissing Elijah had been sweet and Passionate but it had never been all-consuming as her urge to kiss Marcel right now.

“Maybe...” She took another deep breath, yet was pulling him closer by the neck, “Maybe, we can continue being friends after this.”

There was a flash of disappointment in Marcel’s eyes and Arianna saw that which is why she quickly said, “I know it is selfish of me to request that, to play with your resolve, but please Marcel...” Her lips brushed across his and electricity passed through them.

Arianna sucked in a sharp breath while Marcel’s grip on her waist tightened to the point they were almost bruising. She peered up at him through lowered lids, “Please, Marcel.... Just a taste,”

Marcel did not reply but his hand cupping her face was action enough and she shut her eyes, waiting to feel his warm lips on hers.

With their lips barely touching, the both of them broke apart instantly when they heard someone shout, “Marcel!”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” Winters stumbled upon the scene and looked between them, “Am I interrupting something?”

Marcel opened his mouth to say something but Arianna interrupted him, “No, you’re not.” She didn’t even look Marcel in the eyes as she said, “I was just about to leave as I intended initially,” And with that, she left without Marcel chasing after her.

“You said nothing was going on between the both of you,” Winters said as soon as Arianna was gone.

“And that seems to be your business, how? And what was that during lunch, Young lady?” Marcel asked sternly, she was not getting out of this one easily.

“Well, what do you think I was doing if not helping you secure your fair lady?” She said loudly.

“Okay, wait – what?!” Marcel looked at her in shock, “You did what?”

Winter walked up to him saying, “With your experience, I thought you would have made her yours already, but here you are, moving around in circles.”

“Well then, I’m sorry to disappoint your progress but Arianna doesn’t exactly like me. She’s in love with her boyfriend, not me. I am just a distraction for her. ” He confessed.

“Doesn’t like you or doesn’t want to admit she likes you? Those are two different things and trust me, Marcel, that lady clearly likes you else she wouldn’t want to snap my neck into two.”

“You purposely taunted her,” Marcel realized.

“To help her see clearly.”

“Which is not working -”

“I object to that considering you both were about to suck each other’s lips had I not interrupted.”

“Exactly, why had you interrupted? That last kiss would have been Comforting,” Marcel complained.

“Oh, don’t worry, that won’t be the last.” Winters declared.

“What?” Marcel didn’t believe her

“Why are diamonds a fortune? Because they are rare? Why kiss her so easily when you could make her crave for the very feel of it. Remember what is gotten easily cannot be appreciated. So why don’t you put up a little challenge? Why make yourself so little, O great Marcel or has the mighty fallen?”

Exactly, when did he become such a whelp.