Taken By The Mafia Lord

"What's scandalous about it?" Lord Marcel asked with no trace of shame, picking the glass of wine in his hand and leaning back into his seat, "The fact that I'm attracted to you and want nothing but to sink myself in your marvelous cunt?"

He held her gaze with that hard look in his eyes and Lady Arianna found herself unable to breathe. Her expression was flushed even though her lips were slightly parted in horror. She thought Lord Marcel was a gentleman, even her family had been sure of that before they sent her on this date.

However, Lady Arianna remembered her home training and the fact she was supposed to remain chaste and pure till her wedding night. She chided him at once,

"That is inappropriate, Lord Marcel!" She has heard whispers of what a man and woman did behind closed doors, but to think that Lord Marcel was quite vocal and vulgar about it, shocked her.

"Is it?" Lord Marcel smirked, ensnaring her with that gaze once again that made her feel like she was nothing but a prey in front of the predator,

"Aren't you curious about it?" He leaned closer, trying to tempt her with that sweet promise.

"No," Lady Arianna snapped out of it, "My family must have mistaken what they thought of you. I would need to inform them that their judgment of you is wrong."

But Marcel was not least disturbed by the threat. If anything, he dropped the glass of wine on the table, his lips twisting to the side as he said, "Poor judgment, or not, why bother about it when at the end of the day we would get married, my lady?"

Lady Arianna didn't answer, seemingly confused and unable to come up with a response. She has encountered vile men and to think Lord Marcel was one of them made her feel disappointed? She was expecting better…. not this sexy man that was tempting her to do something bad. The horrors, what was she thinking?!

However, as if the temptation was not enough, Lord Marcel suddenly took her hands in his, and though she tried to pull them back, he held onto them tightly and she was unable to pull away. He began to rub circles in the center as he spoke the same time,

"We're set to get married anyway, so what's wrong with performing our nuptials a little earlier than usual? Moreover, I'm sure you're curious to know what it feels like, my lady, so why don't you just agree to a night of passion between us?" He baited her, his gaze never leaving hers.

"And I guess this is the point where you charm the ignorant lady and she would end up in your bed, isn't it, lord Marcel," Arianna was taunting him this time as she burst into laughter. The play had been fun, but it was time to return to reality.

"What do you think, Lady Arianna," Marcel couldn't help but join in her laughter as well and they weren't exactly subtle because a few heads turned in their direction, but they didn't care about the others. It was just the both of them that mattered at this moment.

"I never thought that I would say this, but I'm grateful that you weren't born in the medieval era else you would leave a trail of broken hearts," and girls shamed by society.

Arianna knew how the olden days worked and if the girls were not found bleeding on their wedding night, they would be shamed by the society - except, of course, they had a pretty understanding husband. But that was hard, considering the worth of women was determined by their virginity. Imagine Marcel deflowering a huge number of them and their bleak future in the search of a suitor. Damn.

"Nah, If I was born in the medieval era, I doubt I would be a lord but a pirate." Marcel said, thinking deeply, "I would prefer being out there in the seas than the boring stuff Lords do."

"Lords attend royal balls and host lavish balls at their manor," Arianna argued.

But Marcel grinned at her, "I can assure you that pirates throw far more exciting parties in their ship, although not quite lavish, but we're not restricted to upper-class demeanor and that's the fun of it. Freedom," Marcel breathed wistfully.

"Yeah, freedom," Arianna murmured, biting the inside of her cheek and trying to hide the sadness that tried to envelop her, however, Marcel saw it all yet said nothing.

Instead, he picked the menu and handed it to her saying, "I hope you eat nothing at the base before coming because it's a nine-course meal and we are going to have it all. Are you up for the challenge, my love?" Marcel said excitedly

"I never back down from a challenge," Arianna informed him, restless to begin and the tension from earlier vanishing as they fell back into the conversation.

"Tell me about your mother?" Arianna suddenly said and Marcel stiffened briefly, eventually relaxing when he found out she was merely curious.

"What do you want to know about her?" He asked.

Arianna pulsed her lips thoughtfully, "Well, first of all, I want to apologize for disrespecting your mother in the past," She referred to that time she angrily told him to go fuck his mother, "It was highly inappropriate and wrong of me."

"All forgiven," Marcel said, "Moreover, I know that you didn't mean it."

Arianna said just as a chaff moved to their table and began to serve them whatever was written on that menu - she hasn't been able to pronounce it. She swore those chefs did that on purpose just to confuse people like her and rob people like Marcel of his money. The longer the name, the pricer the food. Sigh.

"What was your mother like?" Arianna decided to start from there. This was a date and there was no way on earth that she was leaving here without knowing something personal about him.

But then, while Marcel and Arianna were having the time of their life, Clara was also heading to the same restaurant with her friends to have dinner and they had no idea of that.