Taken By The Mafia Lord

Marcel knew that he was a possessive bastard and he had no problem owning up to it. Having grown up in a household where he had almost zero friends or attachment, aside from Victor, he was overprotective of any little thing that interested him. He didn’t have a normal childhood and grew up live with that shattered part of him, so there was no way on earth that he was losing the only thing that mattered to him now. Arianna was going nowhere. That was why he had to get rid of Elijah as well. Yeah, he was a selfish bastard too, add that to his shining personality.

Looking into her hopeful gaze, Marcel could see how much Arianna wanted this, and damn him if he wasn’t going to do that just to see that bright smile on her face. He understood her point since was never the type to stay in a place for long. His life revolved around the Mafia and he had to admit that he enjoyed the thrill that comes with his job, he could not live without that. So yes, he understood her well.

“Fine,” Marcel said, “I would see what I can do about it.”

The moment he said that, Arianna launched herself at him with a cry of joy, pressing her soft, luscious lips against his in a kiss that made his heart tumble in delight. Arianna was probably one of the rare women excited at having a job when he offered her enough luxury at her disposal. But then, that was his strong woman and probably one of her qualities that he enjoyed the most.

Marcel took that opportunity to let his hands wander down, cupping her bottom and pressing her against his arousal that sprang to life. Yeah, with her around, he was never satisfied. However, he let out a groan of dissatisfaction when Arianna pulled out of the kiss too soon and his lips chased after her causing her to chuckle.

“Nope, Marcel,” She shifted her face the other way, dodging his advances. But he did not give up and dropped his lips to her slender neck instead, peppering kisses on her tender skin as she held onto his shoulder only to push him away gently at the last minute.

Marcel let out a growl, his hands now resting on her waist to keep her from escaping. He was hard and wouldn’t mind them continuing from where they stopped – in the comfort of his room, of course. There was no way he was fucking Arianna out here for his men to see, Arianna was his. His alone.

“I’m hungry,” Arianna commented when he wouldn’t stop whining like a love-deprived puppy – and maybe he was – but he finally stopped. Marcel realized that she hadn’t eaten much between the time he spent relating about his mother and Clara chasing after them.

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“The date was a disaster,” Marcel winced at his inability to deliver the perfect date he had in mind. If only that woman hadn’t arrived then Arianna would have had the best of her life.

“No, it wasn’t. We had fun, remember?” She reminded him of the way they played Clara, but Marcel had another idea.

“Yeah, which part of the fun?” He teased her knowingly watching as she blushed red and a smile crossed Marcel’s lips before he knew it. God, he loves this woman.

Damn, he loves her.

“I need to eat,” Arianna was unable to respond to him and chose the easiest way, running away.

“I’ll alert the staff to prepare something for you.” He happily kept up with her pace.

But she rejected his offer, “No, thank you. I’m not about to wake the poor cook this late at night just because I’m hungry.”

“I pay them for it.”

“And I refuse to be inconsiderate.”

Marcel saw that stubborn tick in her jaw and knew that he was not going anywhere with this argument. Sometimes, he kept on wondering if she was the boss or him.

“Fine, do whatever you want,” He added immediately, “But I’ll be the one doing the cooking.”

Arianna stopped, blinking at him in surprise, before asking, “You know how to cook?”

“Yes.”

No.

The only thing Marcel knew how to do was to boil his water and prepare his coffee. Why learn about cooking when he had enough staff that took care of his needs since birth?

Victor was the chef of the family.

In fact, the only reason Marcel learned how to make his coffee was that his cousin began to use the knowledge to gain favors from him. So he learned how to make it and ended Victor’s reign of freeloading.

“Of course, I know. How hard can it be?” Marcel boasted as if it wasn’t hard work

But twenty minutes later, Arianna was seen trying to extinguish the fireball in the frying pan while Marcel stood, covered with soot.

Who in the world burns pancakes?! Well, you’re staring at him right there. By the time Arianna was done, the kitchen was covered with smoke and she learned a valuable lesson never to let Marcel cook again. He was just not... destined for it?

“What should we do now, I burned your food?” Marcel dropped his head like a puppy who knew he did something wrong.

Arianna laughed at the gesture before ruffling his hair, saying, “Well, I’m not that hungry anymore,” not after she filled her stomach with the smoke, “So perhaps, you can go wash up, and then we could cuddle and watch some movie?”

“Cuddling and movies?” Marcel said with distaste, crunching his nose as if that was the worst idea he has ever heard, “But then, we could fuck. There are condoms, you know,” His eyes lit up naughtily at the idea.

Arianna gave him a sweet smile that deceived Marcel into thinking she accepted his offer,

“Sorry, but my Lady Vag is closed for tonight. So movie or not?”