Taken By The Mafia Lord

66 I Love Him

She was his and his alone. The sound of her moan and whimpers, the sweetest music he had ever heard as he teased and worked her. He had never experienced a feeling so intense as this one and it made his blood zing. But that was until she came undone and his fantasies shattered.

Arianna was still relishing from the bliss of their sexual encounter that it took her a while to register that the man behind her had frozen up like the Arctic waters- unmoving and cold.

The temperature in the room dropped drastically and she felt goosebumps on her arms. Even when he slowly pulled his finger out of her wet fold in a way that aroused delicious shivers, she didn’t dare to moan. It hadn’t felt intimate at all.

If anything it seemed like someone poured cold water on her and the few minutes of intense pleasure has given way to an eternity of reality.

Arianna didn’t know what to feel anymore. For starters, she was shamed beyond the fact that she let another male touch her intimately, a male that wasn’t Elijah. And on the other hand, it dawned on her that she just used Marcel and that brute wasn’t going to like it one bit. She shivered violently.

“Marcel...” She whispered with no clue what to do anymore. Was she supposed to beg him or just shut up altogether?

But he wouldn’t talk to her yet his gaze was intense and boring a hole in her back. Sadly, there was nothing much she could do, not with her hands tied in front of her and it was a real pain trying to look over her shoulder – or maybe she was just frightened to look over her shoulders with her hands untied. If he tried to kill her, she could put up quite a fight with her hands free.

So she demanded, “Untie me,”

And that did it.

.....

Arianna let out a shriek when Marcel flipped her over to her back with great speed, his hands coming to clamp down on her throat as he began to choke her.

“I have never been humiliated in my twenty-six year of existence until now,” Marcel said in a whisper, however, his face was where his anger concentrated the most.

He looked like a beast, his face distorted with anger; veins protruding from his neck and temple while there was a sudden wildness in his gaze that scared the hell out of her. Arianna was sure this man before her didn’t have a soul.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you right now?!” He growled at her with an intensity that should have made her shut her eyes in terror and wait out his anger.

But Arianna had a nasty temper in the first place and snapped at him regardless of his suffocating grip on her neck. She had a voice too.

“You were the one who couldn’t keep his hands to himself and I’m the one who decides who I let into my mind!”

And yep, she did it! Good work, Arianna.

A cruel smile twisted Marcel’s face and Arianna’s heart slammed against her chest. Oh no, she panicked. What has she done? She realized when the adrenaline that fueled her emotions wore off.

Marcel sneered, “Since I’ve been labeled a pervert and used as a conduit to relish your lover’s memory, I bet we could do it once more. I want to see that fire burning in your eyes so I can snuff it!” There was the cruel smile again.

“No, no, no!” Arianna screamed in terror once his hands reached for the button on her shirt. There was no way on earth she was letting him touch her!

Marcel might have touched her the first time out of need, but it was not the case this time. This second round was for sports and she wasn’t an object for entertainment. He intends to humiliate her the way she hurt his pride by calling another man’s name when she was with him.

Well, what was he expecting?! Elijah was the one for her – he was the one in her heart. If Marcel had just let her be, it wouldn’t have come to this!

Arianna put up a tough fight, kicking him hard in the guts when he tried to grab her not caring how improper their position was or the fact her shirt had heaped around her waist revealing all that was beneath.

All that mattered was her survival.

Marcel was winded by that hard kick to his stomach but he had survived much worse plus the adrenaline rush didn’t give him the time to register the pain. His jaw ticked and his blood pounded so hard that he didn’t hear anything else, not her protesting cries because all he wanted was to teach her a lesson.

What was so special about Arianna that got under his skin? He couldn’t tell except the primal need to claim her.

Marcel had been intimate with many women yet it was nothing compared to when he was with Arianna. She pushed him! She challenged him! She made his blood stir! And he had thought himself lucky as he brought her to ecstasy until she called that name. And then anger filled him, Elijah took what was supposed to be his.

Seeing he was undefeated, Arianna tried to launch another kick but he caught her legs and pushed them apart, wrapping it around his hips and she couldn’t do any damage to him – except maybe pull him flush to the molten heat through her panties.

Arianna must have realized that as well because she stopped fighting, her eyes narrowed as she took in the precarious position they were in.

Even while they were fighting, she didn’t fail to turn him on. Arianna was really wonderful, Marcel snorted inwardly.

Perhaps Victor was right, she was a witch that would entrance him till he was nothing but pudding in her hands and if he was smart enough, he should run.

But he didn’t.

Living off the edge has always been his thing and Arianna seems to provide more than enough of that.

This was a dangerous game and the both of them were dangling off the edge of a cliff, Arianna gulped when she felt his hard-on against her entrance that was sealed by her red underwear – that was hardly even protection. She could feel him.

Her legs were wrapped around his waist and she didn’t know whether releasing them would make their position worse. However, the guilt returned when an image of Elijah flashed in her head, and clarity returned with it.

This was all wrong.

How would she react if she saw Elijah with a woman in the same position she and Marcel were in right now. The jealousy that clawed at her chest was all the answer she needed. She couldn’t even stomach the thought of it nor would Elijah if he could see them right now.

“No, stop it!” She told Marcel when he leaned over her. She tried to push him away with her bound hands that were in front of her.

But Marcel growled warningly at her as if he didn’t like being interrupted just before his lips landed on her neck and he sucked on the spot between her shoulder and neck sending delicious shivers down her spine.

“Oh my... No,” Arianna tried not to relish the heavenly sensation. As much as she didn’t like Marcel, her body liked him, way too much. She had to stop this now before her brain got muddled with lust once again.

“Marcel, please stop this!” She begged him, her voice much louder and firmer but the man in question wasn’t listening, he was lost in his desires.

He obviously didn’t agree to her terms because he rubbed against her entrance at that moment and a throaty moan left Arianna’s mouth, her back arching off the bed.

Holy God, the feeling was exquisite and for a brief dark moment, Arianna began to wonder why she was even fighting him off in the first place. Marcel could give her what she wanted – what her body wanted – and she had a feeling it was going to be worth it.

With the demonstration from earlier, Marcel knew how to bring her to a euphoria so great she might forget her name, unlike Elijah.....

Elijah.

Arianna finally remembered the reason she was fighting. She was fighting because she knew he would be back for her and she wanted to be worthy of his return.

At once, Arianna announced, “I love him, Marcel. I love Elijah,”

And that was all it took for Marcel to get off her with a string of curses – some of the languages he muttered, unfamiliar to her.

With his violent profanities, he strode past the flooded room and banged the door so hard the room shook.

Even with his absence, Arianna didn’t move. She laid on the bed crying till his staff rushed in afterward to clear the mess she had created without bothering her – well, all aside Redhead who laid down beside her as if comforting her.

She missed Elijah.

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