I sat back on the couch, my hand on my forehead“Oh my god,” I breathed. “It’s bad, right?”Marcus sighed.“Monique.”I turned my head to look at him, my voice shaky.“There’s something else I need to tell you,” he said carefully, “and I’m gonna need you to be strong for this, okay?”My eyes narrowed. “Oh my god, what is it now?” I asked, feeling my chest grow heavier.“If you signed documents.... and I don’t know yet, but if you signed things you didn’t read or didn’t fully understand… he might’ve forged more than just shareholder agreements,” Marcus said slowly, like he was choosing every word with caution.“What do you mean?” I asked, my throat going dry.“It means Ryan could’ve used your signature for more than just building that new company with his parents,” he said, locking eyes with me. “If he did anything illegal… if he moved money, opened accounts, signed deals in your name… and you don’t remember doing any of it…”He paused.“The law might come knocking on your door if anyt
I thought I would get bored watching Marcus work on his screen as he went through his video call, but it turned out to be the exact opposite.I remembered my dad working, and how I was never really interested in what he was doing. I’d always find something else to do. Whether it was chatting on my phone, doodling in my sketchbook, or just zoning out, I rarely paid attention. I mean, he was my father, after all. Ew. Nothing interesting to see there.And then… There was Ryan. Ryan, who never wanted me to take a peek at his work. Never wanted me to know anything about it. Should that have been a red flag? The Bennett Corporation was half mine too....oh so I thought. So if it were our company, why didn’t he ever let me in? Why was it always a closed door, a firm “don’t disturb”?Was it because he didn’t want someone hovering? Didn’t like people in his space? Or… was it because if I had looked closely, I might have seen something that would've woken up my spidey senses?I wonder. As I'm st
He looked down at himself and shook his head with a laugh. “How about we have breakfast first?” he offered, leaning in close, voice low and sinful. “You drained me last night.”I gasped, hitting him with a pillow. He winked, shameless. “Come on, you dirty girl...go take a shower. Or... do you want me to help you with that?”I blushed, blushed like I was sixteen again. I kicked the sheets off, trying to hide my burning face, and darted toward the bathroom.Right before I got there, he smacked my ass. I yelped, laughing, and slammed the door behind me, but I could still hear his rich chuckle through the room. And the whole scene made me feel free. I felt young. And I felt wanted.When I came out of the bathroom, the morning light was streaming through the windows. I got dressed quickly, and Marcus had already laid out something for me. Simple, breezy, perfect for a day on the island. That thoughtful gesture made me smile.We went downstairs and had breakfast together, seated on the open
I lifted my head to breathe more easily. Marcus was gone from behind me but before I could glimpse over my shoulder to see what he was doing, his fingers grasped my hips and pulled me closer. Then Marcus’s hand came down on my butt, keeping it in place. He gripped a pillow and shoved it under my pelvis. Then he was behind me. He gripped my ass cheeks and his tip nudged my opening. “Fuck. You’re so fucking wet, precious.” Without a warning, he slapped all the way into me, filling me completely. I gasped, arching up as pleasure and a trickle of pain shot through me. Marcus stilled for a moment as he rubbed my butt and lower back. He leaned down until his chest was pressed against my back, pinning me beneath his weight. He braced himself on his elbows on either side of me. I could feel every inch of him. I couldn’t have moved even if I wanted to. I tilted my head to the side and found Marcus’s lips for a hard kiss. He slid out of me slowly until only his tip was inside before thrust
Marcus suddenly pulled me up by my hands and before I could even process what was happening, he hoisted me over his shoulder like some kind of determined caveman.“Marcus!” I gasped, breathless, half laughing, half shocked.He didn’t say a word. Just made swift, deliberate strides toward the bed, his hold firm around the back of my thighs. I could feel the rumble of his low chuckle against my stomach as I dangled over him.And then, thud—he tossed me onto the bed, unceremoniously, like I was a reward he’d just claimed. I bounced lightly against the mattress, still catching my breath, wide-eyed and flushed. Before I could recover or say something sarcastic, he climbed over me with a wicked glint in his eye.“Don’t act like you didn’t love every second of that,” he murmured, his voice a growl against my skin.And honestly? He wasn’t wrong. So I pulled him down toward me and kissed him. He didn’t blink twice. The moment our lips touched, he responded instantly, kissing me harder, deeper
This was a kiss that said he’d waited for this moment. That he’d been holding his breath, afraid I’d walk away again. That he didn't have to anymore.It’s not a kiss just a kiss, it’s a possession. His lips move against mine with a rough intensity, leaving no room for breath or softness.His fingers tighten around my throat, angling my face up so he can devour me. The kiss is a clash, a war of heat and desire as he grazes his teeth over my bottom lip and plunges his tongue in and consumes mine. The taste of him is fire, scorching every thought from my mind. His breath is harsh against my mouth, his lips relentless, like he’s trying to swallow me up.There’s no finesse in the way he kisses. It’s neither controlled nor refined. It’s not even disciplined like the way he fucks. It’s as if he’s never kissed before and I get to witness every second of every bit of his brutal, heated, explosive power. And I crave it. I love every second of it.I fall apart at the thought that he only shows m