"Fuck!" Marcel cursed as he stood under the shower. He still hasn't been able to calm down even after the cold water sprayed down his body. To be precise, his little brother down there was having a field day.
If only Arianna knew how much she was driving him crazy. Marcel knew how much self-control he had to summon not to fall into her trap, because the moment she touched him, an internal battle set off inside of him.
He had been tempted to do what she wanted, especially when she bit down on those pouty, sexy lips. He felt his member harden and would have promised her the world had it not been the presence of his men. They were the anchor that he held onto for his sanity.
For someone who had given him rigorous training, Marcel wondered what his father would think of him now if he saw in this "pathetic" condition - as he would call it. He was at the mercy of a woman and Daniel surely wouldn't approve of it.
