Marcus Filly Wife Novels & Stories

“Tell me exactly why you’re sucking your stepson’s dick while your husband waits upstairs.” I gasp for air, voice hoarse and broken. “Please, Sir… I need your cock. I’ll do anything to keep you quiet. I’m a dirty cheating wife. I married your father but my pussy still remembers how you fucked me raw.” Marcus laughs darkly, clearly loving my submission. “Good girl. Such a honest little whore.” He shoves back in, fucking my throat harder now. My nose presses against his pelvis on every thrust. I’m gagging, drooling, mascara running, completely ruined.

Marcus leans forward slightly. “And what about now?” I meet his gaze. “What about now?” “You’re still acting like she’s yours.” “She’s my wife.” “On paper.” “That’s sufficient.” Marcus studies my face carefully. Then he says something quieter. “You’re lying.” “About what?” “You didn’t marry her just for strategy.” “You’re guessing.” “I’m observing.” “And what have you observed?” His voice drops slightly. “You watch her.” That statement is… accurate. Marcus continues. “You react when people get too close to her.”

“Well, how about telling me about your wife. You mentioned she died?” “Yes. I sometimes wonder if she had the same disease poor Marcus had. She died so very young.” “And I suppose Marcus lived with his maternal grandmother?” “Yes, of course.” “Is she still alive?” “I believe so.” “What’s her name?” she dared ask. “Emma Thorne.”

Alexander moved even closer and held her waist bringing his mouth directly close to her ear. “A chance to keep your dads company name provoke me and I’ll buy it for the cheap price that is currently worth” The company workers have been getting inquiries from their friends and family about Alexander's wife, asking if they know who she is. Since the news about him has spread like wildfire, everyone is dying to know who the lucky woman to marry the billionaire is. Here’s a corrected version with minimal changes: One of the workers was passing by, saw the scene, and took a picture, happy that she had cracked the code on who Alexander Steele's wife is, and quickly shared it online. Before Charlot

“Taking both our cocks like a good little collared whore. You’re never getting away from us again.” Ryan gripped the collar leash, pulling her head back just enough to make her open wider. “Say it, baby. Tell me what you are.” “I’m your wife,” she gasped around his cock, voice already breaking. “Your collared whore wife. I’m never leaving.” Marcus slapped her face lightly, then harder, turning her cheek red. “Louder. Because we’re going to breed you right now.”

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

At the foot of the stairs, Marcus halted. Something pulled him back. He turned slowly. Ava’s door was slightly open. Through the gap, he saw her. Saw her on the bed. Saw her crying. Not loud. Not dramatic. But quietly. As though a weak person who had nothing left. Marcus’s chest tightened. She wasn’t happy. She wasn’t ready. But she was stuck. He saw her brush the tears, attempting to control her breathing. And at that instant, Marcus knew one terrifying fact It was a marriage based on a broken relationship.

"However, I didn't anticipate her." Cecilia's gaze sharpened, her wolf's growl reverberating in her thoughts, her fury swelling like a wave poised to engulf all in its way. "What happened, Marcus?" Her voice was a knife, keen and relentless, slicing through his efforts to evade the reality. Marcus recoiled from her stare but persevered, his breathing quick and irregular."I gave my wife drugs," he confessed, his voice almost a murmur. "I administered a pill... a dangerous pill to my wife, which caused her to lose her pregnancy."

He gently patted my hands and said somewhat gently, "Come back quickly. You just need to walk him to the restaurant's door." Although he was talking to me, his gaze was fixed on Silas. He didn't want me to go too far, nor did he want me to be alone with Silas. I felt nervous, and I couldn't help but shiver when I felt the wind blow against me. "Are you sure that's fine?" Silas asked. I nodded as I was curious as to what he had just discussed with Harry. I also wanted to know how Pete was currently doing. Silas understood and spoke up before I could ask him anything. "The situation is slightly more complicated than I had originally thought. Do you know that Marcus' wife, Lucia Goodwin, is pre

Then, as if a realization suddenly struck him, Marcus slapped his thigh and turned to glare at Stephen. "Wait a minute—don’t tell me the heiress of the Rivers family is the very same woman you once told me you want to marry?" Stephen’s expression darkened even further. Though he still said nothing, his silence spoke volumes. Marcus stared at him, his face twisted in disbelief. He then let out a deep sigh, shaking his head. "What a disaster!"