Taken By The Mafia Lord

338 Who Had The Power Here

If there was anything Arianna prided upon, it was her self-control and lack of interest in men. If anyone had told her months ago while she enjoyed her peaceful mundane life that her life would be this messed up in the upcoming months, she would never believe it.

She had been too busy trying to make a future for herself that men had been nothing but distractions. Sure, Arianna had crushes but she never acted on any of them knowing she wasn’t ready for any unnecessary commitment. A relationship was a distraction she didn’t need.

Many of her acquaintances had called her old-fashioned and would have even thought of her as lesbian except that Mimi’s sexual adventure was well known. But then, Arianna couldn’t understand what made them crazy like that. It was just sex and hormone acting up, why were they making a big deal out of it?

But now, she understood completely. This was life itself and the whole reason for survival. At the end of the day, everyone’s going to return to this cycle, and here she was, except that hers was much more complicated. Perhaps, this was her punishment for missing out on all the time she could have added a little color to her life. Now, her situation is a code red.

Arianna took a deep breath before she slapped his finger away from her lips. She can’t get tangled with Marcel, he was too much for her. Elijah was a safer choice, with him, she could like without losing her head.

But Marcel was threatening every single wall she had built around herself and felt completely bare before him. It made her uncomfortable because she was defenseless and at his mercy.

Unfortunately, Arianna hated being at his mercy. She wasn’t a slave to do her master’s bidding, rather she was a strong woman that could either rule at his side or overthrow him. But then, this wasn’t the life she wanted and can’t rule at his side. She had to leave here.

Arianna tried to keep her face devoid of emotion as she pushed him away, trying to create space between them. But she might as well have been pushing at a wall because he made no move and she sighed.

She then flattened her hand against his chest, smoothing it down and stopping directly on his heart. She looked at him in wonder when she felt the rapid beat of his heart beneath her heart. He was as affected as she was, however, she couldn’t help but think about the fact he wasn’t exactly a monster because he had the same blood running through her veins. In stories, monsters don’t have beating hearts or the warmth he exuded. But in reality, it was their actions that defined them.

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Her face flushed when she saw the smoldering heat in the depth of his gray eyes. She shivered because, with the way he was staring at her, he might as well set her on fire. And suddenly, his hand was on her face again.

Marcel stared at her intently as if he was trying to imprint her image into his head and that somehow made her heart skip a beat. Arianna swallowed hard knowing that she was in hot soup because even though her mind told her she should stop this, she wanted otherwise. Not just her body. Just her selfish curiosity.

He must have a thing for her lips because his finger was brushing across it again and the sensation it brought made her toes curl. Arianna was turned on, she could tell with the thickening of her breath and the way she was close to bunching his suit. Her core tingled as well and she was super aware of his thigh between her legs. If he makes a move right now, then she’s a goner.

Suddenly, he said, “Suck it,”

“W-what?” Arianna was stunned until she felt the weight of his finger pressing against her lips.

“No, no way,” She opened her mouth to say when he suddenly ground his thigh against her core and she sucked a sharp breath, at the same time that he successfully put the finger in her mouth.

Arianna was shocked at the whole thing before her eyes grew hooded and Marcel was amused at the gesture.

“Suck it.” He commanded her, moving slightly inside of her mouth.

Through her lashes, Arianna peeked up at him defiantly and was close to pushing him away when she had other ideas. He thought he had the upper hand here, why don’t she show him who had the power here?

A grin spread across Marcel’s face when she sucked his finger obediently. Too bad, he thought she would put up a fight and already “put in place” measures that would combat her unruliness.

However, what Marcel didn’t expect was for her to treat his finger like a c*ck. She used her tongue to roll around the tip of it and a tingle spread through his body, his eyes widening.

“What the.....”

Marcel didn’t have the time to cuss to the end because she took the whole finger into her mouth and then began to pull back, but not without softly scraping the whole length with her teeth. Marcel groaned from the pleasure the sensation brought on and it didn’t help matters that he had replaced his finger with his cock in his imagination.

Then she used her tongue to tease his finger and Marcel knew that this siren was going to bring him down to his knees if he didn’t do something about it real quick.

So he lifted his thigh and ground against her and a moan escaped her lips causing her to forget her duty.

“Suck it!” He growled at her and she nodded before hurriedly accepting his finger into her mouth once more. She was desperate to feel him again.

So, while she resumed her duty of sucking his finger, Marcel continued to grind into her with his thigh and she could only release choked and muffled screams of pleasure.