Taken By The Mafia Lord

"I guess it's time for bed then!" Arianna rushed into the room before Marcel and threw herself on the huge bed. The both of them were done with dinner which ended up anyway with him and Leon bickering like lovers. The relationship between the both of them was seriously weird. They weren't friends nor enemies or lovers, just allies.

Definitely weird.

Maybe the both of them were lovers in their past lives or something. Or she was just making a huge deal out of nothing.

Anyway, Arianna pulled the sheet over her body, yawning loudly and pretending to be tired even though she slept not long ago. But the fact is that she doesn't want to have sex with Marcel tonight, not while they're in his ally's house. It was uncomfortable as hell knowing Leon's staff would be the ones clearing the sheet the next day after they'd messed it up.

Moreover, what if Elijah is still around the corner and kills Marcel in the middle of their lovemaking? It would be like her nightmare come true the other day. So no, no lovemaking. One of them should remain alert today.

But then, Marcel must have had a different idea because he was beginning to take his shirt off.

She gulped, "What are you doing?"

He gave her a cocky grin, "What do you think I'm doing?"

"Marcel, we can't -"

"We can't, what?" He asked, dropping the shirt off and now moving to his zipper.

"We can't have sex, Marcel! Not while here," She said hurriedly when he started pushing his pants down.

"Geez, get your mind off the gutter, woman. Who said anything about having sex or have you forgotten I hardly sleep with my clothes on." He arched a brow at her, a grin at the corner of his lips.

"Oh," Arianna finally remembered, lowering her head as she went red in the face. She should have known, and why does she feel Marcel goaded her on purpose. That shameless man.

"I would never force you to have sex with me, Arianna, unless you're into that kind of -"

"That's not my kink." She interrupted him, "Trust me," She said.

"Nor would I leave my seed on the sheet for that freak Leon to find," Marcel said, climbing into bed.

"Your relationship with him amuses me," Arianna said.

"Yeah, just as I'm curious what your kink is?" Marcel sat in front of her, holding her gaze so she wasn't able to look away.

"What is your kink, Arianna?" He asked her, this time drawing closer with their bodies touching.

Arianna gulped at being found out, her tongue darting out to wet her lower lips. Marcel noticed that as well and would have kissed her by now if it wasn't the fact he wanted an answer from her.

"Blindfolds," She said.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, Marcel."

"Oh, blindfolds are your thing." He tilted his head to the side unsure, "Do I need to tickle a certain body part with that or…" He pretended to be clueless.

Arianna burst into laughter.

"Of course not, silly," She slapped him on the chest playfully.

Arianna cleared her throat and went on, "By cutting off my visual cues, I don't know what to expect and that increases my excitement and makes the climax more satisfying," She confessed, a bit embarrassed.

However, instead of Marcel criticizing her choice, he smiled widely as if she was one in a million.

He said instead, "So you mean if I do this… " Marcel covered her eyes with his large palm, and without warning, caressed her collar bones, and she gasped loudly, shivers climbing down her spine.

"You like it?"

"Y-yes," She rasped, her heart picking up speed.

Still covering her eyes, he trailed his fingers up her neck in a feathery touch and lowered his head to kiss her shoulder.

"Marcel…" just that touch and Arianna melted like a puddle.

"You do like it then," Marcel pulled back, pleased at his findings. He knew that once he started, there was no going back. So there was no need to fan the flames by starting what he couldn't finish.

Arianna was red in the face when he took his hand off, but she was happy as well. She was happy to be with someone who accepted her wholefully.

"What about you?"

"What about me?" Marcel asked.

"What is your kink?" Arianna came closer, wanting to know more. She would do anything to please him.

He gave her a cocky look and bent to whisper in her ears, "What do you think, love? It's your pussy, of course,"

Arianna was dumbfounded, was he kidding her right now?

To prove his words, Marcel went on to say, "You don't know much I enjoy eating you out, Arianna. You taste like sunshine with a mix of heaven."

He did mean that.

"And dominance," He suddenly added.

"What?"

"If you can dominate me on the bed, my heart's all yours, my love."

Alright, that's something she can work with, Arianna's eyes sparked with the idea of the challenge. She couldn't wait to dominate him on the bed.

"Alright, come here," Marcel laid down on the bed, urging her into his arms, "Don't give me that kind of look if you can't finish what you started, Arianna."

"If there's time, I can do that." She snuggled up to him, wrapping her arm possessively around his waist.

"What of forever?"

Arianna froze for about a minute before glancing up at him with a look of disbelief.

"Is that a proposal?" She asked when she finally found her voice.

"Yeah, just one without the ring,"

Arianna gulped with emotion, unable to believe this.

Marcel cupped her face with his large palm, "You don't have to worry about Clara, she won't bother you ever again, and as far as my father, I have him under control. He wouldn't ever object to our marriage, I've made sure of that. In one word, you have nothing to worry about anymore, It's just the both of us, now. Nothing would come between us again. "

No, you're wrong, there's Elijah now, Arianna wanted to say so badly. However, she shut her mouth and leaned into his embrace instead.

Marcel has played his part, now it was left up to her to find a way to make Elijah leave without the both of them tearing each other apart.