Taken By The Mafia Lord

Arianna's heart was pounding with anticipation as she waited for Marcel to reveal his intention. She swallowed thickly, licking her lips nervously and knowing that the look on his face meant that it was serious.

So when he announced, "I want you to learn how to handle a gun,"

Arianna choked, "W-what?"

Her gaze lifted to his, searching the depths of his eyes and God knows, he was fucking serious.

"You want me to u-use a gun?" Arianna was having a hard time preserving that information.

"Not only that," Marcel told her, "Learn how to fight if possible. A war is coming and I won't sit still and watch you be the casualty loss."

He sighed, "I should have done that while you were with me but I was busy chasing after you and preserving your innocence." Marcel said with regret.

"B-but… I… don't know!... Why?... where is this coming from?"Arianna sputtered, overwhelmed by the sudden request. The last time she fought, she ended up taking up Cassie's life, even though it was practically self-defense.

But then, the point is, she still hadn't fully recovered from the trauma of Cassie's death, how could she take training in the hope of taking more lives? However, what had she been expecting when she lived with danger all around?

Marcel would protect her. Or Eric or Elijah? They were family now, eh? She thought. But then, what if they're far away or unable to protect her? What would she do? Would she barely defend herself like the last time when Cassie nearly took her life with the garrotte? What had she been expecting when she was surrounded by criminals with numerous enemies?

Perhaps, Arianna knew deep down that things would eventually come to this point. After all, it was only a matter of time till one of them figured out that she was Eric's stepdaughter or Marcel's lover and thinks of her as their weakness. Moreover, for Marcel to suggest something so ridiculous, there must be a problem.

"Hey, hey…." Marcel shushed her, "Look at me," He took her face in his palm and made her look at him. He could see the apprehension in her beautiful green eyes and he hadn't even told her of the threat yet.

"No one is getting to you, it's my promise to you," Marcel told her, "I'll protect you with every fiber of my being, however, I don't want to leave any loopholes, Arianna. I want to know that before I or anyone comes to your rescue that you can buy time for yourself."

Arianna opened her mouth to say something, but the words couldn't leave her lips knowing that Marcel was right. If something happened or a war broke out unexpectedly, she would only end up being a dead weight. She needed to be able to defend herself, at least.

"Okay," She breathed, "I'll consider it," Arianna said. It was not like she was taking anyone's life immediately. She just had to have one or two self-defense skills and know how to handle a gun since they tend to make use of it.

"Good," Marcel said and then touched his lips to hers, coaxing her mouth open and plunged his tongue in, tasting the inside of her mouth before playing around with her tongue.

"Wait… !" Arianna broke away from the kiss, breathing heavily as she pushed him back, "Tell me what happened." She knew Marcel, If they didn't talk about this now, then it was bye forever especially when he had his tongue in her mouth.

Marcel sighed deeply, that was a mood crusher. Nonetheless, he told Arianna everything that she "needed" to know about Macy and her betrayal. There were still aspects of his business that Marcel kept away from Arianna if he wanted her to look at him the same way - like how he murdered Macy's father at a young age.

Sure, she decided to be with him because she loved him but Arianna was new to this and her moral compass has a lot of red flags. In the future when she gets used to this lifestyle, he would open up to her more and perhaps, introduce her to some of the family businesses - when they get married.

Although Marcel knew deep down that he would be keeping Arianna on the legal side of his business. He would be the one doing the dirty work and keeping her safe.

"So you think Richardo would come for me?" Arianna asked him.

"Might," He pointed out the probability. Marcel explained, "If he has his sanity intact, then he wouldn't dare to cross Eric by harming you. Your stepfather is not exactly the kind of man you want to provoke with the kind of influence he has in the commission and for a small gang. However, if Richardo is half the madman my father, Daniel is, then you're exactly his target. "

Arianna swallowed, Daniel is enough madman in the world. She didn't want his clone.

Filled with determination, Arianna promised him, "Don't worry, I'll take my training seriously."

"Thank you." Marcel smiled in gratitude before he said, "In that case, I should reward you in advance."

"Reward me in advance," Arianna blinked at him in confusion until she saw the dark glint in his eyes and a tremor went through her body.

Oh no.

"No…" She was still saying when Marcel pulled the sheet over them and disappeared beneath it. Her heart pounded out of her chest when she felt his hands on her thighs, spreading them apart and she shivered in anticipation.

Arianna's breath caught in her throat when she felt one wet swipe of his tongue. Her eyes squeezed shut and she reopened them only for him to lick her from top to bottom, sucking her clit briefly to earn his first moan.

"Fuck!" She didn't even realize she was levitating off the bed as Marcel devoured her with his mouth. Arianna moaned loudly, throwing her head back before her hands traveled down to trace Marcel through the sheet.

There was something wildly erotic about knowing that he was covered beneath while she was not shielded from feeling everything he was doing to her body with his marvelous tongue. Arianna was writhing in need when her phone beeped with a message and her eyes flew open knowing it could only be one person.

She picked up the phone even while Marcel's tongue swept through her wetness and read the message. Just as she feared, her mother was home and she opened her mouth to inform Marcel but that was the moment he flicked at her clit and a moan left her lips.

Dear God, they couldn't continue. Marcel had to stop now. It was time for him to take his leave.

"Marcel…" Arianna finally mentioned his name, trying to warn him, but she must have sounded too lustful because he continued to eat her out. No, he chose that moment to punish her with his tongue and she forgot all about his mother returning home as the pleasure built like a dam ready to burst.

Thankfully, it didn't take long for him to drive her over the edge and toss her over it. Marcel licked her through her orgasm, and it wasn't until he took the sheet off his body and rose on his knees between her thighs with a dark smile, that she informed him breathlessly,

"My mother is home."

"What?!" His expression broke into a panic.

He scampered off her body with lightning speed, searching and picking his clothes from the places they had been strewn. Thanks to the intimate act, Arianna's muscles felt like jelly and she laid down on the bed, finding the scene of Marcel running around her room buck-naked hilarious.

Marcel dressed up as quickly as lightning and by the time he was done, Arianna already sat up and was waiting for him.

"How would you get out of here?" She asked out of curiosity, willing to hide him in her closet for the rest of the night if he couldn't leave.

"Your window of course," Marcel said, heading over to it and checking it out, "Thankfully, it isn't barred."

"You are going to jump from there?!" Arianna had no choice but to walk over and check it out herself and she had to admit that it was the average height of a two-story.

"Of course not, love, I'm not Superman." He cleared her thoughts and she breathed in relief.

"Although," Marcel said immediately, "I might have to be Spiderman by climbing down, albeit carefully. Just do me a favor and inform your Intel to low-key tell the others not to shoot me on my way down."

"Alright," Arianna started to text him.

"Done." She said,

"See you then," Marcel smooched her on the lips, lifting the glass.

"Be careful…" Arianna was still talking when he successfully climbed out of the window and her heart nearly leaped out of her chest. She prayed he wouldn't slip and fall on his way down.

If only she knew that was a piece of cake for Marcel.