Taken By The Mafia Lord

76 Call Dibs On Her

Music Recommendation- You Don’t Own Me by grace – no rap extended version.

Marcel would have stopped her.

If he had any faintest idea she could wreck this kind of havoc with just her body, he would have figured out Victor’s plan in the first place and stopped them.

She was like a wildfire that couldn’t be tamed and would spread till everything in its path was destroyed.

Marcel couldn’t take his eyes off Arianna. He was like a man bewitched by a witch even when the female company by his side did everything possible to get his focus back on her.

He gave her just one glance and she scurried away like a fox with its tail on fire. Sometimes he didn’t need words to portray his intention and the lady had seen enough of the threat in his eyes. Fortunately, she understood her body’s instinct for flight and escaped while she still had the time.

As soon as she was gone, Marcel’s grave look went back to Arianna who was now dancing on the stage without a care – for him. His blood pulsed with anger and he couldn’t tell if it was because of her dressing or the fact every other male was staring at what was supposed to be his.

His? Marcel snorted at that useless thought again. Everything will be over, come tomorrow.

But his eyes couldn’t stray away from her body, following every one of her movements; the sensual move of her hips, and every twist and whine she made.

.....

It made his groin swell especially with the little clothing she was wearing and he had no doubt that every male in this room had the same thought. And that made him angry, very, very, angry.

He was the one who first called dibs on Arianna, no one else! They had to know that! Yet Marcel couldn’t take a step forward knowing that would be the end of him. He would lose his head over her and he had to prove to his people he was in control. Arianna was not the one holding the reins here. It was him!

And then she made that drop – and his heart almost dropped with her. For a moment there, Marcel imagined a scenario where her hand slips off the metal, and she falls to her ass or braces her body with her hands only for the bones there to crack under the impact.

He winced at the imaginary sound of her bones cracking and his body jerked forward, as if heading to the stage to catch her from falling. But before he could even take a step, Arianna made a perfect drop and he released a breath he didn’t even know he had been holding. She would be the death of him

The rhythm pulsed with heavy bass that he could feel to his bones and Marcel knew she intentionally chose that song. She was sending a message to him. Sadly, she wanted the one thing he couldn’t give her.

He might not have noticed at first but it was clear to him now that Arianna’s Fate was sealed the moment they met. There was no changing it.

Marcel felt a sudden weight on his shoulder and he turned to see that it was Victor that was resting his arm on him while he held a drink in his other grasp.

Victor whistled and turned to meet his gaze, “She’s amazing, isn’t she?”

Marcel growled at him, “I’ll kill you after this,”

“Oh come on, we both know you’re not going to do that. Moreover, you wouldn’t have been treated to such an amazing sight if I hadn’t orchestrated this. You should be thanking me, you know,” He grinned at his dear cousin before taking a sip of his drink from the plastic cup.

Marcel grumbled low in his throat, unable to come to terms with Victor’s logic yet unable to refute his claim either. He hated this cousin of his.

“Now I see why you are desperate to do her,” Victor gestured to Arianna that was now climbing down the stage gingerly, literally on all fours, with a sensuous gait that could even put Catwoman to shame. And all she did while still following the rhythm of the song.

Marcel gulp, that was the sexiest thing a woman has ever done for him. Not that he has not seen other women pull off that move but she was just special. Everything she did was special. He wanted to own her.

“She’s dripping hot,” Victor confirmed for him and something like a growl escaped from Marcel’s throat when he saw the way his men crowded her.

“You said they hated her,” Marcel said with a not so pleased tone when he saw the way his men circled her and she seemed to delight in the attention.

“Guess they changed their mind,” Victor gave him a knowing smirk, and that pissed Marcel more.

Victor knew this would happen and to think that Arianna was in cahoots with him. If he had known that his cousin and Arianna would make such a great team, he would have never given them both a chance to bond.

Strange enough, his men circling Arianna like prey didn’t ruin the dance, if anything it seemed like it was all part of the routine. Like a showstopper scene in a movie musical where the main cast is playing cat-and-mouse chase with her lovers.

Except that Marcel didn’t exactly like the part where one of the men put his face in between her neck and probably kissed her there while another wrapped his arm around her waist. But she shrugged them off and continued with her dance in the limited circle they created.

“Easy,” Victor said, calling back his attention, “at this point, you might bore a hole in someone’s head,” He mused.

Marcel realized at that moment that his nails were digging into his palms so deeply he was close to drawing blood. Yet he couldn’t relax, she was driving him crazy.

He turned to Victor, “You stop that music now!” He commanded, running his hands through his hair. Marcel was close to running crazy.

“Am I crazy, this is my party. Don’t forget you permitted me to do whatever I wanted. And damn...” Victor whispered so loudly that Marcel didn’t need to guess that Arianna had performed another move that would warrant him prancing through and get her off that stage.

He met Victor’s amused gaze as he said,” If you’re not doing her dear cousin, I’ll help you with that,”

Then Marcel turned around in time to see Arianna slip a scarf off the neck of one of the men while she pushed another back down to the seat with her stiletto heels that was now placed on the edge of the seat before she used the scarf to tie around the man’s neck pulling him up to his feet and closer to her body while lip-syncing to the music.

[ You don’t own me]

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