Chapter 77 - She Let Go Of The Pole And Jumped (1/2)

Arianna had never felt in control than now. She felt free and powerful like she was on top of the world especially with the way all of the men in here wanted a piece of her.

She was the queen now and just as Arianna wanted, she successfully brought everyone to their knees even though her body hurt like hell from that drop she made. But the adrenaline kept her going and the testosterone that saturated the room was so thick she might as well choke on it.

But she didn't care, that was what she wanted anyway. And the DJ understood the ambiance as well because he replayed the music even when it was due to end. The crowd was high because of her and no one wanted the fun to end anytime soon.

Arianna knew Marcel was watching and didn't give a care. This song was dedicated to him anyway, so he should watch and listen well.

Although Arianna knew this wouldn't change his mind or the plans he has for her, she wanted him to know that she doesn't belong to him. She was her own person and may God help her if she dares find an opportunity of leaving here, she would escape without looking back. May God help her, indeed.

So when she met his gaze over the shoulder of the man she was currently gyrating her hips against, Arianna smirked devilishly at him. She passed a message to Marcel, other men wanted her so he shouldn't treat her like shit. She deserved to be treated like a lady.

Unfortunately, if Arianna knew that act only woke the primal beast inside of Marcel she wouldn't have attempted that in the first place.

”I would kill you,”

”What?” Victor was surprised at his tone.

Marcel turned to him with a fierce gaze, ”I would kill you if you dare try to do shit or even think shit about her!” He growled threateningly.

”Easy there, big boy,” Victor raised his hand in surrender, a humorous glint in his eyes, ”Finder's keeper, remember?”

Victor was only fooling around with him, Marcel struggled to remember that because he was almost tempted to beat his cousin into a pulp when he made that statement about f*cking Arianna.

He was the one who found Arianna first and he would be the one to decide who she sleeps with - like heck, that is happening. Not now, not in a thousand years.

”She's not my type anyway,” Victor defended himself,”Arianna looks like the type that would rain fire on earth and you're more suited to douse out the flame. Go on, big brother alpha, go claim what's yours before those low ranking wolves get a nip,” he encouraged his cousin.

What's his? Marcel felt the word ring in his head. Arianna belongs to him? Of course, she does.

A wicked smile graced Marcel's lips as he pushed aside the first man in his path. The others upon getting the hint made an opening for Marcel the way the Red Sea was parted.

Arianna was busy dancing and going from limb to limb when she sensed a sudden commotion and out of nowhere, Marcel appeared in front.

At once her throat dried up and her lipsynching trailed off, almost like she went off-key.

Marcel smirked at her, a predator's prayer before he pounced on its prey.