Taken By The Mafia Lord

349 Look At Me

“Jesus Christ!” Arianna screamed as soon as she stepped out of the bathroom only to see Marcel right awake and waiting on her bed.

“You scared the life out of me,” Arianna told him without hiding her annoyance. She was not ready to die yet.

“You are clearly not dead,” Marcel retorted, standing up to his full length with his hands in his pocket and Arianna forgot how to breathe because he was shirtless. Holy Micheal...

“A-hem!” She intentionally cleared her throat, while dragging her eyes away from his chest. Whatever attraction that was between the both of them had to die. Her head was back in the game now.

“How was your night?” Marcel asked her.

“It was fine,” She lied straight to her teeth. How could she have slept well when the nightmare ruined her morning already.

Arianna walked around Marcel and reached for her bed, beginning to arrange the sheet. To make her surroundings less awkward, she started up a conversation between the both of them, “You know, it’s not funny sneaking into my room like that?”

“I own every room in this place,” Marcel said, watching her. Since Arianna entered the room, she refused to look him in the face, and that slightly annoyed him.

He drove all night from another state just to share the morning with her, but then, it was beginning to seem like this was a huge mistake. However, Marcel kept on having hope, who knows, it must be one of her hormones acting up. Perhaps she’s in her period or something?

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“Then you should live in all of them at once,” Arianna rolled her eyes at the statement. Marcel had his back turned to her and her eyes mistakenly caught on his hard, tampered muscles and she nearly drooled at the sight.

Arianna was tempted to run her hands over the exquisite drawing of Samson on his entire back. It was so beautiful and made him look more powerful – majestic. But Marcel turned around at the last minute and she took her eyes off immediately.

Her heart was pounding hard in her throat and her hands shook but Arianna steadied it. She took a deep breath and managed to calm down. Stop behaving like a woman in heat, she chided herself.

Arianna moved over to Marcel’s side to arrange that spot, but the moment she was within his reach, he pulled her to his side.

“Why do I feel like you’re avoiding me?” Marcel asked, scrutinizing her with furrowed brows.

“M-me?” Arianna laughed nervously, pointing to her chest, “No way,” she laughed again.

“Then look me in the eyes while talking,” He told her

“What?” Arianna breathed shakily. She laughed it off, “Why are you being so weird? Stop it, Marcel,”

But Marcel was having none of that. He reached out and grabbed her chin. However, he didn’t make any further movement nor did he lift her face, instead he said to her through gritted teeth, “Look. At. Me. Arianna.”

Unable to disobey his orders, Arianna flexed her jaw and then hardened her heart before lifting her face. But no matter of preparation could stop the current that zapped through them when green eyes connected with heated gray ones.

Marcel was agitated when she wouldn’t look at him, hence there was a little fire in his eyes. But that red fire in his eyes turned into dark red ones full of burning lust when they continuously stared at each other.

Arianna shivered down to her spine, “No, Marcel don’t – !”

Her cry wasn’t loud enough because Marcel had already closed his lips on her and she couldn’t breathe. No, she forgot how to breathe as he kissed her hungrily. It was consuming and quite intense.

Arianna tried to push him away but her touch might as well have been encouraging because she only ended up touching his chest. She felt soft to the bone as Marcel kissed every form of resistance out of her body.

Unable to fight him any longer, Arianna responded passionately, returning his kiss eagerly. Her hand wrapped his waist, pulling him closer and Marcel groaned to that, as if thanking her for a job well done.

Marcel then pushed back with her, and her leg hit the bed. Arianna lost her bearing and fell on the bed with Marcel on her, their lips still hungrily joined together.

They clung to each other as if holding on for dear life while Marcel parted her legs with his thigh. They broke apart for air and Marcel went to trailing kisses down her neck. Arianna sucked a sharp breath, her back arching off the bed, but not for long because he pushed his weight back down on her.

Their mouths met again in a kiss and it was by no means gentle. It was as if they were making up for the sexual tension between them the past week.

Her full lips were warm and soft, Marcel nibbled at her lower lip and the feeling was both arousing yet infuriating to Arianna. She dug her hand into his silky blonde hair and yanked it tight, letting him know that she was unsatisfied with his teasing.

Marcel ground his thigh against her excited clit and she moaned loudly, he quickly swallowed the sound into his mouth. Her grip on his hair tightened, hinting she needed more.

So Marcel increased his pace, grounding against her harder and harder while she moaned his name, the sweet sounds that should be heard, vibrating into his own mouth.

Her body tensed up, unable to take it anymore. Arianna brought her lips down upon his shoulder and bit him hard, forming a hickey as her climax took over. She was breathless for a moment, her eyes shut until the glorious moment passed away.

Her body went limp, utterly satisfied and there was a smile at the corner of her lips. She slowly opened her eyes to see Marcel grinning as well, but that didn’t last for long.

It was as if her dream somehow merged with her reality and Arianna suddenly saw a bullet hole in the middle of Marcel’s head, the blood dripping from it and spilling on her.

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