Taken By The Mafia Lord

741 Arianna Was Secreting Pheromones

Music Recommendation:- Kiss you – Caity Baser

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As usual, Marcel ordered a new set of clothes for her to wear after they were done and right now they were seated in the hotel’s restaurant having breakfast. As much as Marcel needed to send Arianna back home, he was delaying the inevitable on purpose. He wanted to spend more time with her.

If Marcel had a way to freeze time, he would leave everyone else to be stuck in the moment while he and Arianna carried on with their lives forever. But then, it was impossible and yes, he was that selfish. If it means that he gets to have her in the end. Marcel would do anything for her.

“Mmmm, this tastes good,” Arianna squeezed her eyes shut as she relished the taste of the hotel’s exquisitely made fluffy Belgian waffles topped with syrup, berries, and whipped cream. Although they’re not the healthiest option thanks to the sugar bomb, Arianna needed to replenish her energy.

Marcel stared at Arianna, captivated by the gesture. He watched the way her head fell back in delight and exposed her white slender neck that he inched to run his lips over. Like in slow motion, her lips formed into an ‘O’ shape as she moaned. The sound was so intense to him that it vibrated through his body and down to his dick, rousing it to life.

Holy, mother of God, Marcel gripped the edge of the table so tight that his knuckles turned white. It was a good thing that he was sitting opposite Arianna and not beside her, else she would have sensed something was wrong with him. Arianna was seduction personified.

Arianna had her eyes open now and continued eating her delicious waffles, unaware of the predicament she put Marcel through. However, the universe must be set on torturing Marcel because he saw a bit of the cream at the corner of her upper lips.

He gestured to his face at the same spot, “You have something on your …” Marcel reached out to wipe out the cream from the corner of her lips when her tongue darted out instead, running it over her lips and he froze.

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The gesture happened right in front of Marcel and played in a loop in his head. All Marcel could see was her red tongue running over that luscious lips that he wanted to kiss so much. Marcel was now so hard that his dick strained against the fabric of his pants.

At once he shook the ridiculous thought out of his head and sat his ass back in his seat while trying to calm his ragging brother down there. Something must be wrong with him, he reasoned. There was no way that he was in heat or something. That was for women, right? Or perhaps, it was Arianna’s doing.

He had once read an article that said just like animals, humans do excrete pheromones. Pheromones are a hidden form of communication sent from one individual to another of the same species. Thus, triggering a hormonal change in the individual receiving the signal. Could it be that Arianna was sending him signals?

Damn, he must be losing his mind, Marcel sighed inwardly. What does him having a hard-on for the woman in front of him got to do with pheromones and biology?

“What is it? ” Arianna couldn’t help but notice that he was distracted, not to mention the beads of sweat on his forehead. She didn’t realize that it was hot in here – even though the air conditioner was on.

“Huh?”

“Are you okay?” Her face was creased in confusion.

“Of course,” Marcel covered up his discomfort with a smile. What was he going to tell her? That he needed her help with his erection that still doesn’t want to go down?

“And you still have….” A bit of the cream was still on her face.

“Oh,” Arianna wiped her face with the back of her palm and then looked to him for confirmation, “Is it still there?”

“You’re clean.” Marcel was thankful he didn’t have to touch her else he was a goner.

“That’s a relieve,” Arianna beamed at him, exposing her white teeth.

How nice it would feel if those lips were wrapped around him.

A small whiny sound left Marcel’s lips when his dick hardened more in response to his dirty thoughts.

Dear God, he shouldn’t think that. It was like fanning the flames that were threatening to engulf him. At once, Marcel pushed his seat closer to the table so an outsider couldn’t see what was going on with him.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Arianna didn’t know what to believe at this point. While she wanted to trust his words, her instincts told her something was wrong with him. Was he sick or what?

Arianna was merely acting out of concern but Marcel knew he was dead meat when he saw her reach out toward him. Unfortunately, Arianna’s touch was enough to send him sailing through the heavens. He couldn’t let that happen here. It would be embarrassing if he released in his pants. He had to do something quickly.

He had to think of something that turned him off quickly. Marcel was filled with apprehension as he saw Arianna’s hand getting closer and closer ….

Marcel had been planning to envision Daniel until his gaze caught them and his expression changed at once. So even when Arianna touched his face, nothing happened. His hard-on died off as if freezing water was poured on it.

“Why? What’s wrong?” Arianna’s brows furrowed in confusion, noticing the tension in his frame. Something was not right.

“Come on, we have to leave. Our time is up.” Marcel’s face had darkened, standing up to his feet.

“What?” Arianna still didn’t understand what was going on. One moment they were having fun and the next he was all serious. He got to have seen something.

“Marcel…” She urged him to open up.

Marcel tilted his head in their direction, “Your people are here.”

Oh.