Taken By The Mafia Lord

411 She Was Born A Boy

Arianna held onto the edge of the table as if her life depended on it. Marcel still had his finger inside of her and her core trembled around him as she tried to regulate her heartbeat.

Honestly, it was quite thrilling doing something bad under the table with no one knowing – well except Mimi- and was almost tempted to go for a second round, but Arianna still had her morals. Hence she looked over her shoulder and glared at Marcel who had this smug expression on his face – he knew what he did.

With her intense gaze, she warned him to take his finger out of her and stop tempting her. She should have known this was indeed his real purpose for providing this dress in the first place.

Marcel gave her a look that said, “Fine since you asked,”

He pulled his finger out of her but not without stroking slowly along her wetness and then the tip of her sensitive clit and a moan almost escaped her mouth again had she not cupped it with her hands.

That bastard! She glared at him.

Yet, without anyone knowing, he put that same finger into his mouth and sucked it while holding her gaze. Arianna felt her walls clench, getting aroused with just that lustful and burning desire in his head.

“You taste sweet,” Marcel mouthed to her.

Her nipples puckered and she had to turn her face away with lightning speed before she lost control and do something incredibly stupid.

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This must be Marcel’s ploy to make her do something stupid in front of everyone and make it seem as if she was more desperate for his attention, but it was not going to happen. Especially not in front of the innocent Winters. The girl has been oppressed already by their sweetness.

Marcel might laugh now, but she would have the last laugh. Arianna was determined to have her revenge on him. He wouldn’t go scot-free for this.

They focused on their meals, except for the fact that Mimi kept playing mom to Winters. Since the young girl complained of being stressed, her dear friend was determined to take care of her. Unfortunately, her tender, loving, care became too much that Winters had to flee the dining and escape her. She was having her meals separately from now on.

But that move was useless because the meeting was being held in her quarters. In one word, they went to Winter’s room after they were done with their meal.

“Wow,” Arianna and Mimi breathed upon stepping into the girl’s room. Perhaps because of her profession, Winters was a very private person and this was the first time both of them were seeing her room and the first thing to note about it was the space.

Mimi turned to Victor with a pout, “Why is her room bigger than mine?”

“Because you’re not a permanent resident,” Victor blurted out until he saw the deadly look on his girlfriend’s face. He cleared his throat and explained immediately, “You don’t exactly live here, babe, unlike the others,” He referred to Arianna and Winters.

And Victor wasn’t wrong about that, unlike Arianna who was technically still a hostage, and Winters whose services were currently employed, Mimi came here from her home. The only reason she hasn’t gone home for the past two days was that she lied to her parents that she was going out of town to spend time with Arianna.

Apparently, she lied to her parents that Arianna finally moved out of her uncle’s home after finding a job in the next city. Arianna was the only reason her family even related with her uncle and his wife in the first place. Hence, now Arianna was gone, they kept a distance from each other. Moreover, after the visit from Marcel, Arianna’s family has been doing well to keep to themselves.

Mimi looked disappointed until Victor pulled her to his side and reminded her, “You have my room, remember?” and she spends most of her time in his room or Arianna’s. In one word, Mimi does not need her room in the first place when it is always empty; she was merely occupying space.

“Don’t be jealous, I like my space,” Winters said to her proudly and Mimi clawed the air, how dare that little girl put on airs with her. Mimi gave up on the role of being a mother to her, she liked it better when they bickered. That arrogant ass.

“I like your room,” Arianna complimented her, looking around.

Winters kept her space as practical as possible with smart living room storage, functional seating, and a gallery wall. She seems to enjoy the same luxury as Marcel.

“Thank you,” Winters said to her, going to pick up her laptop from where she dropped it on the table in the center of the room. Her computers and tools were set up in the other room and out of access for everybody – including Marcel – unless she decided otherwise.

However Arianna wrinkled her nose at the last minute, “However, it’s too masculine,” she hinted at the monochrome decorating scheme. The room simply lacked warmth for the girl she was.

“I almost mistook it for another one of Marcel’s rooms. One would think a male lived here instead of a female. By chance, if you want to redecorate -”

“No, it’s alright, I picked it on purpose,” Winters said to her, eyes glued to the screen, “Moreover, I grew up as a male, so this is nothing, trust me. ” She muttered.

Arianna looked at Marcel in question in confusion wondering what the girl was talking about. It was at that moment that she came to learn that Winters was actually from a wealthy and prestigious family.

She had been born a genius from birth and was even done with high school contrary to what Arianna thought. The young girl even got admission to Harvard and had the life everyone would wish for except for one thing.

She was born a girl.