Marcus And Ginny Head Scene นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

They both need a quiet night, they walk upstairs into the bedroom the door closing behind them as they lay watching a film. Marcus gets showered and changed, walking into the room he looks at Georgina. The sight should turn on him, but it doesn't, his head shaking, how bad would this have been with Jackson and Anaya in the room joining in? He can't just do anything, he is often vocal and has no idea what words she hates.

They were casually discussing future wolf pups like it was the weather. Penelope’s smile only deepened—the kind that said she was totally ready for the role. “Of course, Alpha. I wouldn’t disappoint.” The door suddenly opened, revealing Marcus. He was holding his head, muttering curses under his breath, though now dressed decently. When he saw everyone gathered in front of his door, he blinked, and his eyes landed on me. They immediately widened in shock. Penelope stepped forward with a bright smile, looping her arm through Marcus’s as if they were the closest of old flames. She leaned up and kissed his cheek, her lips lingering just a moment too long.

"That was just the wind and the old pipes, I’m sure. Or maybe some of the younger guests had a bit too much champagne. Right, Scarlett?" "Right," I said. I felt like I was choking on the words. "We’re a happy family," Marcus said, looking right into the camera. "And we’re excited for the merger. This is a big day for the Reed name." "That's all for now, everyone!" Marcus’s assistant yelled. The cameras turned off. The people started packing up their bags. As soon as they were busy, I leaned into Marcus. "Where is he?" I whispered. "You said he was at a clinic. Which one?"

He was mad at Marcus. A rare and near impossible situation. My pulse spiked. ========== “Hey, lovely.” “Hey, sweets. Where’s my boy?” “Candy land.” I stared. Then, I stared some more. I hung up. I groaned as I lay across the backseat, my side burning, my heart heavy. ========== Marcus POV. I was escorted, very courteously, by both… people to a changing room. They smiled lightly, gestured at the table, and bowed out, moving like pre-programmed, synced marionets.

We made a pact to go no further than that though and we just enjoyed the sexual tension between each other. Our parents seemed pretty distracted at dinner too, we knew they were working on something pretty big but we didn't find out just how big until later. That night after we'd gone to bed, Gina came into my room and got into bed with me. She was shaking and didn't seem to care that I slept naked. "I... I think my room is haunted, Marcus," she said to me. "Wh.. What, why are you shaking, sis," I replied, I had just drifted off.

My walk is noiseless and I can only hear the buzzes of the crickets. I took my place at the window and slowly peeked out and immediately saw two figures that I immediately recognized. I was about to go back to my room but I stopped in my tracks when I heard my name being mentioned. "We are running out of time," Marcus promised. "I know, but this must be done. We need to make sure, everything will be settled." Draco replied. "How long are we going to pretend? I can feel, August is already having suspicions." Marcus said which immediately made me nervous. Shit, is that it?

No one was worried about us, or even looking, but having this hulking man touching me in public fed something inside of me that I didn't realize was there. I turned in his arms, wrapping my own around his neck, looking into his dark eye. "Good morning," I whispered. Marcus smiled, tangled his fingers into my hair, and kissed me deeply. My stomach warmed, and I could have easily lost myself in his mouth. "Marcus!" Scotty yelled from the field. "Anyday now. You're not making us work our asses off to make out like some horny teenager!" I pulled back and watched Heather kick Scotty in the back of his knee, making him kneel.

Just as his mind went blank and he thought that he would die like that, Marcus let go of him abruptly. He fell to the floor with a thud. Joanne was pale from terror, not daring to take a step closer as she shook like a leaf. “I’m tired today!” Marcus clapped his hands. “Aunt Joanne, can you prepare something for me? No need to make anything too lavish. Just as long as there’s chicken and fish!” “Marcus Grist, you…” William hacked a violent cough and growled before Marcus walked out. “Do you still want to marry Cordelia or not?!”