Novel & Cerita Marcus And Ginny Head Scene

She turned right and walked quickly toward the guest wing. My heart was pounding so fast I could feel it in my throat. I leaned forward just enough to peek around the corner. Through the half open door, I could see Marcus standing near his window. His sleeves were rolled up. He was running one hand through his hair the way men do when they are trying to calm themselves down after something intense. I pulled back and pressed my hand over my mouth. My eyes were so wide they actually hurt. I knew it. I knew something was happening between them. That pathetic little mouse was sleeping with the head of the Collins family right under everyone's nose.

**** As I made my way back in, the warm glow of the hanging lanterns casting light across the mingling crowd, my eyes caught Gretchen and then Maeve looking fine. I grunted realizing things hadn't gone as planned but I felt safe because there's no evidence of my plot. Something must have occurred. Maybe if I wasn't so preoccupied with watching Tyrion I could have gotten things back on track. Instinctively, my eyes scanned for Tyrion and I saw him holding a glass of wine talking to the guy from earlier like nothing had happened and I felt irritated. I wanted this ceremony to be over as soon as possible so I could finally get my title as Alpha.

Marcus got up from his seat. “I’ll get going, bro. So who’s coming over for the meeting? Ms. PA or is it Gregory?” asked Marcus with curiosity. “Gina’s coming over,” informed Lucas with a disinterested look on his face. “But you aren’t wanted here, Marc. Go and do your work,” ordered his brother. Marcus made a face at him and with a wink at Sienna, he left the house. Sienna wondered who Gina was. Did Lucas and Gina share chemistry or understanding together? However, she didn’t ask further questions and simply helped him to the wheelchair and pushed him towards his room. She set up the laptop in front of him.

I slowly lifted my head, my lips and chin shiny with her juices, and looked straight at Professor Marcus standing in the doorway like a fucking deer in headlights. “Well, well…” I smirked, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Nice of you to join us, Professor. Have a seat. The show’s just getting started.” Marcus’s face turned bright red with fury. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?! Get your hands off my wife!” He took a step forward, but I stayed right where I was, between Jane’s spread legs, one hand possessively gripping her thigh. I looked down at her glistening cunt and gave it a sharp, loud slap.

Just the expression on it, which was not performed and not managed and was simply what happened to Marcus Grey's face when I walked into the room he was in. We reached the altar. Henry put my hand in Marcus's. He held it for one moment before he stepped back, one moment of Henry, warm and certain, the whole of whom he communicated through a single hand, and then he was in his seat and it was just us. Marcus looked at my hand. Then he looked at my face. "Hello," he said quietly. The word he had said on the front steps of the mansion the evening of our first real date, just that word, no performance around it.

Together. "Marcus?" My voice cracked. A softened laugh. Female. From the direction of our bedroom. My chest surrendered. I walked forward, each step heavy, my body moving before my brain could stop me. The door was slightly ajar, shadows flashing against the wall. I pushed it open. And my world shattered. There they were. Marcus, without a shirt, his lips pressed against Gina's neck. His hands intertwined in her hair. Her body arching against his like she owned him.

I nod. "To be honest a lot of things me and Marcus have done I never thought I would do or had even considered them before meeting him." We sit quiet for a bit, finishing our drinks. Georgina moves and kisses me. I move kissing her back as she moves on top of me, her hand unfastening my shirt, her mouth kissing down my neck as her hand slides down my skirt. My head shaking, this isn't right. "Georgina this is wrong." She looks at me confused.

Georgina and Liam follow; my head is lowered. How could life be so cruel? The sound of the door opening tells me Marcus has walked in. He sits down on the chair opposite me. He doesn’t say anything, he just sits there. Time passes by as we sit in silence. Maybe this is us not wanting to accept the fact that this is a messed-up situation. He moves, kneeling in front of me, his hand lifting my head up, his eyes looking into mine, deep and meaningful, and I feel myself breaking down more.

Then I quickly fixed my dress, wiped my thighs, and tried to look presentable. Marcus zipped up and adjusted his shirt. He looked mostly normal, except for the dark hunger still burning in his eyes. “We’re coming!” he called out casually. He grabbed my chin and kissed me hard one last time, biting my lower lip. “This isn’t over,” he whispered. “I’m going to fuck you again before this wedding is over. Even if I have to pull you into the bathroom during the rehearsal dinner.” I shivered with both fear and excitement as we stepped out of the hallway together, acting as if nothing had happened.

Marcus nods feeling his body relax, at least he knows now he won't scare her, sitting for five minutes she explains what she has done and enjoyed. "Okay, let's get started." Marcus stands up, walking across the room, grabbing the rope. He moves walking back to Georgina his hands wrap it around her wrists, her body with the rope, her body moving slightly watching as the rope falls from her wrists, Marcus shakes his head, his hands wrapping the rope around them again as he walks around her body. Georgina glances down to her hands, wiggling slightly, so the rope falls again.