Taken By The Mafia Lord

73 We Would Be Besties

Her back arched off the bed, a stifled moan on her lips as he used his tongue to stroke up and down her clit. Arianna’s breathing deepened and she panted as he increased the pace of his tongue and just when she was close to coming, he stopped.

Frustrated and angry couldn’t describe how she felt when she couldn’t get off and the culprit responsible for it lifted his head from between her legs, his lips kinked to the side.

That devil, Marcel.

“You!” She glared at him just as Marcel hovered over her, covering and pressing down on her body with his.

Marcel chuckled, “Thought you didn’t want it but here you are, craving me,” He smirked, beginning to kiss her neck.

Arianna threw her head back, giving him more access to her neck as she sighed in contentment. Marcel would be the death of her. She was still enjoying the pleasure he was giving her when the door to the room was suddenly kicked open with a bang and the both of them broke apart at once.

Arianna screamed at the shock of being discovered being in an intimate position with Marcel by an outsider. However, that scream gurgled to a halt and gave way to bewilderment when she saw who was standing at the door unmoving.

“Elijah,” Arianna choked out when she saw his shocked expression. All blood drained from her face, this can’t be happening.

“N-no... E-Elijah...” She stammered, unable to make a comprehensible statement. She wanted to tell him that this was all a mistake and Marcel’s plan to pull them apart.

.....

But the fire in his blue gaze stopped her short. Elijah now loathed her, he doesn’t love her anymore.

“No! You have to hear me out!” She finally screamed when he turned to leave.

Arianna tried to scramble down the bed but she realized she was naked and pulled on the shit to cover herself not caring that Marcel’s nakedness was revealed.

“Elijah, wait!” She cried while going after him just as something curled around her ankles, stopping her from making another move.

It was something out of a horror movie, Arianna looked back to discover that Marcel’s hand had stretched to an abnormal length and his unnatural hand wrapped around her ankle.

Arianna shrieked, not only out of fear but despair, she had to catch up with Elijah before it was too late. Before he finally leaves her.

But Marcel’s weird hand curled around her ankle tighter no matter how strongly she struggled and to make it worse, his other hand elongated and wrapped around her torso.

Perhaps if it was in a fantasy movie, this ability of his would have seemed magical. But now he was separating her from the love of her life, it all seemed creepy.

“Please!” She cried, begging Marcel to let her go so she could meet Elijah. But he wouldn’t, if anything, Marcel began to laugh. He released a villainous guffaw that made the hairs on her body stand on edge.

That was how Elijah disappeared from her life once again and she was unable to stop him. Tears filled her eyes while Marcel’s evil laughter became louder.

“Stop it!” Arianna told him, bringing her hands to her ears as if to block him out. She hated him; she hated him with every fiber of her being.

He caused her Elijah.

Every bad thing that happened to her was because of him. He was the devil that had her tied down with no way to escape.

“Just stop it!” She screamed with all of her might.

Arianna woke up with a start, a small scream at the base of her throat. Sweat beaded her forehead and judging from the dryness in her throat, she figured out she has been having a bad dream.

“Thank God it was just a dream,” Arianna let out a shuddering breath.

The thought of Elijah catching her right in the act with Marcel sent goosebumps down her arm. She was crazy to have let him touch her earlier and she had indulged him without thinking about the consequences.

But that would not happen any longer, her head was clear now. She belonged to Elijah and would not dishonor him by letting Marcel touch her.

The next time, Marcel would have to her to get to her because the feelings wouldn’t be consensual. She’d see if the great Marcel would stoop so low just to get a woman.

Getting up with a grunt, Arianna realized she was still in Marcel’s room and she must have cried herself to sleep. No wonder she had such nightmares. Whenever she has an “eventful” day, it always manifests in the form of nightmares.

The staff did a good job at cleaning up because the room looked as good as new. It didn’t even look as if she wrecked anything because the properties were replaced.

Arianna snorted derisively, if he had enough money to replace them, why did he still punish her? To show her he was the big bad alpha? Or does he just like the feel of her butt?

Her core clenched and for a moment, Arianna was taken back to that moment Marcel had his finger inside of her.

Damn it!

It was these shitty thoughts that led her into this mess in the first place. She had to erase the thoughts of any form of intimacy with Marcel out of her mind – because it won’t happen again.

Dusk has fallen and the fluorescent

bulbs shone brighter. Arianna didn’t bother going through the door knowing it would be locked so she decided to have a tour of her limited space.

Apart from the bathroom, closet and the locked balcony, Arianna was shocked to discover that there was another room. In her haste to bring Marcel’s ass down here earlier, she had not seen that one.

Call it instinct but Arianna had a feeling that this room contained Marcel’s secrets – or a precious piece that she could steal and hurt him the same way he hurt her.

An evil smile moved Arianna’s lips to the side and she set to work immediately. And not surprising, the door was locked. That confirmed her suspicion, something precious was being kept here.

“I would have to pick the lock,” Arianna thought in her head as she pulled on the knob.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” A voice suddenly said and Arianna whipped around with speed, clearly startled by that unannounced presence.

It was a man.

And no, it wasn’t Marcel – to her relief.

He shared the same gray ones with Marcel and both must be related, however, unlike Marcel’s eyes which were always filled with savagery, this one spelt mischief. She had to be careful with this one even though he appeared all innocent and cute.

And now Arianna thought about it, he did look familiar as if she had seen him somewhere before now.

The memory struck her.

Oh.

He was the one who appeared in the room with Marcel before he spanked her ass red.

Wonderful, he was one of them.

“It was a miracle he kept you alive after wrecking his room. But that one? He would hack you to death if you dared go in there. There’s so much a man can take and that door is Marcel’s limit. Don’t do it, your blood would be hard to clean up afterwards,”

Arianna gulped down a lump at those words that sent shivers down her spine. All she could think was Marcel killing a person in the way he just described. It seemed she had forgotten she was dealing with a Mafia Lord.

“You males have a habit of popping in unannounced,” Arianna hinted to the fact she didn’t hear his footsteps or the door creak when he came in.

“The doors are oiled regularly and it isn’t exactly hard to walk stealthily and I heard....” His gaze roved over her body as if accessing her ability, “that you’re good at taking things that are not given to you. It’s a good skill you got there,”

“Thank you?” Arianna was slightly dazed. This was the first time that someone was telling her that stealing was a good thing.

He went on, “If you want, I can teach you how to move undiscovered and who knows, we might became besties,”

“Besties?” Arianna fought the urge to roll her eyes. Who was he kidding by giving her false hope when she clearly knew they would be shipping her away soon.

“No, thank you,” she rejected him, flatly.

“Don’t worry, you can go over the offer and where is my damn manners,” He straightened up with a charming smile, “I’m Victor, cousin, and consigliere to the asshole who has not been treating you the way a lady should be treated,”

Arianna narrowed her gaze at Victor, she thinks she’s going to like this one. How sweet it would have been if he was the crime lord, he seemed much reasonable to talk to. Who knows, with a deal or two, he would have given her the freedom she wanted.

“I’m Arianna,” She moved to him and stretched out her hand which he took. But instead of a handshake, he instead placed a kiss on the top of her palm.

“The pleasure is mine,” He smiled at her through lowered brows.

Arianna retracted her hand immediately, this one was a lady’s man.

Crossing her arms across her chest to hide her breast that was missing a bra, she asked, “What are you doing here? It doesn’t seem like Marcel sent you here so you must be here for something. So tell me, Victor, what do you want from me?”

“A lady with a keen eye as well,” Victor mused, “Now I see why Marcel’s taken with you,”

Taken by her? Arianna really wanted to smack that asshole on the head. Does he think this was a joke? Marcel hated her. Yet wanted her body.

“If you’re here for jokes, then you should know that I’m not -”

“I’m inviting you to my party downstairs tonight,”

There was a short silence after Victor released the news. He was hosting a party and wanted her to come? Why? It seemed fishy.

“I’m not interested,” Arianna rejected the offer without a second thought. She’d be a fool to fall into another of Marcel’s traps.

Victor’s face fell at once, “Why?”

“Because I don’t want to,”

“That can’t be the reason, my lady. Why won’t you come to my party?” he was relentless in his pursuit for an answer.

“Because I don’t know you nor am I interested!” Arianna snapped at him, irritated by his persistence. She intended to climb into bed and lift the sheet over her head when he announced,

“Marcel would be attending,”