Taken By The Mafia Lord

834 Kiss It Better

Marcel was in pain and he was all alone. He didn’t know which of the two was more annoying. This was not the first time that he had been caught in a shootout and suffered a bullet wound. He used to manage the pain better but for some strange reason, he was very annoyed and grumpy today. He wanted someone by his side to take care of him. Wasn’t he a patient too?

Unfortunately, the nurse he wanted was far away and he couldn’t ask her to come to his place even if he wanted her to. Why was love so hard? The movies and books were all a lie! Marcel thought when you love someone, things become easier and smoother. But now, it seems he and Arianna face the greatest persecution from both of their families.

Marcel moaned once more on the bed. He wanted Arianna. It was so painful. Why must he pretend to be so tough? He wasn’t superman, he was human. Marcel wanted some tender, loving care. Call him a child for throwing such a fuss, he doesn’t care. He wanted Arianna!

God, what has he done? Marcel feared he must have conjured Arianna from his imagination when someone walked into his room. He hadn’t even heard the door to the living room open. Maybe he was slowly losing his mind from missing her too much.

So he watched her intently, his heated gaze never leaving her not even for a sec until she came to sit on the edge of his bed with a smile.

“Wow, I can even feel the dip in the bed, this imagination of mine must be topnotch. Kind of like a 7D hologram technology.” He mused.

Arianna frowned, what was this idiot rambling about?

“You’re even frowning?” He noticed, “It almost seems real.”

“By chance, are you having a fever?” Arianna had no choice but to feel his forehead and it was cool to the touch.

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“Your hands….” His brows twitched, “It feels fleshy, warm, and real.” His curious gaze took her in, was she really here? Like here?!

“Jesus Christ, stop scaring me, Marcel!” She hit Marcel on the chest with the back of her hand, forgetting that he was injured.

“Oof!” He felt like the air was knocked out of his lungs as he doubled over in pain. Even the action of bending alone sent twice the pain coursing through him.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” Arianna’s eyes were filled with horror when she realized what she just did. Was she trying to kill him or what?

“I’m so sorry,” She continuously apologized as Marcel coughed before gently pulling him back to the bed, making sure that he was seated upright. If only he hadn’t scared her with his unintelligent numbering.

“You’re real,” Marcel said.

“And I’m sorry,” She answered.

“Nah, it’s your presence that matters.” He added, “But then, if you want to make it up to me, just kiss it better.”

“You mean your chest?”

“I mean my lips.”

Arianna lifted a brow, she could see where this was headed.

“Your lips are not injured. Usually, we kiss the injured area to make it better.” She told him

“According to science, the lips have more than a million different nerve endings, making it one of the most sensitive parts of our body. In one word, I think your generosity would be much more expressed on my lips.”.

Arianna stared at Marcel, dumbfounded. Then she snorted a laugh. His shamelessness was unrivaled. She then climbed onto his bed, lying on her side with her arm propping her head. Marcel then turned to his side as well to face her, but she heard the hiss that left his lips from the action even though he tried to hide it.

She continued, “Since you are so versed in human anatomy, why don’t you tell me about the brain?”

Marcel smiled smugly as if he knew the answer to her question and Arianna couldn’t wait to hear about it.

“The brain is the most complex, detailed part of the body….” Marcel trailed off, smiling at her.

Why was he looking at her that way? He hadn’t even finished answering her question.

“Go on,” Arianna was interested in this conversation and wanted to hear the rest of his answer.

“It is the source of all the qualities that define our humanity and right now, it’s showing me a picturesque scene of you kissing my lips.”

Arianna’s jaw hung open and when she finally closed them, laughter escaped through her lips.

“You never give up, do you?” He was so hilarious

“Not as long as I remember,” Marcel answered, looking into her eyes with anticipation.

“Fine, come here, you big, naughty boy.” She moved closer to him instead, careful not to hit him on his injured area.

Arianna pushed herself up on her arms and then leaning over him, she took his face in her palm. Lowering her head, she brushed her lips across his instead and Marcel muttered with his eyes closed, “No teasing Arianna, kiss it better.”

And then, her lips were on his, firmly, softer, and better. Marcel wouldn’t mind having bed rest for the rest of the week if it means that he was going to receive this tender loving treatment.

Arianna was so considerate of his condition that she practically did all the work herself. Tangling her hand into his hair and massaging his scalp while her tongue gained entrance into his mouth and touched his. Marcel was tempted to grab her waist and place her on his scotch, feeling the globe of her ass rubbing her against him. But all of that was impossible until he recovered.

But no matter how careful Arianna was, they were locked in passion and he moved in a way that drew a groan from his lips and it wasn’t from pleasure.

Arianna drew back and looked at him, asking, “When did you take your painkillers?”

“A while?”

His stomach grumbled.

“What did you eat?”

Marcel swallowed nervously, “Nothing?”

Her eyes flashed.

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Hi guys, I made sure to publish the chapter before adding this so the cost is not added and the announcement page is too small for this. Anyway, I have a little question: What genre would you guys prefer I write next after this book ends.

1) Fantasy

2) Contemporary romance

3) Or a sequel to “Taken By The Mafia Lord” and it revolves around Marcel and Arianna’s daughter.

And if fantasy is what you choose, let me give you a little preview on what I’m working on.

Fantasy :

All Angelica wanted was a fairy tale love, just like Cinderella. She always knew deep down that she was not fated for her small village. She wanted something beyond, a love so magical.

But her mother warned her,

“Never cross over to the land of the faes”

“The faes are never to be trusted,”

But she never listened.

And when the summer prince saved her life and whisked her off her feet, it became a regular rendezvous. They would meet at the borderline of the land of the fae and humans and he would sing to the stars for her till they twinkled. She was in love.

Until he came.

Dark, broody, ruthless yet dangerously handsome, the dark prince of the winter court. He stole her away. Took eveything that she could have had with the summer prince.

She hated him. Loathed him. She would destroy him. And he could take eveything that she has, but not her heart.

Or would he?

Note : there might be small changes to the plot when I’m through, but at the moment, this is what I have in mind.

I would really appreciate your response, thank you so much!