Novel & Cerita Marcus Free Rein

He just stared, waiting for the blow to fall. "You've been enjoying your little taste of freedom, haven't you?" Marcus took a step closer, his voice dropping to a silken, dangerous murmur. "The adulation. The respect. Thinking you're your own man now." Another step. The space between them vanished. Lynn could smell his cologne, something sharp and expensive, mingling with the boathouse smells. "But you seem to have forgotten something," Marcus whispered, the smile vanishing from his face, replaced by an expression of pure, icy menace. "Who gave you this freedom? Who pulled you from your gilded cage?"

"So after you use my hard-earned savings to buy things for someone else, I'm not even allowed to be annoyed?" Knowing he was in the wrong, he still muttered stubbornly, "You're so unreasonable." I could not be bothered to argue further and slammed the door shut. Over the next few days, I sold off some worthless possessions—mementos from my previous life that once held meaning. Now they seemed like nothing but cheap junk. I packed them all up and sold them to a scrap dealer for a pittance. That afternoon, while continuing to pack, Sebastian appeared before me holding some money.

That goddamn voice. Marcus. A ghost from a life he thought he buried. “What do you want from me, you piece of shit?” Carlo growled, fury creeping into every word. Marcus let out another laugh. This one was darker. “What do I want?” he said, voice turning hard and bitter. “You and your men set me up. You left me to rot like trash. I lost everything, Carlo. Everything. My freedom. My crew. My name. And now, I’m going to take everything from you.”

And faith that tomorrow would be better. Starting today. Starting now. With getting my mate the help she needed. And ending the threat that had driven her to this point. Marcus Reeves's days were numbered. And I couldn't wait to hear about his end. Couldn't wait to tell Mandy she was finally, truly safe. Couldn't wait to start our real life together. Free from fear. Free from threats. Free to just—be. Soon. Very soon. That was a promise. One way or another. Marcus's reign of terror ended tonight. And our healing could finally begin.

“Not yet. He’s already fighting enough storms for the both of us.” Across town, Marcus sat with Marvella at Café du Monde, the powdered sugar halo on their table looking like evidence of sin and satisfaction. His mother sipped her coffee slowly, eyes scanning the paper in front of her. “They love you again,” she said, flipping the business section. “Or at least they love your recovery arc.” Marcus smiled faintly. “Public forgiveness is cheaper than coffee.” Marvella folded the page. “You did well, Marcus. But I see it in your face—you’re not thinking about investors.”

Marcus sat with his boots resting on the rail, his chest expanding as he inhaled the clean, unpolluted scent of sagebrush and pinon pine. "What happens now, Axel?" Marcus asked quietly, his eyes fixed on the distant mountain peaks. I looked over at him, then down at Emilia, whose hand was resting peacefully in my lap. "You decide, Marcus," I said, a faint smile touching my lips. "For the first time in your entire existence, you are completely free. You can do whatever you want with your days. The world is completely open."

"Mhmm.. sure. Say whatever you need to, but we both know the truth. Let's just hope that the press doesn't get a whiff of this; otherwise, your reputation would go down the drain. Well, I guess it was nice knowing you." "What the f*ck are you talking about?" I snapped, looking up at him over the rim of my glass. "I'm saying you're whipped. The playboy has officially met his match. Might as well sell off the hotels now cause you won't be needing them." Lucas quipped. I could feel the blood in my veins boiling. "That's far from true." "Oh, no? Then prove it." "No. Why would I do that?" "Cause if you win, then I'll give you open access to China."

Their dull eyes showed nothing but impatience. They tightened their grip even more and barked back harshly, “Shut up! Quit making such a racket! Who’s Ethan and Eva? What kind of nonsense are you babbling about? We have absolutely no idea what you are saying!” The other matron added coldly, “We are simply acting on orders from the steward of the manor to take you, a runaway slave, back! An eye for an eye. You’ve now been demoted to the status of a maidservant, and you’ve signed the contract yourself in black and white! You were just delivered to the master’s house yesterday, and you’ve run away today? You’ve got some nerve!”

My resolve felt thinner with every second. “Please… Marcus,” I gasped. Marcus finally released the restraints and pulled me into his lap on the couch. “Good boy,” he said with a grin. “Now you will get your reward.” He slicked his cock up with a huge helping of lube, and rubbed some more gently but quickly into my ass hole before he pushed his long, curved, and hard cock deep inside of my pulsing hole in one brutal thrust that caused me to cry out loudly at the sudden fullness.

Tilting his chin up challengingly, Marcus replied with absolute confidence, "A bet on how long our great and mighty leader of Bloodmoon Pack can last in this cold war. My personal wager? Two days, tops. Or maybe, if you really push it, three. But by then, when you realize she doesn't give a damn about your so-called silent treatment, you'll be crawling back to her first." "You're completely insane, Marcus!" I snapped at his absurd prediction, my pride flaring like a wildfire inside me. "Just watch. I'll make sure you lose miserably. I'm a rational Alpha, for crying out loud!" "Fantastic declaration." Marcus clapped lazily, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Standing up with a practiced smoothne