Arianna froze.
Her body stiffened for like a minute or so before she realized what was going on and was appalled. How dare he?!
Arianna tried to pull away but Marcel had a bruising hold on her waist and she couldn't pull away. His kiss wasn't gentle either, it was brutal - and arrogant.
He was trying to show her who had the upper hand here and he was winning. Marcel knew how much she loathed him touching her and yet that was what he did.
His lips were not gentle at all, his tongue invading her mouth and stealing the little air she managed to snatch. The more she struggled against him, the further aware she was of her body pressing against his and her breast squeezing into his chest.
His heart was pounding loudly and she could tell it wasn't from exertion but from the same desire trying to affect her. No, she can't lose control. Not now.
