Chapter 66 - I Love Him (1/2)

She was his and his alone. The sound of her moan and whimpers, the sweetest music he had ever heard as he teased and worked her. He had never experienced a feeling so intense as this one and it made his blood zing. But that was until she came undone and his fantasies shattered.

Arianna was still relishing from the bliss of their sexual encounter that it took her a while to register that the man behind her had frozen up like the Arctic waters- unmoving and cold.

The temperature in the room dropped drastically and she felt goosebumps on her arms. Even when he slowly pulled his finger out of her wet fold in a way that aroused delicious shivers, she didn't dare to moan. It hadn't felt intimate at all.

If anything it seemed like someone poured cold water on her and the few minutes of intense pleasure has given way to an eternity of reality.

Arianna didn't know what to feel anymore. For starters, she was shamed beyond the fact that she let another male touch her intimately, a male that wasn't Elijah. And on the other hand, it dawned on her that she just used Marcel and that brute wasn't going to like it one bit. She shivered violently.

”Marcel...” She whispered with no clue what to do anymore. Was she supposed to beg him or just shut up altogether?

But he wouldn't talk to her yet his gaze was intense and boring a hole in her back. Sadly, there was nothing much she could do, not with her hands tied in front of her and it was a real pain trying to look over her shoulder - or maybe she was just frightened to look over her shoulders with her hands untied. If he tried to kill her, she could put up quite a fight with her hands free.

So she demanded, ”Untie me,”

And that did it.

Arianna let out a shriek when Marcel flipped her over to her back with great speed, his hands coming to clamp down on her throat as he began to choke her.

”I have never been humiliated in my twenty-six year of existence until now,” Marcel said in a whisper, however, his face was where his anger concentrated the most.

He looked like a beast, his face distorted with anger; veins protruding from his neck and temple while there was a sudden wildness in his gaze that scared the hell out of her. Arianna was sure this man before her didn't have a soul.

”Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now?!” He growled at her with an intensity that should have made her shut her eyes in terror and wait out his anger.

But Arianna had a nasty temper in the first place and snapped at him regardless of his suffocating grip on her neck. She had a voice too.

”You were the one who couldn't keep his hands to himself and I'm the one who decides who I let into my mind!”

And yep, she did it! Good work, Arianna.

A cruel smile twisted Marcel's face and Arianna's heart slammed against her chest. Oh no, she panicked. What has she done? She realized when the adrenaline that fueled her emotions wore off.

Marcel sneered, ”Since I've been labeled a pervert and used as a conduit to relish your lover's memory, I bet we could do it once more. I want to see that fire burning in your eyes so I can snuff it!” There was the cruel smile again.

”No, no, no!” Arianna screamed in terror once his hands reached for the button on her shirt. There was no way on earth she was letting him touch her!

Marcel might have touched her the first time out of need, but it was not the case this time. This second round was for sports and she wasn't an object for entertainment. He intends to humiliate her the way she hurt his pride by calling another man's name when she was with him.

Well, what was he expecting?! Elijah was the one for her - he was the one in her heart. If Marcel had just let her be, it wouldn't have come to this!

Arianna put up a tough fight, kicking him hard in the guts when he tried to grab her not caring how improper their position was or the fact her shirt had heaped around her waist revealing all that was beneath.

All that mattered was her survival.

Marcel was winded by that hard kick to his stomach but he had survived much worse plus the adrenaline rush didn't give him the time to register the pain. His jaw ticked and his blood pounded so hard that he didn't hear anything else, not her protesting cries because all he wanted was to teach her a lesson.

What was so special about Arianna that got under his skin? He couldn't tell except the primal need to claim her.