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The bulb cast a halo around him or perhaps it was her eyes playing tricks on her but he looked ethereal and out of this world.

“Is this a dream?” She thought but the question came out loud.

“Yeah, it’s a dream,” He answered her.

No wonder, Arianna thought. It seemed surreal. Marcel wouldn’t look this calm, soft and innocent in real life.

Although Marcel was more of a pretty boy, he had a hint of rugged features and was scary – when he wants to be. Marcel was very handsome and had an effeminate beauty that made him more lethal than the average male out there.

When he wasn’t scowling or frowning – which he does all the time – he had this ingenous vibe that misleads people – only for them to end up dead in the twinkle of an eye.

Just like Mimi had not suspected him the first day they met, they would have taken him as an innocent stranger, until he communicated with her and she saw the demons hiding in those eyes.

And right now, Arianna was staring at that same innocent face in her groggy state. Marcel would be a whole lot more approachable if he had this kind of expression every day.

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And it was while she was checking him out that her gaze fell on his lips. How could a man’s lips be so naturally luscious? The women population would be so jealous.

For the first time, Arianna was in control of her dream and she had a feeling it wasn’t going to turn out to be a nightmare.

“Good then,” Arianna muttered and then pulled Marcel to her as she kissed him.

The shock on Marcel’s face was so strong that she could have bet that this was reality and not a dream. But she was soon lost in the moment to think about it.

Arianna had to press down firmly on his lips before she was granted access and God, his lips were soft and smooth. It seems that Marcel made good use of his lip palm, unlike Elijah whose lips were chapped, although she was soon caught up in the desires of her body to think about that then.

Arianna didn’t want to compare between both men, but Marcel had very plump, soft lips that she kissed even though he wasn’t responsive. No wonder, this was a dream.

He tasted faintly of alcohol that he must have consumed at the party... At the party? No this was a dream. Arianna choose to believe that even when she deepened the kiss, a moan left her lips.

And at that moment, Marcel took over as if he finally woke from his slumber. He crushed his lips against her, kissing her so deeply that Arianna couldn’t breathe anymore.

Well, it did not matter because this was a dream and even if she died here because she was robbed of breath, she would revive in real life. In fact, death was all she needed to wake up.

But then, Arianna didn’t want to wake up. At least until this sweet moment was over, then she can return to the cruel world. Until then, she would remain in this utopia where Marcel was a pleasant gentleman and right now, was liting dark desires inside of her.

“Marcel,” Arianna moaned his name, her hand digging into his hair.

Hearing Arianna moan his name sent a red-hot rush of need echoing through Marcel. He felt proud that he had pushed all thoughts of Elijah out of her head. He has conquered back what was his.

He used his tongue to gently caress the edges of her lips and Arianna groaned, arching her back off the bed slightly. The actions caused tingles down her spine and it made her toes curl in pleasure, a slight purr in her throat.

That sexy sound turned Marcel on and he didn’t care if she thought this was a dream or not, he rocked his hips against her, greedily devouring the moans that left her lips as a result of it.

Her body was on fire; every blood in Arianna’s veins seemed as if it had turned into molten fire and she wanted more. At once, Arianna wrapped her legs around his hips and pushed him further against her now wet core, her lips covering his in a passionate kiss.

Marcel groaned, this woman would be the death of him. At once, his hands grabbed her naked thighs because the polo that she wore was bundled around her waist thanks to her earlier movements.

Arianna was in a hurry; her hands pulled on his scalp even as she kissed him while her other hand caressed his bare chest, making him tremble. Marcel knew he was not going to last in this state, so he decided to settle her needs first.

He broke away from her and then reaching down, his finger slipped into her flimsy yet sexy underwear. Marcel definitely would have loved to rip that thing apart – the underwear his men had watched her dance in – but this wasn’t the time. She still thought this was a dream.

Marcel knew if he was going to have her, she would be clearly awake to see the wicked things he does to her body. He just had to wait patiently for the right time.

But then waiting patiently meant she was going to have to stay here.

At once, he took a deep breath, maybe she doesn’t have to go so soon. Tomorrow, he would call the Red Giant and ask them to wait a few more days. He wasn’t done with her.

A devilish smile crossed Marcel’s lips as he thought of his plans. By the time he had his way with Arianna, whether Elijah comes for her or not or she eventually settles down with Big Joe – which was still under probability – he would imprint himself so deep inside of her that she would never be able to forget him.

Marcel decided, he was going to own Arianna, body, mind, and soul.