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Taken By The Mafia Lord

[Completed] Nemesis!  If Arianna had known that irritating man would change her life in the worst way possible, perhaps she would have poisoned his coffee the first day they met. Arianna who was tricked and about to be married off to a Loan shark by her uncle's family, finally found a way to escape. However, that was all ruined when Marcel, the feared lord of the underworld captured her. The one thing she desired the most - her freedom - was taken from her. Marcel prided on the fact that he was well feared, respected, and revered in the city. His name caved terror in the hearts of people, however, his reputation is put to test when a familiar stranger relieved him of his property right under his nose. Anger simmers in his veins as he goes on a manhunt against the pickpocket who robbed him. When he gets Arianna, Marcel is sure to show her that nobody steals from Marcel Luciano and goes scot-free. On the other hand, Arianna loathes him so much and would do everything to escape that crazy Mafia. Unfortunately, what if she ends up stealing his heart as well. Read to find out. ~~~~~ "You're a monster, Marcel," "Don't monsters deserve to be loved too?" *Note - this book has strong sexual themes, strong language, violence, and gore. It would leave you on the edge and get you screaming for more. So if you can't handle the burn, drop it without abusing me in the comment box (I won't take it lightly if it does happen). If you can handle the burn, then welcome to the Mafia world!

Glimmy · Urban
Not enough ratings
918 Chs

Creativity Is In Abundance Today

Marcel groaned as Arianna ground against him, her pace increasing while she shove her tongue into his mouth, stroking his tongue swiftly, and meeting his intensity with her own.

However, Arianna pulled away and let out a pure cry of desire when he grabbed her waist and bucked his hips against her, aiding the process and dry humping her faster.

"Marcel...." She gasped loudly, her fingers threading through his hair and her nails scratched his scalp, pulling him to get impossibly closer.

She squealed, throwing her head back as she tipped over that glorious pinnacle. She floated for seconds before descending back on earth, greedily taking in a mouthful of breath. 

Marcel wasn't sure that he had seen Arianna look sexier than at that moment of her release. The sight was quite stimulating. She then looked down at him, eyes dark with desire yet wide with enlightenment as well. She has become corrupted by his darkness.