Marco X Hekapoo Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

Harper’s POV “What are you freaking out about?” Marco turned around, clearly annoyed. “I said stop the car, I need to go back and find him.” Without realizing it, tears were streaming down my face. My cheeks ached from crying. Marco’s expression darkened. We stayed like that for a while, locked in silence. Finally, he cursed under his breath and ordered the driver to stop. The door swung open, and he yanked me out of the car. “Look around, it’s the middle of the night. Do you think I brought a whole team to pick you up for fun? Can you stop being so damn stubborn?”

Charlotte stroked Marco's hair calmly as he tried to control his breathing. She hadn't imagined her first time with him would be so intense. She had imagined many times that it would be a romantic night, after all Marco was romantic as far as she remembered. This Marco now seemed to be anything but a lover of romance. But it hadn't been bad, on the contrary, it was delicious and as much as she had dreamed of something different, she wouldn't trade it for what really happened.

His eyes were sunken, and his arms were covered in needle tracks. "Give me money! Marco! I know you still have a stash!" Bella rushed over to search his pockets. "It's me, your beloved Bella! Look at me, I need money for treatment!" Marco was shaken into a semi-lucid state. His cloudy eyes stared at the hideous woman in front of him. Suddenly, months of pent-up hatred exploded. "It's all because of you..." Marco’s voice was raspy, like a broken bellows. "If it weren't for you, I'd still be the young master of the D'Angelo family... If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have this damn disease..."

Evenor said and Marco sighed, putting his chin on his palm while his elbow was on the table. "Right? It is not much different yet he has to throw me out of here." He said and Megara shook her head at him. "It's been so long yet you don't stop grumbling. Let me guess, is it because the Cross Sect Squad has more beauties than our sect?" She asked and Marco's face lightened up. He quickly nodded in agreement. "Yes, that's what it is." He said and Agnes rolled her eyes at him in disgust.

he said, a faint smirk curling at the edges of his mouth, “you’ve never reacted like this over anyone before. It’s almost like—” “Don’t finish that sentence,” I warned, my voice a deadly growl. But he didn’t stop. “—you’re head over heels for her.” I was across the room in a second, grabbing Marco by the collar and slamming him against the wall. His breath hitched, but he didn’t flinch. That damn smirk stayed in place. “I said. Don’t. Test me,” I snarled. He raised his hands in mock surrender, still smiling. “Apologies, Capo. Just an observation.”

I growled, almost ready to kick between his legs. Marco looked down at my body, exposed and vulnerable, and smiled. Then he leaned down, his breath ghosting over my ears, “Naughty little thing,” he whispered, voice low, deadly smooth. “The kind who wants to be bent over, choked, punished—she doesn’t fantasize about Sunday morning coffee and picket fences.” His words coiled around me, dark and cruel and addictive. “She doesn’t need a man who pulls out chairs. She needs one who flips them over.”

The voice I would never cannot remember thunders deeply from behind and I don’t need to look to know who it is. Marco looks past those holding me and sees the one I’d like to call my hero for the moment. For the moment I say because I’m my own hero. Marco’s brow furrow in confusion as he stares at him, “Who are you, grandpa?” “Everyone’s nightmare,” he replies. This party’s officially screwed. Xoxo

"Yes, Darling, come. I'm with you." I really couldn't control anything anymore. Moans, screams, all mixed together. Even his name was the only word I managed to remember. My eyes widened, my mouth calling out his name so long, so loud, melting together with myself. Liquid was running down my thighs. I was breathing hard, feeling so limp waiting for Marco's turn. "Fuck, oh fuck, Darling." Marco was finally at the climax too. I pushed my hips back to meet his thrusts, helping him finish. "That's clever, little bitch."

Felix asks ignoring my pout. "Just paperwork" Marco replies. "Can you put this fussy baby down for a nap?" He asks this time I growl at him, he did not just him to do that. "Sure can" Marco says getting out of his chair, he's a giant, how does the company found his is above me, he's taller than Felix and scarier. He took my hand and nodded to Felix, now that I'm in another person hands Felix left me, the traitor, I'm spitting in his coffee next time I get him any.

In his mind, he recalled their last encounter. He had told her they would see each other again, and now here they were. The thought made him feel a spark of excitement, one he couldn’t quite suppress, despite his cool demeanor. Even though he had ordered Gino to dig up information on her, Gino had come back empty-handed. No matter. He’d discovered her secret himself. "So," Marco began, almost mockingly, "the Holy bride works in a club, huh? As a pole dancer. And quite the experienced lap dancer too."