Taken By The Mafia Lord

363 Her Heart Was Breaking In Two

Marcel’s grip on her neck eased yet he didn’t take his hand off her throat entirely. His large palm still rested around her delicate throat, making her very aware that he could snap her neck in the blink of an eye.

The both of them heaved and Arianna dared to look up only for their gaze to connect. She released a shaky breath because the fire in his eyes had died to glowing embers and they were smoldering. Her lips parted unconsciously and his gaze flickered down to it, staring at her full lips with the impurest of thoughts. She could see it in his eyes.

Arianna’s breath thickened when she noticed the physical anger Marcel felt earlier had turned into a physical hunger. – a hunger she too desired.

Suddenly, his grip on her neck turned sexual as his finger trailed down her neck, caressing her collar bone and watching the soft rise and fall of her chest with fascination.

Then his eyes were back on her as he drew her closer, tilting his head when their lips were close to meeting. Her eyes shut on their own as she anticipated the meeting of their lips, but it never came. What is going on?

Her eyes flickered open and she was surprised to see that Marcel was just standing there, his lips barely inches from brushing across her, but he wouldn’t kiss her.

Arianna looked at him questioningly, why wouldn’t he kiss her? But all he did was clasp her cheeks while his thumb reached out and brushed across her lips, a shiver traveling through her body.

She sucked in a sharp breath, feeling a heat spread from her lower body and her legs almost gave out. He grabbed her waist and pressed her closer against his body. Arianna felt her head swirl, what was going on here? If this was seduction, then it was working.

She looked at Marcel, their lips were so close that she could feel the heat and all he needed to do was to lean down and their lips would meet in a union, yet, why wasn’t he doing that?

.....

“Is this a game?” She breathed, eyeing his lips.

“Yes.” He responded to her surprise because her eyes grew wide.

Marcel went on, “Yes, this is a game where you are the one to make a move from now on. If you want me, you take me. If you want to kiss, then you take the kiss,” He said, then let go of her.

Arianna was dumbfounded as she watched the scene unfold before her eyes. She missed the heat and the feel of his body. But most of all, she craved his kiss.

Marcel stood a step back under her watchful eyes, “No more games, Arianna, if you want me, you would have to come and claim me.” He told her squarely in the face.

Arianna frowned, having understood what Marcel was trying to do. He was trying to make her choose between him and Elijah. He wanted her to make a choice.

“That’s unfair,” Arianna told him, “You can’t just spring this up on me out of nowhere.”

“No,” Marcel corrected her, “What is unfair is you using my feelings and leaving me drained. I’m sorry but I can’t be that outlet for the release of your desires anymore. If you want me, then choose me, but if you don’t, then don’t blur the line. You come here looking all pretty and expect me to do what, kiss you on the lips and say what? You look gorgeous? You did a nice job? No, you do far worse things to me than you know. You ruin me, Arianna! You bring me up only to crush me down, giving me the most miserable death! So no, I can’t do this anymore. It’s either me or nothing for the both of us.” He said with emotion.

Arianna stood on the spot, stunned. She had never thought of it that way. It had been harmless fun, and he seemed to have been up for it. He even benefited from it, right?

Fuck!

Marcel liked her!

He really liked her?!

She really mean something to him?

It finally dawned on her.

When Arianna first came to know of Marcel’s affection for her, she hadn’t taken it seriously, simply thinking that he had a mere soft spot for her. After all, Marcel was engaged and moreover, he was captor. This could be a game, his method to try to use against Elijah, just the same way she intended to use him and get out of here.

Their attraction had been harmless fun and for Arianna who was testing such waters for the first time, it was fascinating, and in the end, she wanted to know more – feel more. But then, it escalated and her emotion got deeper than she wanted.

Arianna opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. What was she going to say? Sorry? Sorry for what? For willing kissing him all those times without meaning? For wanting to have sex with him just because he was up for it when in reality he wanted more? All their games of cat and mouse had meant more to him than she thought.

When Arianna didn’t say a word, Marcel reminded her, “All you have to do is to just take a step....”

Arianna looked down at the little mocking space between them. The space didn’t mean anything to him, all Marcel needed was her action – her action of choosing him.

Honestly, she wasn’t going to lie, Marcel does move her heart and she was tempted to accept the offer. But then, she promised Elijah and wouldn’t want to disappoint him. What if Elijah came back to get her and instead sees that she has cuddled up to the enemy? That would be very shameful.

Hence, Arianna sidestepped him and left without looking back, having a feeling she would change her mind if she dared to look at him .

This was the best decision, right? Yet, why did she crumble down in tears as soon as she came into her room? Why was her heart breaking in two?

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