Taken By The Mafia Lord

467 Lord Marcel

For the first time in his life, Marcel found himself fumbling like a fool. He hasn’t even been this nervous since the first time he had sex as a teenager and lost his virginity. Heck, he hadn’t even remembered that night because he had been drunk out of his mind, and the barbie that decided to keep him the company had been his first initiation into sex life. Compared to Victor who did it at age sixteen, he had lasted to his eighteenth year. But that was not the point

The point is that he hasn’t even felt the kind of nervousness he was feeling now but excitement. Marcel knew what was going to happen that night and he was eager to taste it out – and so was the older barbie. Not that the barbie knew that he was younger because thanks to puberty and his background, Marcel was dripping testosterone at the age of eighteen. He had stocked up muscles in the right places and girls were simply attracted to men with the bad boy vibe, knowing they were forbidden fruit and like Eve, they wanted a taste.

The sex was just wham! bam! Thank you! At least for the first session, because when they went for more rounds, Marcel had been grateful to have engaged in this educational session because he learned how to please a woman, not that he still remembered much anyway. The “lessons” never stopped over the years and with more of them, he learned how to behave around women and get any woman he wanted – into his bed. But not anymore.

Even though he told himself that Arianna would appreciate the freedom and escape from the base, Marcel still didn’t know if she would like this cheesy gesture, all thanks to Victor. Left alone for him, Marcel had no idea of romance and stuff like that, because he never saw an affectionate marriage play out between his parents. And the romance he saw on television didn’t touch him at all; he ruled it out as stupidity. People were God damned bored and would come up with anything to keep them entertained.

Women love money, right? So he decided to dazzle Arianna with a show of his wealth. If she could love both him and his money, then it was a dream come true. At least, if something happened along the line and the love Arianna has for him turns into hate, she would stay for the money. Yes, even if she hates his ass, she would stay for his money. It was a nice plan and strategy, he was delighted inwardly.

Marcel put much attention into his appearance tonight and even styled his hair he liked to leave untamed. His objective was to look like a prince from far far away and had come to sweep her off her feet. Women buy that shit, right? So he would be her prince charming tonight and let her do whatever she wanted with him. If Arianna wanted the world, then God help earth because he would hand that even to her.

The nervousness grew with each minute he waited for her arrival, then suddenly, the door opened and there she was, his gorgeous siren looking as if she made a brief stop at the ocean before gracing his invitation tonight. In one word, the wait was well worth it. Marcel drank her in greedily as he stared at her green sequin dress, the color of her eyes. The dress had sleeves and hugged her curves with a split in the middle giving him a tempting view of her thigh.

Arianna didn’t notice him but he did first and Marcel decided to use that opportunity to appreciate his woman.

It was just an innocent look but his dick hardened and Marcel cursed under his breath, grateful for the table in front of him hiding the sudden boner. His gaze was hungry as he thought of peeling those clothes from her body when they got home, no, he loved that particular dress on her. Maybe, he would simply push her up against the wall and take her there, while her pointy edge of heels dug into the butt. That would be heaven on earth.

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Wonderful, Marcel chided himself as the ache in between his legs only grew and he suddenly wished there were just both of them here and then he could bend over their table and plunge into her till she’s screaming and moaning his name in passion while her tight pussy clenched his shaft.

God, he must be a sucker for pain, Marcel groaned, wanting nothing but to shut his eyes and get back an ounce of control but Arianna turned in his direction and he smiled at her, waving her over. She sashayed towards him and he eyed the sway of her hips while his cock obeyed anything but the word, “calm down”.

Arianna stopped in front of him, and Marcel almost forgot to snap out of the dirty reverie he was engrossed in. He quickly moved to her side and helped her sit before returning to his side.

Seated, Marcel cleared his throat, saying, “You look quite stunning tonight, my lady, even the stars dull in comparison to your beauty tonight.” He flattered her with a polished tone.

Arianna smiled at him, “Well, aren’t you quite the flatterer, Lord Marcel,” She decided to entertain him.

Right now, it was just the both of them, Lord Marcel of blah blah and she, a humble aristocrat who have gone on this date thanks to their families arrangement.

“It wasn’t a flatter, my lady, but a sincere appraisal of your magnificent beauty,” He said with his brows arched, daring her to continue with the game

She chuckled richly, “I’m honestly thankful for your compliment, Lord Marcel -”

“It’s Marcel,” He interrupted her.

“Huh?” Arianna wondered if they were still into their role-play or if it had ended quickly and she didn’t even know.

“You don’t need to stand in formality with me lady Arianna, and would rather hear you call me by my name, you make it sound sexy.”

Arianna gasped, her hands placed on her chest in mock shock, “That’s quite scandalous, Lord Marcel.”

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