Taken By The Mafia Lord

729 Let’s Make A Baby

She was right, Marcel doesn’t want her. A great feeling of disappointment washed over her and Arianna was about to withdraw entirely from him only for Marcel to stop him. Arianna glanced up at him, hope and confusion flickering in her gaze.

“I didn’t mean it that way.” He said.

“What?” Arianna did not understand him at all.

Marcel let her go and Arianna sat back down and waited for him to explain things because she had a feeling that he had a lot to say to her.

Marcel started, “Since we are in the season of uncovering secrets, I have something to tell you.”

“Okay?” Arianna had her ears wide open.

“Something happened in your absence and I might have announced something to my family that might put you in a tight position,” Marcel swallowed.

By now, Arianna was so curious about what he had to say that the suspense was killing her.

“Come on, tell me, ” She tugged on his arm, urging him to open up.

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Marcel said, “I told my family that you are pregnant,”

“What?!”

“I told them that you are carrying my child so they couldn’t suspect you and Elijah are allys,”

“Oh my God,” Arianna cupped her mouth in shock. However, laughter erupted from her lips in the next minute and she bit Marcel on the chest.

“But I’m not pregnant, am I?” She found it hilarious.

“No you aren’t else the problem would have been solved already,” Marcel rubbed pinched the space between his brows, saying, “Daniel does not fail to remind me about his grandchild that I can’t tell if he knows that I’m lying or not. Nonetheless, I’m in deep shit.”

“But then you wouldn’t be in deep shit if I get pregnant, right?”

“Of course, I would…” Marcel trailed off when her words made sense in his head. He looked at Arianna with his mouth slightly open and his narrowed eyes scrutinizing her intensely, unsure she meant what she was implying.

Nonetheless, Arianna was not intimidated by him and said to him with confidence, “Let’s make a baby, Marcel.”

Bam!

Ah explosion went off in his head and he couldn’t think straight

“No…” Marcel didn’t even know when the words left his mouth. His head was still reeling from his suggestion.

“What do you mean by the word, no?” Arianna was slightly annoyed by his refusal.

“Making a baby is not just something that you decide out of the moon. What if you wake up one morning and decide you don’t want me anymore and regret having my baby?” Marcel let his fears speak through him.

However, Arianna didn’t look bothered as he had expected her to be. She was usually the one concerned about all of this. How did the roles reverse so quickly?

Arianna answered him, “That sounds to me like a future problem and we are currently in the present, Marcel.” She reached for him but he avoided her.

“I think you’re not taking this seriously?” Marcel said to her.

“Or rather you are the one taking it too seriously?” Arianna went on to say, “In the past, having a child is all you ever wanted and now that I’m up for it, you don’t want it anymore?”

He gulped, “No, it’s not -”

“I love you, Marcel, and although the future is uncertain, I would never regret having a child with you.” She told him seriously, “I keep on telling you, Marcel, you are not your father.”

And that comment struck a chord with him because he stopped moving and Arianna took that chance to lean into him. Well, that was until her lips met his and he remembered to say, “Or maybe we are moving too….”

Arianna swallowed the rest of his words in a kiss and he couldn’t speak anymore. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she settled on his lap and was straddling him, and even as strong as Marcel was, he couldn’t resist her seduction anymore.

She was still in her dress from the wedding, so when Arianna sat on him, it rode up her thigh. Marcel pushed the skirt futher up her thigh until it hitched around her waist and couldn’t go any further and her ass clad in the pink panty was exposed to him.

Arianna groaned into his mouth when she felt Marcel’s bare hands on her bottom as he ground her on him. Her hand dug into the silky texture of his hair, pleasure coursing through her like a wildfire that was beginning to burn without control, consuming anything in its path.

The slightest touch from Marcel sent tingles all over her body considering It has been a while since she was with him. Hence she planned to savor every second of being with him as her lips and tongue licked and molded his.

It was the same case for Marcel as well. He thought that with what happened between the both of them over weeks, his longing and craving for her would diminish. But then, it was the opposite because his hunger for her seemed to have grown greatly and he couldn’t wait to claim her till there was nothing to take from her.

Greedy for more of his attention, Arianna curled her finger into his shirt and tugged him closer to her. She kissed him with feverish urgency as if nothing tasted better in the world than him. They were pressed so closely to each other that they might as well be naked, the clothes nothing but a flimsy barrier between them.

Arianna kept kissing him, devouring his lips that she had hungered for weeks during their time apart while Marcel’s hand previously resting on her thigh traveled up and the next she knew, he moved his hand into her clit and started to work it with his fingers.

She moaned muffledly into his mouth, her body tightening around him but it didn’t stop Marcel from circling his fingers around her sensitive nub. When Arianna couldn’t take it anymore, she pulled away from the kiss and tipped her head back. She could feel the pleasure, raw and intense and her body shook through the orgasm.