Taken By The Mafia Lord

Arianna froze.

Her body stiffened for like a minute or so before she realized what was going on and was appalled. How dare he?!

Arianna tried to pull away but Marcel had a bruising hold on her waist and she couldn't pull away. His kiss wasn't gentle either, it was brutal - and arrogant.

He was trying to show her who had the upper hand here and he was winning. Marcel knew how much she loathed him touching her and yet that was what he did.

His lips were not gentle at all, his tongue invading her mouth and stealing the little air she managed to snatch. The more she struggled against him, the further aware she was of her body pressing against his and her breast squeezing into his chest.

His heart was pounding loudly and she could tell it wasn't from exertion but from the same desire trying to affect her. No, she can't lose control. Not now.

Thankfully, Marcel had to withdraw for them to be able to breathe. He broke apart from her, his gray eyes darkened with lustful desire that sent shivers down her spine.

"Y-you-!" She shouted, glaring furiously at him while trying to catch her breath, " How dare you -!"

But that was as far as she could speak, because he cradled her head and settled his lips over hers once again.

What the hell is wrong with him tonight? Arianna didn't have the time to complain because he was brutalizing her lips once again.

This neanderthal man?! Doesn't he know the law? This is assault! She would make him understand that - after surviving this.

As he shoved his tongue inside her mouth this time, Arianna snapped her teeth together intending to sink them into his tongue.

However, Marcel anticipated her move and just as she was about to execute it, he grabbed her ass and ground her against him with all of his strength. Arianna gasped and that was all the opening he needed to conquer her mouth, his tongue exploring every corner of her teeth and further.

Arianna moaned and he swallowed the sound, the tension finally leaving her body. She was unable to deny him any longer, swamped by too many emotions. Arianna was drained of all fight and right now, she just wanted to succumb to her body's desires.

This felt good and what's the use of fighting anyway when it would only push Marcel into exerting his dominance over her. So she gave in and her hands previously shoving against the muscles of his chest were now pulling him closer. She loved the feel of their body pressed together.

Unlike earlier when it seemed like Marcel was at war with her mouth, he eased the brutality of the kiss this time. It was intense and passionate and she kissed him back with the same feverish heat.

Their mouths were still locked together when he turned and pinned her against the table. She whimpered from the pain but he was quick to soothe her with his deep kisses.

"Marcel," Arianna moaned his name, digging her hands into his hair. Her heart picked up speed while blood rushed to her head. She was in heaven on earth and it was pretty crazy.

It wasn't until Marcel began to tug at the hem of her oversized shirt and the other trailed down her bare skin sending pleasure between her legs that Arianna began to understand the severity of what she was doing - and with who.

She protested by slapping his palm away and thankfully he didn't push her further, choosing to focus on the kiss and how it affected her body.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end because they eventually came up for air and Arianna came down from the cloud nine she had previously been on.

"You bastard?!" She screamed and lifted her hand to hit him but Marcel grabbed it. Arianna tried the other hand but he seized it as well and she was unable to get out of his grasp.

"Why don't you stop now with the pretense?" He told her.

"What?" Arianna couldn't understand what he was talking about, nonetheless, it sounded offensive.

"For someone who claims to be in love with her boyfriend, you sure respond passionately to my advances," There was a hint of derision in his tone.

"Let go!" Arianna was so full of anger. How dare he mock her? He was the one who seduced her and now accused her of being a pretender and two-timing? She had never felt this disgraced.

"Why don't you for once tell yourself the truth? Are you sure you really don't have feelings for me?" He incited her to give him an answer.

"I said let me go right now?!" Arianna screamed at his face fiercely. She was so embarrassed right now that all she wanted to do was to hide her face. She had been the fool to get carried away with the pleasure. What had she been thinking playing with fire and expecting not to get burned?

Marcel finally let go of her and though she didn't hit him, the look in her eyes made him wish she did. He didn't mean to push her this far, rather he wanted to show her she felt something for him and the both of them could build something better than the one she had with Elijah.

"Well, congratulations?" Arianna told him face to face, her eyes watering, "You've proven I'm what? A slut? A cheater?"

"No, that's not what I mean -" Marcel tried to explain but she cut him off.

"Well, what happens now? Are you going to take me to bed next to satisfy your male ego and rub your victory all over Elijah's face? Hashtag, I banged your girlfriend in my custody. Who knows, he might respond to that call much faster? You should try that," She was being mean on purpose.

"Arianna…. "

"Why? What are you waiting for? Should I help you in making a decision?" Arianna already had her hands on the hem of her shirt, ready to pull it over her head.