Taken By The Mafia Lord

He was still in the middle of his thought when Arianna leaned into his body, and trailed a finger slowly down his chest. Glancing up at him, she said to him with pouty lips, “So…. what do you say?”

Marcel looked at her and swallowed. This was unfair to him. How could he resist her when she was looking at him with those sexy eyes? He was not ignorant not to know what she was offering him, but then a part of Marcel’s brain was still functioning. And the thought of Eric catching him in his home, fucking his stepdaughter did not exactly appeal to him.

He grabbed her shoulder to pull her back, “Arianna, I don’t think this is a -”

“I have a good plan.”

“But still, I -”

“Don’t you want this?” Arianna tempted him by grinding her body against him and his breath caught in his throat.

She leaned towards him and just when Marcel thought she was about to kiss him, Arianna turned her face at the last minute and whispered into her ears temptingly, “I know you want this,” her voice had dropped to a lower, sexy octave.

Arianna withdrew from him with a powerful smile knowing that she was in control here. He couldn’t resist her. But what she never expected was for Marcel to turn her without warning, pushing her into the car and her back hit the cold metal, a startled gasp was drawn from her lips.

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He was in her space at once, his lips brushing against her own causing her to part her lips while her back arched unconsciously. Arianna waited with anticipation to feel the firm press of his warm mouth, but Marcel moved his lips to her ears and said instead,

“What’s the plan here?” He kissed the tip of her ear instead.

Arianna shut her eyes with a deep sigh. She shook her head mentally, having forgotten that she was a vindictive partner. In her point of view, Marcel was so childish. She reopened her eyes and placed her hands on his chest, creating space between them as the aching desire in her core eased away as if doused by cold water.

“For starters, pack your car further down the street where none of them would be able to suspect a thing when they return.” She directed him and Marcel did as she ordered. He had to trek back to her after packing his cars yards away.

“What now?” Marcel asked with his hands on his waist. “What do we do about the guards? They would be sure to tell Eric or Natalie of my presence.” He pointed out.

Arianna told him, “Don’t worry about it. I made a good work of my time here by befriending most of the soldiers and they can do me the favor of keeping your presence tonight a favor.”

“Oh.” That was all Marcel said and Arianna raised a brow at that unenthusiastic response. She had been hoping that he would be impressed by her efforts.

“Why do I feel like you don’t like this?” Arianna asked him, studying his expression.

“I’m just wondering about the numerous men I would have to deal with for looking at you the wrong way.”

“Ugh,” Arianna rolled her eyes and grabbed his arm, pulling him along. Marcel could be so overdramatic sometimes.

Getting to the entrance, the gate was opened for both of them and Arianna walked in, giving a thumbs up to the soldier who smiled back at her in response. Sadly, that smile died off his face when the soldier turned to meet Marcel’s murderous glare.

The man swallowed at once, cold sweat forming on his forehead and he focused on closing the gate while Marcel’s hostile gaze lingered on him till Arianna dragged him away.

“No,” Arianna stopped Marcel when he tried to go through the front door. She quickly explained to him, “There’s a camera at the entrance and I don’t doubt Ezra would be playing around with the footage.”

She continued with a tinge of pride, “I have studied all of the camera’s blind spots and we should be able to avoid being captured.”

“Good girl,” Marcel ruffled her hair playfully and a blush crept up her cheeks. Arianna smiled bashfully.

She then said, “All you have to do is follow my lead.”

Marcel saluted her, “Aye, captain,” He grinned at her.

Pushing the fluttering butterflies in her stomach and her fluctuating emotions to the back of her mind, Arianna focused on the mission at hand. They went through the backyard and Marcel never for once took the lead from her. He obeyed every of her instruction till they successfully sneaked through the kitchen into the main house.

When they got in, Arianna made sure everything was clear before leading Marcel up the stairs that led up to her room. Knowing that she wasn’t the only one that lived on that floor, their steps were light and measured till they found her room.

Arianna opened the door and helped him in before she went in and locked the door behind her, leaning against it as she tried to catch her breath.

“That was so close,” she breathed, her heart still racing. She lifted her gaze only to see Marcel looking at her with a strange look.

“And you were awesome out there.” He complimented her and a blush formed on her cheeks again. Damn, why was she blushing a lot tonight?

But that was all Marcel had to say because when she looked at him again, his pupils were dark as pitch and the atmosphere in the room shifted and two steps were what it took Marcel to cover the distance between them.

He then cupped both of her cheeks with his palm, her lips already parting open as his mouth swooped down on hers, kissing her breathless with her eyes shut. Their lips molded together, his tongue gaining entry when she opened up to him. Arianna couldn’t stop the lustful moan that escaped her lips and she let go of her grip on the doorknob, wrapping it around his waist instead and pulling him closer to her body.

His warm tongue played with hers, his hand holding her head still as he devoured her lips, pressing her impossibly further against the door till there was no space between them, their bodies flush against each other. They only parted for air, Arianna was breathing heavily with a flushed expression when he took her lips once again in a passionate kiss.