Taken By The Mafia Lord

Music recommendation for this chapter - 99 luft ballons - Kaleida (atomic blonde soundtrack)

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The sound of her failure was very loud. Everywhere had gone dead silent and nothing was heard except the sound of their rough breathing.

Arianna looked at Marcel, although she had lost, she hadn't made it easy for him either and that was evidenced by the sweat running down his face. The both of them stared at each other, their chest was heaving heavily as a result of the fight.

It was at that moment that Arianna realized their proximity, the both of them were on the floor and Marcel was lying directly in between her legs.

Fuck.

It was embarrassing considering that they had an audience, but for unknown reasons, Arianna didn't rouse or stand up, no, she didn't want to and waited for Marcel's reaction instead.

Marcel stared into her green eyes and was lost in there, it was beautiful. But that was until his gaze flickered down to her parted lips and the air between them became charged. She was gasping for air but those lips seemed to beckon him and he wanted to have a taste. His gaze returned to her face and he knew that she felt that too. So he leaned down slowly.

Arianna had to admit, she wanted him too. At that moment, the people watching them didn't matter anymore, all she wanted was the feel of him on her lips. So when Marcel began to lean down, she made no effort to stop him.

Her heart began to pound loudly and blood rushed to her head as his luscious lips neared hers. She was filled with anticipation and couldn't wait to taste him - and he wanted to taste her too. She could see it in his eyes as well. Marcel never broke eye contact with her as his lips came closer and closer until they brushed against hers. She shivered, her eyes closing instinctively.

However, that was all.

Arianna didn't get the kiss she wanted and even the brushing of his lips against hers stopped and she opened her eyes to see Marcel pulling away from her. Huh? What was going on here?

Disappointment filled Arianna, however, before she could ask the sudden questions in her head like why he didn't take the chance to kiss her? Marcel stretched his hand to her and she looked at it suspiciously before calming down and took it.

He pulled her up.

That gesture was followed by loud applause from his men and Arianna didn't feel as embarrassed as she thought she would be. Yes, she didn't win but Marcel's men were impressed by her guts. She didn't back down like the spoiled princess they took her to be.

"You did that on purpose didn't you?" She referred to him taunting and calling her a coward.

"You needed to be fired up and I decided insulting your pitiful ass would be the best approach," He said smugly.

"Well, thank you, motivational speaker," There was sarcasm in her tone, "But I still lost," she reminded him.

"Yeah, that means the deal is over." He declared with no room for negotiation and Arianna knew she couldn't let that be.

"Marcel..." Arianna blocked his path when he tried to leave. She laughed nervously, "I still tried. I can do it. You can just forget about the wish part and..." She looked sideways and noticed the others staring and then came closer to whisper to him, "send me to your father's place,"

Arianna didn't know where the courage came from but she stepped closer to him till their heated bodies were pressing together and then placed her hand on his chest while biting on her lower lips.

Yes, she had seen moves like this win men over and was hoping she would seduce Marcel into agreeing to the deal. Crazy, right? Yeah, she must have finally lost her mind after staying here for far too long.

Unfortunately, even after all of her effort, Marcel said to her, "Sorry, but in this organization, you prove yourself and earn your deals,"

"Also…." Arianna gasped, her eyes going wide when he suddenly grabbed her butt and ground against her, earning a shout of "oohs' ' from his men. She went red in the face.

"I told you, Arianna, you touch me? I touch you too," And with that, he left, leaving her confused, mortified - and horny. Not that she was going to admit it.

Arianna stood at the spot, her feet glued to the ground. What just happened? And what was that pulsing sensation in between her legs? She took a deep breath. She had to calm down.

Marcel had a smirk on his face as he was leaving when he heard her shout, "Fine, give me a second chance then!" He stopped and turned to her with a raised brow.

What had come over her? Arianna didn't know, but one thing was for sure, she can't let this opportunity pass her by.

"Same deal but we take it up tomorrow, instead. After all, you popped the whole fight me thing out of nowhere and I wasn't prepared,"

"And you think you would be prepared tomorrow?" Marcel found it hard to believe. What could she do differently tomorrow? She was simply not a match for him. And this was better anyway. He would not have to worry about her getting injured in the process of saving her sister.

"Yes, I would," Arianna said, her head lifted proudly.

"You know I don't do second chances, Arianna. Fine then, what would I get out of it?"

"What?"

"I'm a busy man, yet here I am, making time for you. It can't be in vain, I have to be compensated." Marcel had her in his trap.

Arianna gritted her teeth yet there was nothing she could do. This was more important to her.

"Fine, what do you want, Marcel?"

He said cockily, "I want many things from you, Arianna, and of which, you might not even be able to grant. So I suggest you make the deal yourself. Give me something worth my time," He gave her the power to decide.

Arianna thought about it, what could she possibly give to Marcel that would make him agree to this deal. She had nothing.

"Seriously, what do you want? How about I give you a lap dance?" Arianna suggested jovially and regretted it at the last minute when she saw the glint in his eyes.

"Deal."