Taken By The Mafia Lord

723 Asking For His Forgiveness

She scared him real good, Arianna realized upon seeing a panicking Marcel and the guilt gnawed at her heart. So she tried to remedy the situation by saying,

“You don’t have to blame yourself, Marcel, it’s not your fault. Moreover, I knew deep down that you were going to catch me. You can think of it as me trusting you once again from this moment on.”

But it made everything worse because Marcel snapped at her, “No, you shut it! Don’t even say a word.”

Arianna was sympathetic at first, after all, her death would have greatly affected Marcel and as well turn him into his murderer since no one would believe that she had been the one that fell by herself. It wasn’t everyday that a woman comes to visit her ex and falls off the balcony without being pushed.

No, nobody would believe that Marcel was innocent and her mother would rain fire on him. The war between both of their families would become inevitable. Damn, Arianna had not really thought about the consequences of her action. But then, Marcel’s tone was insulting and her patience soon wore thin.

“No, Marcel,” She corrected him, “You don’t get to talk to me that – mmm,”

Arianna was cut off when Marcel pressed his lips against hers and silenced the rest of her words in a kiss. Alright, she thought, if this was his way of getting her to shut up, then she would make a hell of a noise all the days of her life.

The kiss took her by surprise as his lips moved against hers firmly and melted away every form of protest in her. Not that she was going to protest anyway. It had been a long since she kissed Marcel and right now, every nerve in her body came alive.

Arianna knew that she promised Elijah that she wouldn’t return to the base with Marcel, however, with how mesmerizing the kiss was, She was likely going to do anything he asked of her in a blink of an eye. Yes, including returning to the base with him. She missed him so much.

.....

A moan left her mouth as Marcel deepened the kiss and she was a goner. Arianna’s legs became weak as if there was no more life in them and gave out from beneath her, and Marcel was the one supporting her so she held onto his shoulder and anchored herself to him while he continued to ravage her lips.

Marcel kissed her with a ravenous need so great that it stunned her physically and mentally. His tongue stroked hers as he dominated the kiss. His hands wrapped around her waist and pushed her flat against his body such that the only space between them was the clothes between them.

But then, the both of them might as well have been naked because she could feel every hard plane of his body pressed against hers and Arianna knew she would bruise with how tight Marcel was holding her. Her heart was pounding hard in her throat and she wanted air but couldn’t get one since Marcel stole it.

He kissed her as if she was going to vanish if he dared to open his eyes and he didn’t want to let go of her. The movement of his lips against hers was hard and desperate and it wasn’t until he bit hard on her lower lips enough to draw blood that she yelped and got away from him.

Arianna greedily swallowed air as soon as they broke apart considering she didn’t know what he was thinking and when he might steal her air again. But then, it happened sooner than she expected because he pushed her up against the wall and his lips crashed down on hers once again.

Unlike earlier when Marcel had been validating that she was well and alive, he claimed her mouth this time in a brutal kiss that cleared away every doubt that she had about him moving on without her. It was as if she was the very air that he breathe seeing how intent he was in stealing it.

As if that wasn’t enough, Marcel wedged his knee between her thighs and ground her on it earning sweet moans from her mouth. His grip on her waist tightened as he kissed her harder and ground her faster, swallowing her moans into his mouth.

Arianna clung to him as Marcel took her through the ride or so she thought because he stopped all of a sudden and pushed away from her as if she was horrendous and he didn’t want to be anyway near her.

“No, no, no! This is not happening again! I refuse to be your slave!” Marcel looked at her with his fierce eyes burning into hers and said, “I am not going to let my raging hormones get in the way once again and pretend that this never happened! That you never betrayed me!”

Arianna came down from her high, surprisingly standing on both of her feet even though her legs felt like jelly right now. However, the fog had cleared from her head and she knew that this was the moment of accountability that she had been waiting for.

She tried to reach for him but Marcel took a step back and that made her heart shatter into pieces even though it was merely a small gesture compared to them making out minutes ago.

“Speak!” Marcel growled at her.

But then, he had a good reason for avoiding her because all that she needed was a touch and he would be a slave to her once again. Marcel was not going to let that happen again, not until she owned up to her sins. Arianna had been enjoying special privileges until now. She needed to know the other side of him that was unforgiving.

“I’m sorry,” Arianna whispered, the tears finally rolling down her cheek as she lowered her head in shame, “I should have trusted you, not doubt every one of your efforts even though you did nothing but placed each of my needs before yours. So please, forgive me, Marcel. I should have done better and not betrayed your trust like that.” She asked for his forgiveness.