Chapter 66 - I Love Him (2/2)

Marcel had been intimate with many women yet it was nothing compared to when he was with Arianna. She pushed him! She challenged him! She made his blood stir! And he had thought himself lucky as he brought her to ecstasy until she called that name. And then anger filled him, Elijah took what was supposed to be his.

Seeing he was undefeated, Arianna tried to launch another kick but he caught her legs and pushed them apart, wrapping it around his hips and she couldn't do any damage to him - except maybe pull him flush to the molten heat through her panties.

Arianna must have realized that as well because she stopped fighting, her eyes narrowed as she took in the precarious position they were in.

Even while they were fighting, she didn't fail to turn him on. Arianna was really wonderful, Marcel snorted inwardly.

Perhaps Victor was right, she was a witch that would entrance him till he was nothing but pudding in her hands and if he was smart enough, he should run.

But he didn't.

Living off the edge has always been his thing and Arianna seems to provide more than enough of that.

This was a dangerous game and the both of them were dangling off the edge of a cliff, Arianna gulped when she felt his hard-on against her entrance that was sealed by her red underwear - that was hardly even protection. She could feel him.

Her legs were wrapped around his waist and she didn't know whether releasing them would make their position worse. However, the guilt returned when an image of Elijah flashed in her head, and clarity returned with it.

This was all wrong.

How would she react if she saw Elijah with a woman in the same position she and Marcel were in right now. The jealousy that clawed at her chest was all the answer she needed. She couldn't even stomach the thought of it nor would Elijah if he could see them right now.

”No, stop it!” She told Marcel when he leaned over her. She tried to push him away with her bound hands that were in front of her.

But Marcel growled warningly at her as if he didn't like being interrupted just before his lips landed on her neck and he sucked on the spot between her shoulder and neck sending delicious shivers down her spine.

”Oh my... No,” Arianna tried not to relish the heavenly sensation. As much as she didn't like Marcel, her body liked him, way too much. She had to stop this now before her brain got muddled with lust once again.

”Marcel, please stop this!” She begged him, her voice much louder and firmer but the man in question wasn't listening, he was lost in his desires.

He obviously didn't agree to her terms because he rubbed against her entrance at that moment and a throaty moan left Arianna's mouth, her back arching off the bed.

Holy God, the feeling was exquisite and for a brief dark moment, Arianna began to wonder why she was even fighting him off in the first place. Marcel could give her what she wanted - what her body wanted - and she had a feeling it was going to be worth it.

With the demonstration from earlier, Marcel knew how to bring her to a euphoria so great she might forget her name, unlike Elijah…..

Elijah.

Arianna finally remembered the reason she was fighting. She was fighting because she knew he would be back for her and she wanted to be worthy of his return.

At once, Arianna announced, ”I love him, Marcel. I love Elijah,”

And that was all it took for Marcel to get off her with a string of curses - some of the languages he muttered, unfamiliar to her.

With his violent profanities, he strode past the flooded room and banged the door so hard the room shook.

Even with his absence, Arianna didn't move. She laid on the bed crying till his staff rushed in afterward to clear the mess she had created without bothering her - well, all aside Redhead who laid down beside her as if comforting her.

She missed Elijah.