Taken By The Mafia Lord

Chapter 15: Caught A Trace Of Elijah

The third point of view:

Marcel was getting bored to death, this was not the type of party he envisioned. Nothing was interesting about it, not to mention the fact that his fiancée fed him with the sight of her stealing glances at her lover, Luther.

He sighed, running his hand through his hair. Of all people his father could pick out as his fiancée, it had to be this barbie doll. There was nothing about Clara that turned him on because she was conceited and obsessed with her self-image. He preferred women who were a bit defiant – like the girl he had met today – it was fun to conquer them.

He cursed out when he thought about that girl again; the thought of her was becoming like a poison infiltrating every part of his senses. Maybe, he could see her tomorrow and check out what was so interesting about her?

God, what was he thinking? He had to stop this before it was too late.

“Hi,” A voice interrupted his thoughts and he glanced up to see a blonde looking at him with lustful intentions.

Oh yeah, women – except his fiancée – have the hots for him. If only he desired Clara just a tiny bit, their married life in the future would have been a bit endurable. Unfortunately, it was obvious that there would be no wedding night between them, he would have to get his gratification from someone. And unless his father intervened, Marcel was sure he would be raising a bastard son from another woman to carry on the legacy of the Luciano family.

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Marcel glanced over the blondie and turned away. He needed a redhead, not her. So he said to her without even glancing back, “I’m not interested,”

The smile on the blonde’s face vanished and she scowled at him before hissing and strode away.

Marcel chuckled, why do women take rejection so hard? It was quite unfortunate he had even been polite.

He snatched a champagne flute from one of the passing waiters and gulped the whole thing down before taking another from the tray as the waiter stood to serve him. If he was going to survive this party tonight, he had to be high.

He was on his last glass when a voice said from his side, “At this rate, you’d get drunk before the party ends,”

“You’d be surprised at my level of endurance,” He answered without even looking at her.

“If that’s the case, then you’re my type of man,” she claimed.

Marcel then turned to look at the lady intent on flirting with him and a smile crossed his lips, “And you my dear, is an angel sent to earth,” Yeah, an angel sent to cure his itching prick at the moment. Thinking about that redhead made him uncomfortable.

But there was no need to suffer because stranding right in front of him was a redhead he had been desiring tonight. It seems the universe loved him so much to have answered his prayer.

“And you are quite a sweet talker,” She smiled, batting her eyelid at him and hugged herself such that her boobs were popping out from her bra.

Marcel was satisfied with that gesture, he wouldn’t have to struggle with this one. But then he had to be sure as he disliked pretenders, “So tell me, do you play games?” he made use of sexual innuendo.

“Well,” she took a step forward, “That depends on the game you play,” purred the redhead who he hadn’t even bothered to know her name.

“Then you wouldn’t mind me entertaining you with a few moves. I’m a good teacher,”

“And guess who’s a good learner?” She flirted back, staring him from his head to the sole of his foot suggestively.

This redhead was hotter than the one he met at the coffee shop today, there was no doubt about it. But then, she still didn’t interest him the way that one had done. However, this one was good entertainment so he wouldn’t turn her down.

“However, before he start our game, I want you to know that I’m the fiancée to your host over there,” He gestured to Clara who was busy schmoozing with her other guest with Luther following her from a distance. What a miserable pair.

“Oh you are?” was all she said.

Marcel narrowed his gaze at her, “You don’t seem too disappointed,”

She merely shrugged, “Let’s just say I know that you and Clara would be miserable for the rest of your life,” she hinted that she knew about his fiancee’s affairs.

And of course, even a stranger could see their – he and Clara – future together. Also, Clara was not even secretive about her affair.

As if Clara knew she was on his mind, she turned and their eyes met. With a smirk, Marcel took the redhead by the hand and led her away. The look Clara gave him was fierce, but then, two can play at this game. She started this first and he would make sure he enjoyed it to the last.

They got down to business as soon as they reached a secluded corner of the palace, still in the garden. Because of the party, security was loose and even if they stumbled into a scene like theirs, all they could do was curse and walk away. Thankfully the night gave them cover and Marcel had intentionally broken the light bulb that would have illuminated their activities. Oh don’t worry, he would pay for that.

It was the right choice doing this because the redhead had an exquisite mouth and she took him till he exploded. She qualified the first round and he would take her number for future pastimes.

Their lips joined hungrily and when she had tried kissing his neck, Marcel pushed her away and growled a warning. Nobody touched his neck because that was the easiest spot to annihilate him if she had been sent by an enemy gang. Yes, he took his safety quite seriously.

Thankfully, the girl was a fast learner and they continued from where they stopped. With his pants pooled around his ankles, Marcel put on the condom he always had available and slid into her.

She gasped, her fingers digging into his back as he slammed into her with no mercy. Unknown to the lady, all Marcel could envision while inside of her was the red hair from the coffee shop as he punished and teased him till they were spent.

“That was awesome,” She said to him as he put on his pants wanting to get to know him more.

However, Marcel’s phone rang almost immediately and he picked up knowing it was his people.

“Hello?”

“We caught a trace of Elijah,”

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