Taken By The Mafia Lord

They were not good at all.

Arianna realized that early in the morning.

Marcel put her in her room last night, nor was there evidence or a sign that he had spent the night by her side at all. He must have left after he put her in bed and she wasn’t happy with that.

As if that wasn’t enough, one of the staff came to inform her that Marcel wanted her all dressed up for the breakfast with Adele and Aziz and that made Arianna see red.

Was this how it was going to be between them from now on? Moreover, she wasn’t his toy that he could summon whenever he pleaseth. She had the power to make her own decisions and one of them involved disobeying his orders.

Arianna would have ignored him completely, but she remembered Adele and the guest coming over and didn’t want to give them the impression that she and Marcel were an unhappy couple.

Well, if this continued, they would be one soon.

So she grudgingly took her bath and dressed up. Since they were having guests over, Arianna chose a champagne satin slip dress with spaghetti straps, accompanied by a trench coat to keep away the breeze since it was getting colder these days. Arianna was looking casual yet chic and after a few touches on her face, she was good to go.

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Arianna had to admit that she dressed up intentionally for Marcel. That is if the asshole would put away his anger enough to notice and appreciate her appearance. God, she hated them being this way.

Done, Arianna went in search of Marcel and when she didn’t find him in his room, she knew instinctively that he would be in her office. Her heart clenched when she saw his perfectly made bed because just a day ago, they were messing around in it. How could they go from good to bad in a twinkle of an eye?

His office was busy with soldiers coming in and out, carrying out his orders, but it wasn’t any of Arianna’s concern as she added a sway to her hips while walking.

Marcel was busy on his phone and had his back turned to her, but the force acting on the both of them must have tugged at him and he turned to see her walk into his office like a goddamn goddess that owned the place.

“Knock, knock, am I welcomed,” Arianna said, making a show of knocking and that was when Marcel blinked, realizing that he had been staring at her for over a minute.

Marcel mentally slapped himself and quickly summoned every piece of control he had left in him. Arianna looked so hot and tempting in that dress that his cock hardened instantly and he had the greatest urge to forget the reason they were fighting in the first place and simply bend her over his desk and fuck her till she’s begging for mercy.

It was a good thing that she had that trench coat that would hide her wicked curves from the prying eyes of the guests he was expecting soon. Adele’s friend or not, he would deal with any bastard that dares to look at his woman the wrong way.

“Am I going to remain standing forever?” Arianna gave him a mean moue when Marcel still didn’t give her response. However, she couldn’t deny the fact that the way his gaze roved over her body made shivers dance down her spine – and it was in a good way.

It was nice to know that even while they were fighting, the attraction between them sizzled. They said distance made the heart fonder, perhaps it was working.

“Knock yourself out,” Marcel said coldly and turned his back to her, continuing his call.

Bastard! Arianna glared at his back. How could he be so heartless?! As cold as ice even while she was showing remorse?!

Arianna let Marcel work. She didn’t want to bother him and come off as an annoying girlfriend. If they had a fight, they would resolve it like two responsible adults, she was determined.

However, Marcel must be vexing her on purpose because his calls never ended and as soon as he was done with one, he started with another. The worst part was that he wouldn’t even look at her as if he couldn’t deal with her right now.

But then, he couldn’t ignore her forever and her patience had a limit – and it had run out. Arianna tossed her purse on the seat with great annoyance and strode over to Marcel, snatching the phone from his ear. She didn’t care who was on the other line even if it was the president of the country.

Marcel’s eyes blazed with fire at her action and he opened his mouth, about to spew out profanities when Arianna wrapped her arm around his neck and crushed her lips to his.

Marcel stiffened for just a moment before his lips moved smoothly with hers. Arianna pushed him back so his back hit his desk and pinned him there while she deepened the kiss, their tongues tangling and dancing to a tune of their making.

However, Marcel was not a man to be dominated by because he switched their position in the twinkle of an eye and pinned her there instead. His knee was wedged between her legs, rubbing against her clit while she ground on him.

He dominated her with his tall, sturdy body, and even with the pad in between them, the friction sent delicious tingles to her body and she moaned into his mouth which he swallowed greedily.

He caught the back of her head and forced her to remain in his grip as he ravaged her lips. Catching her strands, he yanked it hard and she yelped in pain just as he increased the pace. It must have been the pain, because the double stimulation threw her over the edge, and she came with a loud moan, her eyes rolling to the back of her eyes.

Marcel finally eased the brutality of his kiss and she answered him with the same passion until they both pulled back, panting for air.

Arianna traced her face with her hands before pressing her head to his.

She missed this.

She missed him.