Taken By The Mafia Lord

"There's no use delving into my past, Arianna," Marcel told her and this time, walked across the kitchen taking note of the neat, equipped environment.

"Not when it's affecting the future, don't you think so?" She was not close to giving up.

This time, Marcel retraced his footsteps and headed towards him while Arianna took a deep breath, trying to brace herself for whatever he had in store for her.

He stopped right in front of her saying, "Drop it, Arianna. Don't look any further. Don't be like the curious monkey who had his head cut off while trying to see what was beneath the trap. Moreover, I'm not here to argue with you - we seem to be doing that a lot lately - I'm here to apologize for my attitude earlier. You do not deserve to be treated that way and you're right, I should stop smoking. I won't anymore, that I can assure you. But you have to start respecting my space as well, stop pushing me, Arianna. "

But Arianna snorted, folding her arms across her chest, "Whether you smoke or not, that's none of my....." She trailed off when it suddenly hit her. Arianna's eyes grew into suspicious slants as she stared at him intently saying, "You're leaving, aren't you?"

He nodded, putting his hands into his pocket, "I'm going on a business trip and should be back tomorrow."

"Should?" Arianna took note of that word, "Not would?"

Marcel's lips tugged to the side, "Why? Are you worried about me?" He teased her.

"In your dreams," She looked the other way when his heated gaze connected with hers. Arianna hated it when he looked at her that way.

It was annoying, why was she even worried about him? If anything happened to Marcel, it was to her advantage because she would finally have the opportunity to leave this place, start a new life and forget everything Mafia-related.

Arianna doesn't have a family anymore, anyway. She'd go somewhere no one knows her and lay low so they don't find her. She would have to give up on her dream of dancing but her freedom was much better than that. Dreams were numerous and she would surely pick up another thing that interested her. But all of these would only happen if Marcel died.

But then, why doesn't she want him to die? His death would grant her the freedom she wanted so much and ever dreamed about. Or doesn't she want that anymore? No, Arianna did want her freedom, but not at the expense of her life.

What way then? He let her go? Yes, that, probably. But then, Arianna knew even without anyone telling her, that Marcel letting her go was like finding a needle in the dark. There was only one percent chance of that happening, out of a hundred.

"Are you sure?" Marcel said, coming closer to her than was required. Arianna faced him as her brows furrowed while taking steps back until she couldn't anymore because her back hit the counter.

"No, don't come any closer," Arianna told him, her voice wobbly and she hated herself for not being firmer than this. She was supposed to hate this man and not give him any chance at all. She wasn't supposed to behave like a female in heat.

"Are you sure?" Marcel said again, and she wasn't sure what he was asking anymore. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to regulate her breath when Marcel finally came too close for her liking.

"Because if I could remember clearly, you looked disappointed that I didn't kiss you that day," He reminded her of the first day of their bet, when he tackled her to the ground. The way he looked at her with those hungry eyes and she thought he would kiss and ravaged her mouth at that moment, without giving a fuck to his men watching them. The scene looked hot in her head and God, why was she thinking about that for crying out loud!

Marcel noticed her silence and took it as a cue to go on, "Don't tell me you haven't thought about why I didn't kiss you right there and then when it looked like the both of us needed it?"

"You're talking rubbish," Arianna said, and tried to look away but he caught her chin and made her look at him.

The breath was knocked out of her lungs when she saw the heat in those gray eyes that darkened. Arianna gulped, she wasn't sure she wanted to handle the fire inside there. No, she was afraid to handle it, knowing that it would only consume her.

He gripped her chin, not really hurting her, but caressing her skin instead and that did funny, fluttering things to her body. His face inched closer as he said, "Well, guess what? It was for this moment."

She gave him a pointed look, wondering the hell what he was talking about.

But Marcel smirked, the full-toothed grin he gave whenever he ensnared his prey, "I was building anticipation."

"W-what?"

Unfortunately, Marcel managed to wedge a thigh in between her legs and she let out a soft gasp before looking up at him with those wide, innocent eyes. Arianna looked so enticing especially when she bit down on her lower lips that he grew so hard he wished to have his d*ck in her pretty mouth and discover the wonders she'd bring him to.

"M-Marcel…" She tried to protest.

"Shhh," He shut her up, pressing his thumb across her lips before his eyes flickered down to the pouty, red mouth.

She must have noticed what he was staring at as well because a little warm breath left her mouth, sending tingles to the finger on her lips. One thing was for sure, she was clearly affected by what he was doing to her.

So he dragged his thumb across her lips and she trembled as if she was at his mercy. Well, she indeed was. First lesson on the act of seduction, giving your prey the illusion that they had a way out when they really don't. Arianna was not escaping him tonight.