367 Iâm A Fool For You
âAww, arenât they so cute?!â Mimi squealed, staring at Arianna who had finally summoned up the courage and took the lead in kissing her prince charming.
To make sure their plan worked, Victor and Mimi were perfectly hidden at a corner watching the interaction between Marcel and Arianna. They had been thinking of plan B when they saw Arianna try to leave, but the lord was on their side this time and the two fools finally got together.
âYou know we could do better than that,â Victor suddenly said.
Mimi turned to him, âW-what?â
âYou know what I mean, love,â Victor smirked suggestively and a thrill went through her body at once, but Mimi wasnât ready for one.
She took a step back, âDonât come any closer,â
But he did.
âNope, Victor, really, donât!â She broke into a sprint, giving him a good head start before Victor went after her. He loved a good chase anyway, the prize at the end was worth it.
Meanwhile....
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Arianna moaned against the softness of Marcelâs lips and she took his face into her hands, kissing him deeper, but this might as well have been a one woman show because Marcel didnât react; he was frozen. Arianna didnât blame him, after all, he didnât see that coming, she only hoped she hadnât broken him.
She pulled away but her hand remained on his face, stroking his gorgeous face. Marcel had such fine skin, she was almost jealous. Perhaps, she would steal his toiletries later, he wouldnât mind that, right?
Marcel looked at her with his intense gaze muddled with confusion. He looked at her and then at his surroundings as if now realizing what happened. He asked her, âWhat have you done? Do you even know what you are -â
âIs it too late to choose you?â Arianna interrupted him and his gaze widened. But that was all.
Arianna had expected something else other than the flash of surprise on his face, something extra ordinary like a mind-blowing French kiss or something else like...
Nonetheless, when nothing of that nature happened, Arianna began to second guess her action, was it worth it? Or was she too late?
She laughed awkwardly, âBut then, if you have already moved on or donât want anything to do with my temperament, itâs fine!â She pursed her lips, âReally, yes! fine! We are cool, you know! You could just think of this late confession as nothing but some.... some rehearsal, you know, for when your future wife purposes.....â
She was still blabbering, when Marcel without warning lifted her up and placed her on him so she was seated astride his body on the single seater couch.
Arianna squealed at the sudden action, she was stunned by his strength neither did she see that coming and had to grab on to his shoulder to anchor herself from falling.
Eyes wide and face flushed, she glared at him, âWhat do you -!â
He crushed his lips against her and she forgot all she wanted to say, desire lighting inside of her instead. Marcel took her lips in a brutal kiss that was suffocating and she couldnât breathe. Well, to hell to air, not when she was in heaven.
Arianna pulled him close by the shoulder and his hand wrapped around her waist in a possessive hold, as if saying he wasnât ready to let go of her. Desire filled her that she didnât recognize the pain even when Marcel was brutalizing her mouth.
He dug his hand into her hair and yanked tight and she moaned into his mouth, their tongue clashing together as they battled for dominance. But even as strong willed as Arianna was, she couldnât win against Marcel.
His action was all male and hard as he kissed her passionately and deep, his hold on her waist tightening to the point that Arianna was sure she would find bruises there later. The fight drained from her and she gave in to her, offering to take what he gave her as he fucked her mouth with his tongue.
Arianna guessed that this was punishment for all the times she denied him and played around with his feelings. It wasnât until her black dots began to form behind her eye that she realized she needed oxygen or else she passed out.
She pushed him away with a loud gasp, trying to catch her breath. The both of them stared at each other, desire deep in their eyes while they heaved, their mouth slightly parted. Was he trying to kill her? It wouldnât surprise her if Marcel won the award for who could breath the longest. The man was full of surprises.
Marcel raised his hand and caressed her lips, the action sent shivers down her spine and she felt massive heat pool between her legs; Arianna was aroused.
âYou kissed me,â He pointed out while stroking her lips, wet and swollen from his brutal kiss. His chest swelled with pride, the sight looked good on her â he did to her.
âYes,â Arianna answered boldly and was very aware of the growing tent in his pants. She was sitting directly above his arousal and she had the naughty thought of grinding against him. But no, it was time for speech now. Perhaps, after that.
She reminded him,âAnd you havenât answered my question either? Am I too late, Marcel?â Arianna slightly shifted her hips against him and felt his body quiver beneath her. She knew the answer before he said it.
âWhat do you think?â Marcel didnât directly answer, the glint in his eyes offering her a challenge instead. He leaned over to kiss the curve of her neck and then her jaw while she closed her eyes, relishing the feeling.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âOne thing is for sure,â He spoke against her skin, âIâm a fool for you,â
And those very words undid every last wall Arianna put up against Marcel. She clutched her shirt and pulled him closer, and for the second time tonight, took the lead on kissing him. She wanted to remember the taste of his lips because tonight would surely go down memory lane.