Taken By The Mafia Lord

77 She Let Go Of The Pole And Jumped

Arianna had never felt in control than now. She felt free and powerful like she was on top of the world especially with the way all of the men in here wanted a piece of her.

She was the queen now and just as Arianna wanted, she successfully brought everyone to their knees even though her body hurt like hell from that drop she made. But the adrenaline kept her going and the testosterone that saturated the room was so thick she might as well choke on it.

But she didn’t care, that was what she wanted anyway. And the DJ understood the ambiance as well because he replayed the music even when it was due to end. The crowd was high because of her and no one wanted the fun to end anytime soon.

Arianna knew Marcel was watching and didn’t give a care. This song was dedicated to him anyway, so he should watch and listen well.

Although Arianna knew this wouldn’t change his mind or the plans he has for her, she wanted him to know that she doesn’t belong to him. She was her own person and may God help her if she dares find an opportunity of leaving here, she would escape without looking back. May God help her, indeed.

So when she met his gaze over the shoulder of the man she was currently gyrating her hips against, Arianna smirked devilishly at him. She passed a message to Marcel, other men wanted her so he shouldn’t treat her like shit. She deserved to be treated like a lady.

Unfortunately, if Arianna knew that act only woke the primal beast inside of Marcel she wouldn’t have attempted that in the first place.

“I would kill you,”

“What?” Victor was surprised at his tone.

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Marcel turned to him with a fierce gaze, “I would kill you if you dare try to do shit or even think shit about her!” He growled threateningly.

“Easy there, big boy,” Victor raised his hand in surrender, a humorous glint in his eyes, “Finder’s keeper, remember?”

Victor was only fooling around with him, Marcel struggled to remember that because he was almost tempted to beat his cousin into a pulp when he made that statement about f*cking Arianna.

He was the one who found Arianna first and he would be the one to decide who she sleeps with – like heck, that is happening. Not now, not in a thousand years.

“She’s not my type anyway,” Victor defended himself,”Arianna looks like the type that would rain fire on earth and you’re more suited to douse out the flame. Go on, big brother alpha, go claim what’s yours before those low ranking wolves get a nip,” he encouraged his cousin.

What’s his? Marcel felt the word ring in his head. Arianna belongs to him? Of course, she does.

A wicked smile graced Marcel’s lips as he pushed aside the first man in his path. The others upon getting the hint made an opening for Marcel the way the Red Sea was parted.

Arianna was busy dancing and going from limb to limb when she sensed a sudden commotion and out of nowhere, Marcel appeared in front.

At once her throat dried up and her lipsynching trailed off, almost like she went off-key.

Marcel smirked at her, a predator’s prayer before he pounced on its prey.

Oh no.

Even though the lyrics belted out loudly from the speakers, Arianna did no longer feel as powerful as earlier. The fight was no longer in her favor and it was time to back down. Also, she had danced enough already, it was time to call it a night.

However, even when she climbed up the stage, Marcel gave chase as if he knew what was on her mind. The other dancers must have noticed the tension as well because their routine was no longer as perfect as before.

“It’s time to end it,” Arianna wanted to announce but before she could say a word, Marcel’s hands that felt like Iron had clamped around her waist and pulled her to him.

“Dance for me,” He whispered into her ears.

It was an order.

Arianna slipped out of his grip but did not attempt to escape knowing he would have her back here in no time.

“Catch me then,” She said to him.

Marcel grinned, flashing his white teeth in the process. He loved this cat and mouse games.

As soon as he reached for her, her movements proved quick and effective as she easily dodged him once more.

Arianna chuckled, this seemed more fun than she thought.

Now holding the pole, she circled it with a prowling gait without breaking eye contact with Marcel who was tangled in the intimate playful chase with her.

Then she lifted herself up just as Marcel came to stand in front of her and Arianna wrapped her legs around his hips, her silver stiletto heels digging into his back. He didn’t mind the pain one bit, his attention fixed entirely on the woman in front of him.

Arianna forget how to breathe as Marcel stared deep into her eyes, feeling his pelvis against her as she rocked against him. The move was sensual and her lips couldn’t help but part at his darkened gaze. She could feel his hard-on through his pants and Arianna had this naughty thought of rocking him till he was spent.

But the crowd was watching.

So she released her legs and pushed him away with her stiletto heel pressed firmly to his stomach. Marcel stumbled back in a daze and wanted to return so they could finish what she started but Arianna had already begun to perform the most intricate moves on the pole.

She was amazing and for a moment, Marcel was very proud of this woman. Yeah, she was outstanding, he’d give her that.

So bewitched was Marcel by that scene that he didn’t give much thought to Arianna climbing further up the pole. He thought she was about to perform another of her astonishing death-drop again.

But just as the music neared its end, Arianna let go of the pole and jumped.