Taken By The Mafia Lord-Chapter 843 - Mama Is Always Right

843 Mama Is Always Right

“Good morning, sleepy head,” Those were the words that greeted Marcel when he opened his eyes. Arianna was lounging on his bed and she was smiling down on him, today was going to be a good day.

Excited at the rare and beautiful sight, Marcel lunged at her, intending to gather her into his arms but the sharp pain that cut through him did well to remind him that he was still a patient. Good grief, can’t a man get a woman here?

Arianna snorted, amused at the scene, and decided to do him the favor by leaning forward and pressing a brief kiss to his lips, “Good morning, Marcel.”

“Good morning, love.” He said, chasing after her lips but Arianna turned her face the other way, saying,

“Brush.”

Marcel groaned, lying back down on his back. He swore he was usually lazy around her and he liked it. It was hard to catch a break around here and her presence seemed to make everything easier. Sadly, this was not the time to go on leave. There were so many things to handle since that shoot-out .

“Marcel,” Arianna sat up, patting him on the shoulder, “Get your lazy ass off the bed.”

He turned, only to wrap his arms around her waist, and placed his head on her lap instead, mumbling some words that she couldn’t comprehend. Arianna looked at him and shook her head in pity, this is what happens whenever she comes around.

So she let him be, knowing that he wouldn’t remain on the bed forever. Instead, she leaned back against the bed’s headboard, staring at nothing while her fingers played with his silky hair. The both of them remained in that position, relishing the comfortable silence until Arianna felt a hand travel up her thigh, and she could feel the goosebumps upon her soft skin.

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The breath catching in her throat alerted Marcel that she was now aware of what he was doing and when she did not attempt to stop him, he took it as a silent approval.

She should stop him, Arianna had thought. But then, why? He was her boyfriend and he was making a move on her. Well, except for the fact that her boyfriend was currently injured and shouldn’t engage in any vigorous activity till he recovered. Perhaps her mother was right, nothing can stop a man from having a go at it even if he was crippled.

“Marcel….” Arianna reminded him, his hand getting increasingly close to her sensible nub. Her breath was ragged now, her chest rising and falling.

Arianna was in his shorts that she stole from his wardrobe yesterday to go to bed. The shorts were bigger on her which meant Marcel had enough space to slip his hand through the edge and she was not wearing any panties.

But Marcel only hummed a response as his hand continued its expedition until he found her clit and rubbed through her wetness. A sound that was close to a moan left her throat and Arianna had to bite down on her lips to keep the sounds from coming.

Her hand was clutching the sheet tightly as she felt the feelings beginning to spring to life and Marcel said to her, “Come on, love, we both know that you can’t hold it back forever.”

And as he spoke, Marcel began to circle his fingers on her clit and she let out a sharp gasp, throwing her head back as she tried to hold on to that semblance of control. But then, there was something sinfully wicked about him working her clit like that and she can’t even see him.

“You know that you can’t win this, Arianna,” Marcel said even as he continued to circle her clit and she could feel it in every inch of her body. He was like a master violinist and her body was the poor strings being pulled.

Arianna was writhing against the bed, her hand clutching a fistful of his hair and pulling at it so hard it hurt but she stubbornly refused to moan out her pleasure and give Marcel what he wanted.

She said to him in between a hiss, trying so hard to control herself, “You can’t always have what you want… God damn you, Marcel!”

Marcel must have been waiting for that response because he increased his assault, and a moan slipped free from her mouth. Damn, she failed! But who cares when it feels so good?

Arianna finally let herself go as Marcel wanted, mewling and moaning her desire as his finger slid from one end to the other, lapping at her clit. He increased his pace and added another finger so her head felt light and she felt she was levitating as white-hot pleasure cascaded through her and then she was falling back to earth.

Her chest was heaving as Marcel finally withdrew his fingers and sat up to face her so she watched as he licked her juices off his fingers. The heat in the depth of his gray eyes told her that not even his injuries would hinder him from devouring her whole this morning.

Her mama was right.

“You said something about brushing, you wouldn’t mind assisting a patient carry out his morning hygiene routine?” Although Marcel said it so innocently, Arianna knew from the glint in his eyes that this was far from over.

Marcel was not going to force her to do anything she doesn’t want to, so she should say no for his health’s sake. But of course, she did the opposite, always a glutton for punishment. But then, could you blame her? The man was so devilishly handsome that if he said, drop your pants, she would do it without hesitation. He wielded his weapon beauty like a weapon.

Moreover, she was leaving soon and who knows when they would meet again. She had to take advantage of this moment to the fullest else she misses him again. So Arianna got out of the bed and stretched her hand which he took and she helped him to his feet.

And they went into the bathroom where she helped him with his hygiene routine.

Wink wink.