Taken By The Mafia Lord

She covered his palm on her cheek with her smaller one and reminded him, “Well, I’m here, aren’t I?

“Yeah, you are.” He said.

“And I’m not going anywhere,” She promised.

“Yeah, you are not going anywhere,” He would make sure of it.

Marcel smiled at her and she smiled back, his gaze flickering down to her luscious lips and the space became heated.

“I want to kiss you.” He sought permission.

“What are you waiting for?” She didn’t want him to ask, but rather to take what he wanted.

Marcel slowly leaned down and the anticipation made shivers trail down her arm. When his lips brushed across her, her heart naturally raced and she lifted her head to meet his lips, aching for more.

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Arianna sighed in fulfillment when his lips closed over her own and he kissed her softly. It was warm and nice like she had finally returned home to delicious food and fresh flowers, unlike the so many hard kisses they shared most times.

Marcel took his time, kissing her slowly and tasting her lips as if he wanted to imprint the shape into his memory. He worshipped her lips while her body heated, pleasure racing through her core till she was clamping her thighs together for relief.

“Marcel...” Arianna breathed against his lips in a protest, she wanted more. But Marcel was not to be rushed, instead, he nuzzled her neck causing her eyes to fly close. She arched into him, loving the feel of his hard chest pressing against her breast, although his shirt needed to go. Arianna wanted to touch him, feel him, body on body.

His tongue finally invaded her mouth, searching, tasting, her tongue, making her groan in a voice that didn’t sound like hers, not that Arianna cared. She writhed against him, desperate for more.

She deepened the kiss and Marcel let out a guttural sound in return, as she nibbled him on his bottom lips, kissing him so desperately as if he was the very air that she was breathing and when they broke apart, they were panting so hard their chest heaved.

Arianna reached for his shirt and wanted to pull it off him when Marcel grabbed her hand and stopped her.

“What are you doing?” He sat up on the bed, still breathing hard. Marcel stared at her swollen lips and pride swelled inside of him knowing that it was his hard work.

“Isn’t it obvious? I want you. ” Arianna couldn’t believe that he was even asking. Marcel was always the first to jump into the offer.

“No, no, no,” He shook his head in refusal, ” The doctor said you need enough rest, I’m not about to subject you to any invigorating act.”

“Well, fuck the doctor!” Arianna sat up and knelt on the bed so she was at eye level with him. She grabbed his face so he couldn’t look away, “I know what my body wants and right now, it wants you,” Arianna teased the corners of his lips.

“It’s still not going to work,” Marcel said, knowing how hard it was to resist her right now. Arianna was a burning flame threatening to burn him alive.

“No,” She stood her ground, “You said it was cold and scary when you thought you lost me. Don’t you want to feel alive...?” Her hands slipped beneath his shirt and began to trace the cut muscles of his bare torso, “Don’t you want to feel the heat?”

Marcel was breathing fast and his muscles flexed beneath her touch, she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

“You said you’re on your period,” His breathing was ragged.

“You have enough money to replace stained sheets, don’t you think so?”

She glanced up at him from under her brows, smiling at him, knowing she won.

Arianna then kissed him, the feel of her soft lips against his, both teasing and placating. Marcel returned the kiss and it evolved from playful to consuming with a hint of a promise of what was to come just before he pushed her back to the bed to her surprise. Okay, she liked where this was going.

Marcel took a hold of his shirt and pulled it over his head giving her a good show. Arianna’s breath deepened as she drank in the powerful lines of his body, oozing sex appeal, power, and danger. His pants hung lowly on his waist, revealing the band of his black boxers.

But her eyes stuck on the muscles of his sculpted torso that seemed to have been curved by God himself. It was unfair because it seems God took his time creating specific people. She greedily watched the taper muscle that led down to the V of his stomach where she knew very well his massive cock was hidden.

Very impressive.

Arianna watched his muscles rippling with strength as he got rid of everything that was on his body till he was standing in front of her stark naked and she was staring at his cock hard as a rock already and leaking precum.

Realizing that she was the only one with her clothes on, Arianna was ready to take hers off too when he asked her politely,

“Can I help you with that?”

Okay, this gentle side to Marcel was a breath of fresh air.

“Sure,”

Arianna was only in her dress since the coat had been ruined long since, so Marcel reached for her back and helped her zip down. He then worked on the dress as she lifted her hands and he slid it up and over her head till it was off. Eagerly, his hands moved to her back and unclasped her bra and Arianna gasped slightly as her bra fell away.