Taken By The Mafia Lord

"I never took you as a smoker," Arianna said, her arms wrapped around her chest as she scrutinized him, "Is that your new habit to combat the stress?"

"And you didn't leave. I told you, I want to be alone." He said, putting the stick in his mouth and leaning against his desk.

"And you didn't answer my question," She demanded an answer.

"I'm not a chronic smoker, Arianna. I just take it once in a while, especially when I need to concentrate hard and you're not doing me any good by being in my way," He told her, searching for a lighter on his desk.

It was just as she said, Marcel was not a regular smoker else he would have his lighter on him. However, before he could reach for one, Arianna had already snatched the cigarette from his lips to his surprise.

"Don't smoke, it's not good for your health." She warned him.

He snatched it back from her, "I never intended to live long on this fucking earth anyway. With what I have done, it wouldn't surprise me if I live beyond my fifties."

"Your father is in his fifties already and from what I've heard so far, you're a saint compared to what he has done. So don't end your life before it's due." She tried to take it back but he seized her hand.

"You don't seem to fear me anymore," He tugged on her hand as she stumbled forward, falling on his chest.

By the time Arianna discovered what was going on, she took a step back but couldn't walk back much since he had her chin in his grip and there was little space between them.

"Just like now, you have been disobeying me a lot lately. If I wasn't mistaken, I would think that you have made yourself comfortable here." He smirked.

But Arianna reminded him, "Don't be mistaken, Marcel, or be deceived by my kindness because I'll be leaving here the moment I get the opportunity without turning back."

"Is that so?" Marcel murmured, his other hand coming down to caress her collar bone and she shivered.

"I was not wrong to call you a siren then. On the surface, you look so beautiful and enchanting, but beneath that captivating look, is a devouring soul, luring hundreds of unsuspecting sailors to their death." He said, while still caressing her shoulder and loving the way her chest rose and fell to his touch. For someone claiming to be in love with his nemesis, Elijah, her body was sure attuned to his.

"I see that you know your fairy-tale well, Marcel," Arianna said calmly, appearing to have a collected font when her body was truly In fact an internal mess. She worked on regulating her breathing first of all but he was not helping her. Arianna could only take long, deep, breaths as if there wasn't an abundance of oxygen in the air.

"However, you're no innocent sailor, Marcel." She told him to his eyes.

His lips lifted to the sound, "What am I then if you do say?"

"The devil living amongst men," Was what she called him, "You parade yourself as one with the sailors, but your role is to watch them come to destruction without as much as a warning to them."

He lifted her face and drew closer such that Arianna had thought he would kiss her, but all he did was whisper into her ears," In that case, I guess the both of us aren't so different after all. One rules the sea and the other, the world. Intriguing, isn't it?"

He drew away, but not without taking her earlobe into his mouth and nibbed. Arianna shivered terribly like one with a fever as a wave of pleasure coursed through her. She pushed him away at once knowing how much her body betrayed her with him around.

Marcel laughed at her gesture, "Sure, run away like the chicken you have always been," He mildly called her a coward for always running away from what she desired, "At the very least, you're leaving me and I get the peace I wanted in the first place."

"Yeah, you would have your peace after I saved you from a potential lung cancer in the future!" Arianna retorted, mad at him for reasons she didn't understand. She wasn't even sure if she was mad at him or herself.

"Being a goody-two-shoes does not fit you, Arianna. You don't care about me, let's leave it at that." Marcel dismissed her.

"Yeah, sure, let's leave it at that while I go have fun with your men," She grinned knowingly, "I seem to have become a celebrity around here after beating your ass yesterday." Arianna taunted him.

However, what she didn't expect was that Marcel would reach out with lightning speed, and press her against the desk, trapping her there as he growled warningly, "You would not go near my men."

"And In that case, you must be fucking out of your mind. You leave me here, bored out of my mind, and play me around whenever you wish to, and you tell me not to socialize around? You might as well, just put me in a prison, or you tone down your possessiveness at the very least. A prisoner has rights as well, get that into your fucking head! " She poked him on the chest and pushed him away to create space between them and he let her be surprisingly.

There was a short silence between them but the tension was thick and pulsating. Anyone could see the attention between the both of them even though they fought against it.

"You would not flirt with them," Marcel commanded her but Arianna rolled her eyes towards heaven.

"You are not my dad and for the record, you don't tell me what to do."

"Is that so?" Marcel met her determined gaze, and she nodded without fear of him snapping her neck for disobeying his order, "Sure, go ahead, flirt with anyone you like, I'll just cut off their heads and present them to you on a platter of gold come tomorrow morning. I'm sure you would love breakfast in bed with their heads as decorations on the wall, right?" He grinned sinisterly.

Arianna took in a shaky breath, she had a feeling that Marcel meant every word he just said. So, as much as she would love to taunt and test his threat, she couldn't have anyone's death on her conscience.

She gave in.