Marcel noticed the way the environment changed as soon as those words left his mouth. She stiffened and there was a brief look of panic in her eyes making her look like a scared animal in the lion's den.Marcel felt a guilty pang hit him in the chest, they had been having a good time until he ruined it. But then, it was the truth, no matter what happens tonight, he would hand her over to the Red Giant tomorrow. But no matter how right Marcel thought he was, none of that could erase her haunted look from his mind, it stirred up his protective instincts. He had to leave here before he does something stupid."Let's go in, you've spent enough time here already," He told her, reaching for her arm to drag her inside knowing that she would resist him."I don't want to," Arianna refused him as he predicted, nudging out of his grip when he tried to touch her."Don't tempt me!" He warned her, a low growl in his throat. "I said I don't want to!" She snapped back at him, "Can't I get a little
Arianna wanted to cry alone. She needed to let out the feelings of frustration and helplessness that had been plaguing her. In just two weeks, her life has been turned upside down in a way she never expected nor did she see it coming.Why her? Was she the only girl out there and yet life decided to deal specifically with her. The persecution was too great on her. What did she do so wrong? All her life, she had tried to always be good and kind to people? Was this a punishment? Punishment for what? Why was she being punished?Arianna wallowed in sorrow and didn't notice that Marcel was back to the spot where he had been standing previously. She laid on the ground, bringing her legs up to her chest, and wrapped her arms around herself, looking so tiny and vulnerable.Marcel's heart throbbed at the sight of Arianna lying in that fragile position. Wasn't she affected by the cold? She wasn't even putting on much clothing?He stood there with no clue on what to do. The last time he tried to
Unfortunately, Arianna doesn't want his presence. So the suggestion was clearly useless to him.Another said, [Assess the situation] There was no need to assess the situation in this case when he was the one responsible for her tears. Could this get any better?[Comfort her] How in the world was he going to do that? [Be a good listener!]She wasn't even talking! Even if they did, Marcel was sure it would lead straight to another argument - that he wasn't ready for.[ Don't tell her not to cry]That was exactly what he was dying to do. Marcel was really uncomfortable and the worst part, he couldn't leave her alone for his own good. What kind of situation was this? In the end, Marcel gave up on the ideas from the internet. They were not helping him - or perhaps, he was too proud to even consider it. Why should he be the one to comfort Arianna when she decided to cry in the first place. Marcel snorted and looked away, refusing to look at her figure on the floor. And it didn't help
This changes nothing between them, Marcel thought even as Arianna lay asleep in his arms as he carried her into her, no, his room.Where was he going to sleep tonight? Don't get him wrong, Marcel had a lot of empty rooms but he preferred this one to others because of the resources he put in while decorating it. His bed especially was so soft that one would think he or she was floating on clouds while lying on it. Don't stare at him that way, it's his money and he decides what to do with it?Even as Marcel came into the house, he made sure to look out for his men - he didn't want them to misunderstand him carrying Arianna. But then since when did he begin to care about what his subordinates would say?This was not the first time he had a lady in his arms in their presence - usually, his dates would hook their hand around his arm and not him - Marcel - carrying them off their feet into his room.His men would think he was taking her to bed. Surely, it wasn't a crime to take his enemy
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? "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 w
Arianna was having one of her weird dreams again. She was so comfortable on her back that when she felt a certain heat, she opened her eyes and there was Marcel.The bulb cast a halo around him or perhaps it was her eyes playing tricks on her but he looked ethereal and out of this world."Is this a dream?" She thought but the question came out loud."Yeah, it's a dream," He answered her.No wonder, Arianna thought. It seemed surreal. Marcel wouldn't look this calm, soft and innocent in real life. Although Marcel was more of a pretty boy, he had a hint of rugged features and was scary - when he wants to be. Marcel was very handsome and had an effeminate beauty that made him more lethal than the average male out there. When he wasn't scowling or frowning - which he does all the time - he had this ingenous vibe that misled people - only for them to end up dead in the twinkle of an eye. Just like Mimi had not suspected him the first day they met, they would have taken him as an innoce
This was no longer a dream, Arianna sensed it when everything was becoming too realistic. However, she didn't have the time to ask because Marcel had already begun to wreck havoc on her body.A gasp tore from her lips when he slid his fingers through her core. Arianna moaned at that gesture, her hand now digging into Marcel's arm.Her moan was loud and throaty, which made him swell. He could feel how wet she was down there and she grew wetter with each stroke of her clit. She was all wet for him."Marcel," She practically begged him to quench the fire inside of her because he was running his fingers through her opening teasingly.Marcel's eyes were dark with desire in his gaze so smoldering that Arianna couldn't bear to look at him."Look at me," He commanded, rubbing his thumb through her as she arched her hips instinctively."Take that gaze away and I'll leave you hanging," He threatened her, intentionally teasing her again to prove his point.She looked dazed and there was a flush
Kenith couldn't wait for the day to break so he could get Arianna back. He hadn't even slept properly the night before as he was counting down how many hours were left before morning. Before everybody else could wake up, he was already done and ready to leave. He was ready to bring Arianna home.But then, it was too early, and even as a gangster, he knew one or two things about manners. He can't go and collect Arianna without the other party giving him the cue; the Luciano clan was highly respected.Kenith spent the morning restlessly. He couldn't wait to get this over with. He hasn't informed Big Joe that Arianna would be returning today else the man wouldn't have left for his trip already.He knew Big Joe was anxious for Arianna's return, just as he was. The man had given him time to find Arianna and not a particular date hence it wouldn't be counted as a crime unto him that he didn't inform him of her return before his travel.It was good anyway, he would deal with Arianna today