Taken By The Mafia Lord

88 Arianna Was Kissing Him In A Dream

What just happened?

Marcel wondered even as he withdrew his hand with lightning speed, placing it on his chest as if he was electrocuted and now scared for his life.

What the hell, Marcel thought as he stared hard at Arianna and would have bored a hole in her forehead with that kind of intensity, if it was possible.

What did that witch do to him now? Marcel was still thinking when she stirred. But instead of waking up, Arianna scratched her neck, muttering some incomprehensible words as if she was having a dream.

However, Marcel was not concerned with any of those because his eyes were fixed on her lips; watching the way it puckered up.

Marcel gulped, her lips were tempting.

Oh no.

He looked away at once with lightning speed.

What the hell, Marcel? What is wrong with you? Why are you so obsessed with someone else’s lips?

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“Get a grip of yourself!” Marcel muttered, slapping his cheeks as

If that would restart his brain and bring back his senses.

Why was he staring at her lips? He wasn’t even a pervert? No, Arianna was gradually turning him into a pervert! He was thinking of a woman’s lips while she was asleep. No, this has to stop.

At once, Marcel turned around and picked up the towel this time and wrong it so hard so that an incident like earlier wouldn’t occur.

Even as he wiped Arianna’s face, Marcel wasn’t looking at her this time – he was looking away from temptation. But he wiped her cheeks a little too hard and a whimper left Arianna’s lips.

“Sorry,” He apologized, knowing he wasn’t supposed to hurt her, not to think of waking her from her sleep.

But doing that brought him face to face with her lips again and Marcel’s heart began to pound hard. Why was she doing this to him? Marcel was close to tears.

Maybe he should just kiss her and get it over with? An evil thought came into his head.

“No, no, no,” Marcel shook his head. There was no way on earth he was taking advantage of a sleeping woman. That was the lowest he could ever go.

Yet he couldn’t erase the images of her lips from his mind. Maybe his mind was right, he just needed to kiss her and get it over with. His body must be reacting this way because he had been intimate with her and hadn’t tasted her lips. Yes, that must be it!

Just as he spanked her and was good to go – he thinks. He would kiss her and regain his sanity. And what better time to do it if not now that she was asleep. He would kiss her and she wouldn’t even know what happened while he goes back to being himself. Case closed. Everything returns to normal.

Moreover, Arianna was the one that caused this. If she hadn’t gotten dirty, he wouldn’t have cleaned her and led to this.

But as much as Marcel tried to justify his actions and pushed the blame on Arianna, it still felt sleazy.

Fine, it would be a quick kiss. He would barely place his lips on her and be done with it before the twinkle of an eye. He wouldn’t even feel a thing. Yeah, it wasn’t perverted at all, just a test.

Marcel leaned over, making sure his body was not touching or pressing down on hers for fear of being discovered. He supported himself on his arms until he was face to face with her.

Marcel looked down and gulped, this is it. The moment he has been waiting for has arrived in one... two... three.

The Mafia Lord Marcel was already closing down on his prize only for Arianna’s eyes to pop open and he halted his plans the way one slam on his brake before an accident. His heart almost jumped out of his chest.

This is it, he’s finished.

He knew there was a reason one should never listen to the voice of the devil and this was one of it.

Marcel knew his life was over at that moment, Arianna had specifically warned him not to initiate any sort of intimacy with her – and he broke that rule. It would be a miracle if she doesn’t crush his balls like her friend almost did to Victor.

Arianna didn’t react, Marcel noted. Her beautiful forest green eyes just kept staring back at him and he could see how beautiful they were, up close.

Damn you, Marcel, you’re still thinking of how beautiful her eyes are when you’re about to be labeled a pervert!

It wasn’t until Arianna blinked that Marcel said, “I can explain -! ”

“Is this a dream?” She interrupted him.

“Huh?” Marcel was stunned by that question.

It wasn’t until Marcel looked into her eyes and discovered she was a bit hazy that he found out she still had sleep in her eyes.

“Yeah, it’s a dream,” Marcel shamelessly affirmed so he wouldn’t be caught. He even prayed she forgets this dream when she wakes.

“Good then,” Arianna murmured.

Marcel wasn’t surprised by her comment. Arianna must be relieved she didn’t just catch him trying to kiss her, he thought. Very good then.

Hence it came as a big shock to Marcel when her hand suddenly curled around his neck and she brought his face down to hers, planting her lips firmly against his.

What the hell? Marcel was as stiff as a rock even when her lips moved against his.

What was going on? Was he dreaming? He asked himself this time.

Marcel couldn’t understand a thing, why was Arianna kissing him? All sorts of questions ran through his mind and he even thought this wasn’t real until Arianna moaned into his mouth.

IT. WAS. FUCKING. REAL.

ARIANNA WAS KISSING HIM IN A DREAM.

Marcel didn’t know whether to be relieved, angry or elated?

He was relieved that he would no longer be labeled a pervert since she was the one that initiated the kiss. Marcel would shamelessly blame her if the need arises.

But he was angry at the same time that she had the nerve to kiss him only in a dream. What happened to real life?

However, Marcel was still honored because she thought he appeared in her dream. She was dreaming of him? Why did he feel so happy about it?

Marcel was roused back to reality when she deepened the kiss and he realized how soft her lips were. His mind swarmed with desire, the kiss was much better than he thought.