Taken By The Mafia Lord

250 Nothing But Lust Between Us

“What are you doing?!” Marcel was the one who stopped her from taking off her shirt, eyes blazing.

“Why are you stopping me?” Arianna confronted him head-on. In her current state of mind, she just didn’t care anymore.

She stood straight, asking him loudly, “Didn’t you want me in your bed? You said you liked me? Who knows, I might really like you if we sleep together? Don’t you want to give it a try, wasn’t that the plan anyway? Isn’t that the reason you manipulated my body in the first place?” She said, touching him without restraint.

“Would you stop it already?!” He grabbed her hand that slipped into his shirt, “Do you know how pathetic you look right now?!” Marcel shouted at her with so much rage that echoed through her body and she stilled.

“Fine, I kissed you!” He admitted it, “But you’re not blameless either,”

Her mouth opened as if she was about to defend herself but Marcel didn’t give her a chance as he went on, “You taunt and push me from every corner, turning me on, how do you expect me to react to that? Especially when you do that on purpose?”

Arianna blanched at the accusation, “I don’t do that!” She was quick to defend herself, “Everything I do is to make your life miserable and find my way out of here?!” She fired at him.

“Really?” Marcel scoffed, amused by her excuse. Then without warning, he took two steps toward her.

In her agitated state, Arianna saw Marcel’s sudden move as an aggressive one and she quickly moved back to create more space between them and be able to defend herself without him distracting her.

.....

However, she forgot about the table and ended up stumbling in the way only for him to wrap his arms around her waist, righting her.

Even as she stood upright, he wouldn’t let go of her so she decided to create more space between them before he accused her of seducing him this time. However, before she could think of accomplishing her plan, he already pressed her flush against his chest.

“Marcel...” She breathed, eyes widening at his gesture. This was exactly what led to this complication in the first place and now, he was having a repeat of it. He was definitely crazy.

“Tell me, Arianna...” His hands were digging into her hair until he was cradling her head and she wasn’t able to look away from his intense eyes, “For one moment when you were provoking me, that you never had this dark thought of me claiming you?”

This was not good at all.

Arianna gulped with a shaky breath. Her palm became clammy, her heart beginning to pound in her chest and she wanted to look away but she couldn’t, he held her still.

Arianna looked guilty and yes, she truly was. Although she did not imagine him kissing her when she provoked him, all that came to her mind was that day he spanked her. The energy saturating the room then felt similar; anger, lust, and power. So she had that dark thought, if only she could feel it once more.

Arianna could not answer; her mouth parted with no words coming from her mouth. But the look in her eyes was enough to answer Marcel, “Seems I was right, after all,” He snorted with disbelief.

“You give me mixed signals and when I act on them, you push the whole blame on me? Does it make you feel better and righteous that way? Inciting me, does it turn you on?” Marcel challenged him, in the same manner she did earlier. But unlike her, his darkened gaze never left her face for one moment as he studied her.

Arianna shivered in his arms. This was wrong and she wasn’t supposed to react this way but she couldn’t fight against her body’s response. Marcel confused her at the same time, she couldn’t tell if he wanted to kill her.... or kiss her.

Oh no.

But she practically moaned when he brushed his hand across her lower lips, her eyes lidded and darkened with desire.

“You will be the death of me....” Marcel muttered, his gaze flickering to her parted lips and he felt a rising down there. The air became charged and without warning, his lips came down on her once more and she was a willing participant now.

Unlike earlier, Marcel kissed her without holding back, with unbridled lust and she struggled to keep up with him. He ground into her and she moaned, her hand digging into his scalp.

Marcel swallowed that sound, no, he relished that. He wanted to claim her and show her there was no escaping him. She belonged to him already. But he had to tread carefully and gently if he didn’t want to scare her and push her away. Marcel couldn’t afford to ruin the little progress he made between them.

So he merely kissed her, ravaged her pretty, luscious lips, and explored the depth of her mouth till she was whimpering and demanding more.

But he didn’t give her what she wanted. Like a silent poison, it has to be fed in portions and consistently till it builds up in the body and the victim doesn’t even know until the symptoms show.

They broke apart from the kiss but Marcel allowed himself a small treat like kissing the corner of her lips and taking her lower lips in between his tongue and biting it slightly.

“Ouch,” She reacted from the pain, but there he was, soothing her with another kiss and she couldn’t stop him.

“You know we could do so much together? Don’t tell me you don’t feel this pull between us,” Marcel said softly, against her lips.

Arianna sighed, then pulled away to create more space between them to his confusion, “That’s the problem,” She said, “It’s nothing but lust between us, Marcel.”

“No, I can prove -”

“Consider this a lapse in morals and you can be rest assured I won’t have improper thoughts about you anymore or provoke you into action, just the same way you wouldn’t attempt to take advantage of my vulnerability anymore,” Arianna suddenly told him with all manner of seriousness and took her leave before he could comprehend what was going on.