Taken By The Mafia Lord

Chapter 367

367 I’m A Fool For You

“Aww, aren’t they so cute?!” Mimi squealed, staring at Arianna who had finally summoned up the courage and took the lead in kissing her prince charming.

To make sure their plan worked, Victor and Mimi were perfectly hidden at a corner watching the interaction between Marcel and Arianna. They had been thinking of plan B when they saw Arianna try to leave, but the lord was on their side this time and the two fools finally got together.

“You know we could do better than that,” Victor suddenly said.

Mimi turned to him, “W-what?”

“You know what I mean, love,” Victor smirked suggestively and a thrill went through her body at once, but Mimi wasn’t ready for one.

She took a step back, “Don’t come any closer,”

But he did.

“Nope, Victor, really, don’t!” She broke into a sprint, giving him a good head start before Victor went after her. He loved a good chase anyway, the prize at the end was worth it.

Meanwhile....

.....

Arianna moaned against the softness of Marcel’s lips and she took his face into her hands, kissing him deeper, but this might as well have been a one woman show because Marcel didn’t react; he was frozen. Arianna didn’t blame him, after all, he didn’t see that coming, she only hoped she hadn’t broken him.

She pulled away but her hand remained on his face, stroking his gorgeous face. Marcel had such fine skin, she was almost jealous. Perhaps, she would steal his toiletries later, he wouldn’t mind that, right?

Marcel looked at her with his intense gaze muddled with confusion. He looked at her and then at his surroundings as if now realizing what happened. He asked her, “What have you done? Do you even know what you are -”

“Is it too late to choose you?” Arianna interrupted him and his gaze widened. But that was all.

Arianna had expected something else other than the flash of surprise on his face, something extra ordinary like a mind-blowing French kiss or something else like...

Nonetheless, when nothing of that nature happened, Arianna began to second guess her action, was it worth it? Or was she too late?

She laughed awkwardly, “But then, if you have already moved on or don’t want anything to do with my temperament, it’s fine!” She pursed her lips, “Really, yes! fine! We are cool, you know! You could just think of this late confession as nothing but some.... some rehearsal, you know, for when your future wife purposes.....”

She was still blabbering, when Marcel without warning lifted her up and placed her on him so she was seated astride his body on the single seater couch.

Arianna squealed at the sudden action, she was stunned by his strength neither did she see that coming and had to grab on to his shoulder to anchor herself from falling.

Eyes wide and face flushed, she glared at him, “What do you -!”

He crushed his lips against her and she forgot all she wanted to say, desire lighting inside of her instead. Marcel took her lips in a brutal kiss that was suffocating and she couldn’t breathe. Well, to hell to air, not when she was in heaven.

Arianna pulled him close by the shoulder and his hand wrapped around her waist in a possessive hold, as if saying he wasn’t ready to let go of her. Desire filled her that she didn’t recognize the pain even when Marcel was brutalizing her mouth.

He dug his hand into her hair and yanked tight and she moaned into his mouth, their tongue clashing together as they battled for dominance. But even as strong willed as Arianna was, she couldn’t win against Marcel.

His action was all male and hard as he kissed her passionately and deep, his hold on her waist tightening to the point that Arianna was sure she would find bruises there later. The fight drained from her and she gave in to her, offering to take what he gave her as he fucked her mouth with his tongue.

Arianna guessed that this was punishment for all the times she denied him and played around with his feelings. It wasn’t until her black dots began to form behind her eye that she realized she needed oxygen or else she passed out.

She pushed him away with a loud gasp, trying to catch her breath. The both of them stared at each other, desire deep in their eyes while they heaved, their mouth slightly parted. Was he trying to kill her? It wouldn’t surprise her if Marcel won the award for who could breath the longest. The man was full of surprises.

Marcel raised his hand and caressed her lips, the action sent shivers down her spine and she felt massive heat pool between her legs; Arianna was aroused.

“You kissed me,” He pointed out while stroking her lips, wet and swollen from his brutal kiss. His chest swelled with pride, the sight looked good on her – he did to her.

“Yes,” Arianna answered boldly and was very aware of the growing tent in his pants. She was sitting directly above his arousal and she had the naughty thought of grinding against him. But no, it was time for speech now. Perhaps, after that.

She reminded him,”And you haven’t answered my question either? Am I too late, Marcel?” Arianna slightly shifted her hips against him and felt his body quiver beneath her. She knew the answer before he said it.

“What do you think?” Marcel didn’t directly answer, the glint in his eyes offering her a challenge instead. He leaned over to kiss the curve of her neck and then her jaw while she closed her eyes, relishing the feeling.

“One thing is for sure,” He spoke against her skin, “I’m a fool for you,”

And those very words undid every last wall Arianna put up against Marcel. She clutched her shirt and pulled him closer, and for the second time tonight, took the lead on kissing him. She wanted to remember the taste of his lips because tonight would surely go down memory lane.