Taken By The Mafia Lord

425 A Taste of Him

Marcel was teasing her, Arianna realized when he tugged on his waistband and wouldn’t let her see the real deal. She almost released a frustrated sigh, but Arianna wouldn’t make it seem like she was the most eager out of the both of them.

So she controlled the slow warmth burning its way down to her core, her hands grasping the edge of the ceramics harder. Thankfully the surface wasn’t wet else her hands would have slipped by now with the way she was holding on tight. However, her clammy hands told her she wouldn’t be holding on for long.

Marcel had switched to the warm water now and the fog forming around him made the sight more enthralling as if this was a strip show. Arianna didn’t know what he was planning, but no show could compare to this one she was watching.

The asshole called her boyfriend must be testing her patience because he grabbed the shower gel and lathered the loofah and began to wash with his boxers on, hiding the prize she wanted him to unveil so much. And God, he was killing her.

“You look uncomfortable,” Marcel asked, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he stood under the shower head, washing away the sod off his body. He turned around and she was able to see the hard contours of his back, his firm bottom that she dug her nails into while he fucked her madly, and of course, the exquisite drawing of Samson on his body, and she drank it all in greedily.

He was like a Greek god, strong and powerful, and Arianna realized how privileged she was to be watching this Adonis have his bath. She had a feeling that none of his past girlfriends had been given a treat like this one because Marcel was a very careful human being and would never lower his defenses in front of someone he doesn’t trust, or know their capability.

She was only capable of stealing his things right under his nose not attempting the suicide plan of trying to kill or attack him. Marcel would snap her neck before she thought of it and whether he loves her or not, he would never forgive her betrayal.

The moment Arianna had been waiting for finally came when Marcel bent down and pulled down his pants, never standing up until he stepped out of the material. So when he straightened up, Arianna was staring at his hard-on that was standing at attention, and her breath hitched in her throat.

Marcel’s gaze never wavered nor stray off her face as he stood proudly in the stall, facing her and naked as the day he was born. Arianna looked at his huge manhood, reliving the way he had stretched her fully, and honestly, it was quite hard to believe it fit inside of her. No wonder her body felt as if he split her into two when she woke. Her core throbbed and she looked into his dark, lustful eyes daring her to make a move.

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Oh, he didn’t believe that she could.

So Arianna pushed away from the sink and then sashayed towards him, her eyes never leaving him even to blink until she was in the stall, stepping closer to him till their bodies were touching and she was drenched in the shower as well.

Marcel’s eyes widened honestly when she made that move, he had not expected her to stand up to the challenge and thought she would make him come up to her and convince her instead. It seems his little siren was growing bolder by the day and he was fucking proudly of her. And for sure, now she took the bait by following him into the bathroom, there would be lots of fucking.

Arianna didn’t know where the courage came from but she had thrown shame out of the window the moment she arrived in this stall. Hence, she rubbed her wet clothes against his body and purred, “You called me here. Here, I am,”

Marcel’s gaze darkened and he grew achingly hard for her when she ground against him and took his mouth in a hard kiss that robbed the breath out of his lungs. She was not a Luciano, but she had the qualities that made one, brave and confident, especially when she reached between them and took his member in her hand, running her hands over his head. Yeah, she would make a good queen by his side – a queen that would bring him down to his knees with the way she was holding him.

A sharp hiss expelled from Marcel’s lips when she caressed his tip, devouring the sound he made in the kiss while he grew bigger in her grasp, fascinating her. Her hand ran up and down his length, squeezing tight and he groaned causing her to part from the kiss and drop to her knees.

Arianna ran her tongue over the head of his dick tentatively as if trying to figure out how to work this thing but that was enough to make him growl, proving to her that she was doing it right.

Then she drew him into her mouth and Marcel let out a husky cry, this siren before him would be the death of him. Even as the shower drenched both of them with its warm water, it didn’t stop Arianna who sucked and licked him as if her life depended on it. It was her first time having a taste of him and she was delirious for more.

Arianna remembered the way he worked her clit so she dug her nails into his thigh pulling him closer and taking more of him while her other hand grabbed his firm bottom, liking the feel of him.

He was not going to last, Marcel realized as she took him harder into her moist, warm mouth and so his hands were suddenly in her hair and yanked hard, controlling her rhythm as he began to move his hips, fucking her mouth.

Arianna gagged and sputtered as his dick went down her throat and when he pulled back, he came, spilling most of his seed into her mouth with the rest of it, trailing down her lips and chin. But her tongue jutted out and licked the rest off her lips as if she didn’t want them to go to waste and Marcel swore he had never seen anything as erotic as that.

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