Taken By The Mafia Lord

Note - Snu Snu chapter ahead..

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Marcel's head was pounding, his mouth was dry and tacky, and where the fuck was he?

It was dark as if everywhere had been intentionally sealed off to keep the light out. However, Marcel's memories returned and he slightly panicked, what did Arianna do to him?

As if to answer his question, the light came on, slightly blinding him with its suddenness, although it was colored. However, what shocked Marcel the most was seeing Arianna standing before him, dressed in…. Holy mother of God.

She was wearing the sexiest yet complicated lacy lingerie he had ever seen her put on - he didn't even get that for her. The matching red bra and panty set with belt and thigh bands were featured with strappy, high leg, metal ring, sheer mesh that showed her curve beautifully.

Marcel's throat dried up as his gaze lingered on the high-cut thong bottom that highlighted her leg line. The lingerie set enhanced her femininity and made her more charming.

However, the fact that her breasts were more full and stood upright didn't draw Marcel's attention, rather it was because it was a naughty open bra and he could see her nipples and entire areola as clear as day. Arianna was dripping hot as sin and he groaned as his cock reacted.

And speaking of cock?

Marcel was naked as the day he was born and that was when he realized what was going on.

"Holy shit, Arianna," Marcel cursed as he pulled at the cuffs restraining both of his hands and feet to the bed. In one word, Marcel was incapacitated and he couldn't even retaliate if Arianna did anything to him right now. Not that she would do anything to him, he trusted her, right?

Well, she did drug him and that was one piece of trust off the table. Although he would love to see where this game ends. She started it and he would be the one to end it.

"Nice view from here," Arianna smirked devilishly, taking a picture of him in that position.

"You drugged me," Marcel glared at her, unhappy about that fact.

"Oops, sorry," Arianna said, but it was not sincere at all and he knew it.

"Alright," She confessed, "It was a tiny bit of revenge for that time you sent back to Big Joe for my great wedding even while I was on my knees begging you. You were a cold bastard, Marcel."

"I thought you forgave me and it was all in the past?" He couldn't believe her

"Well, don't ever believe a woman when she says it's all in the past. We just like getting our revenge in style," Arianna reminded him cheekily.

Marcel snorted exaggeratedly, he was a fool to have fallen into her trap.

"Moreover…" Arianna purred, beginning to climb onto the bed on all fours and the view was so deliciously hot, that Marcel grew harder. God, what he would do to her if he wasn't cuffed right now, "A little birdy told me he would love to be dominated by a woman and I know I couldn't do that without a little bit of help," She smirked at him knowingly as she leaned over him, however, Marcel only gave her a blank stare.

Her nostrils flared at his aloof attitude, "Or perhaps, you only like it when you have the upper hand and the woman is beneath you,"

"Or maybe you don't know the rules of being a predator when you started this game, Arianna? The winner isn't who starts first but who finishes last. " Marcel told her with a dangerous yet lustful glint in his eyes.

Arianna raked her nail down his throat and pouted, "We'd see about that then."

Then she reached for the nightstand and pulled a bottle of water, she shook it, "Thirsty?"

Marcel snorted and looked away, however, the way he swallowed down told Arianna that he really wanted some.

"I see, you don't trust me,"

Marcel arched his perfectly thick brow, "Who knows what you have up your sleeve this time?" Although he looked mean, his tone was playful.

"Oh honey, you would be surprised by the many things I have up my sleeve," And to prove her point, she caressed his chest, and his hard abs flexed beneath her hand, Arianna was smug. She had control here.

"However, let's treat our trust issue first before we get into the game, don't you think so?"

Arianna pulled the cap off and then she took enough water in her mouth before leaning down to press her lips against Marcel's and fed him the water, building trust between them that there was nothing in the water.

But the moment Marcel finished drinking, their lips met together in a kiss until Arianna decided it was enough - although Marcel grumbled - and sipped from the can again before repeating the same pattern.

Now it was confirmed that there was nothing in the water, Marcel could drink directly from it but he didn't want to. This method adopted by Arianna was much safer and sweeter, to the point he drank the whole bottle without even knowing it.

And with the water finished, her lips settled fully on his and Marcel moaned loudly. Arianna plunged her tongue into his mouth and tangled it with his. Their tongues moved against each other in sync, kissing each other lazily yet sated.

As much as he would love to fist his hand into her hair and cupped her bottom while he kissed the life out of her, Marcel had to accept the fact that she was in power and he would have to take whatever she gave him. Marcel had never been turned on this much in his fucking life. She was fucking perfect for him.

Arianna moved to kiss the corner of his lips as if she didn't want to leave any place untouched. She kissed along his jaw and further down his throat until her face was buried in his neck. Finally, Marcel could see why she loved him kissing her neck because it felt like paradise.

He had been missing out on a lot and for once, Marcel wouldn't mind sitting back and enjoying the pleasure. He would let her do whatever she wanted with his body while he enjoyed the ride.