Taken By The Mafia Lord

“Get in the damn tub, Marcel,” She commanded him and he turned to look at her in surprise, before he smiled, “I like it when you’re bossy. It’s so damn sexy and look what you do to me,” He pointed to his arousal that had grown in size and heat rushed to her cheeks. No, she can’t fall under his control. She was in charge this time and had to obey that.

So Arianna reached out without warning and slapped him across the bottom hard causing his eyes to widen and then narrow dangerously into a slit like a dragon who was awoken from his slumber and for a moment there, Arianna thought she has crossed the line until he smirked darkly, “I’ll get you for that, sooner than you think. But until then....” Her expression brightened, “I’ll obey your commands, mistress,” His voice turned husky and seductive at the end, sending heat to her core. Sigh, who was in control here?

Marcel stepped proudly into the customized jacuzzi bathroom with its blue-colored light and sat down comfortably, spreading his legs in the warm, jetted water and her throat went dry. The bathtub was more than enough for the both of them, but until then, Arianna wanted to have her fill of him.

Today’s experience treated her with the realization that Marcel’s life was in constant danger and she could really lose him in the blink of an eye. So she took her time, taking in every detail of him, like the shine in those gray eyes of him whenever the both of them were about to get dirty; the shape of his nose and his sensuous lips. In one word, his face was sculpted by an angel.

Marcel looked nothing like his father except for the signature gray eyes of the Luciano family and his blonde hair. It relieved her to know that even if he had the nature of his father, he was nothing like him and she prayed he would keep to that.

For Marcel to look this good, Arianna guessed his mother must have been a beautiful woman and she thanked the lord for a woman like her, even though it was quite a loss she didn’t get to see her. Arianna would have asked Marcel for more details about his mother, but she knew that was a sensitive topic for him; neither was it suitable for a setting like this one.

So she walked over to the side and propped her chin up on the edge of the bathtub, her gaze lazily staring at him, “I wonder what your men would say when they see you sprawled out like this and under his mercy?” She asked intentionally, her hand going to draw circles on his chest submerged in the water.

But Marcel cocked his head to the side with a raised brow, “What do you think they would do, my love? They would probably give you everlasting words of thanks for allowing them to compare their sizes to mine,” He laughed all by himself because Arianna was lost in her own thoughts.

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Were men that sensitive about sizes? She saw no big deal about it, and she was not going to lie, Marcel tore her apart sometimes it hurt. Nonetheless, she was never going to reconsider that dick. It was hers.

And speaking of dicks, she reached out and wrapped her hand around Marcel’s, stroking it gently and he groaned even at the smallest of that gesture. Her heart swelled with pride knowing that she was the only one who could tame the fearless crime lord.

She hastened her pace and a mangled growl came from his lips only for him to stop her and she looked at him questioningly.

“If I’m coming, it would be inside of you, I’m not wasting my seed in these waters,” He told her firmly and a smile crossed her lips. Guess someone couldn’t do without her.

Without anyone telling her to make a move, Arianna stepped into the bathtub with him. She straddled his hips letting him know that even though she succumbed to his need, he wasn’t taking away her control. The massaging action of the Jacuzzi-style bath and the

soothing sensation of the water almost tempted her to give up this round but nothing was sweeter than sex neither was Marcel going to let her tease him and go scot-free.

So she leaned over him, brushing her lips across his and giving him the faintest of kisses that only made him growl in annoyance, but she withdrew from him and laughed at his helplessness. It felt good to be at the top, it was exhilarating knowing he was below her and at her mercy. Now, he would take what she gives him.

Without as much as a warning, Arianna lifted her hips and impaled herself on him only for a strangled scream to leave her lips. She had forgotten how huge he was and in this position, she could feel him, the whole of him, sheathed to her cervix and she gasped for air. Marcel moaned long as her tight walls stretched around his huge size like a cobra squeezing its prey to death.

“Fuck!” He hissed through gritted teeth as she moved faster and faster against him. Arianna took both of his hands and placed them on his breast, commanding him what to do with them and he indulged her.

He started to massage, pinch and teasing her nipples that had pebbled from the stimulation.

“Yes, Marcel, yes....” Arianna relished the feeling as she bounced up and down on his dick, then lowered her body and ground herself down on his erection.

However, what blew Marcel’s mind was when she twerked her bottoms and he was a goner. His mind was shattered and it didn’t even surprise him that he came instantly inside of her, and they shuddered together, trembling with release.

It was confirmed, he was going to marry this woman. She gave him the best ride of his life.