Marcus Free Rein Novels & Stories

Trying to recover from revealing my rebirth. "I turned into what you made me," I added angrily. "Maybe. But that doesn't change what's about to happen. I'm free now, Elena. Victor let me go after I paid him back. And now I'm coming for everything you stole from me." "You can't prove anything Marcus. You're grasping at straws." "Watch me." The confidence in his voice terrified me. "I have time. All the time in the world to make sure you pay for what you did."

Marcus groaned in satisfaction, drinking in her scent, prolonging her orgasm until her legs gave out. Only then did he rise. His cock was freed — thick, veined, leaking. Freya stared at it, still trembling. He pressed her against the private booth wall, rubbing the fat head of his cock slowly up and down her oversensitive slit through her soaked panties, coating himself in her cream. “Beg properly,” he growled. “Please, Marcus… Fuck me. Ruin me with that cock. I need it so badly.” With one powerful thrust, he buried himself balls-deep. The delay was only beginning.

Slowly, he reached out, his calloused thumb gently brushing against the side of her jaw—a touch so fleeting, so reverent, it made her chest ache. "Let them try," Marcus whispered, his voice vibrating with a lethal certainty. "For five years, I lived in a world where my name was clean and yours was dragged through the mud. Every contract I signed, every trophy I hoisted as General Manager, tasted like ash because I knew the cost of it. If they want a monster, Vivienne, I’ll show them the one Reggie built. But I am clearing your father's name today. Even if I have to burn the stadium down to do it."

"We will stand united against your tyranny and find a way to free you from the curse that holds you captive." Swiftclaw's grin widened, revealing a row of sharp, menacing fangs. His voice dripped with cruel amusement as he spoke, each word a twisted melody in the air. "Free me? Oh, Marco, you underestimate the depth of my power. I am not bound by any curse. In fact, I revel in the darkness that courses through my veins."

“When you’ve had your revenge? What then?” Marcus tilts his head, studying me like I’m a puzzle he’s already solved. “Then I move on. And you…” He pauses, his eyes glinting with something dark. “You’ll be free to pick up the pieces.” I hate him. I hate his arrogance, his cruelty, the way he thinks he can control me. But more than that, I hate that he’s right. I’m trapped, and he knows it. I push my plate away, my appetite gone.

The words came out harder than I intended. “If they don’t see a mark,” I continued, “they’ll think I lack control. An Alpha who can’t even mark his own woman? That’s how rebellions start.” Marcus didn’t hesitate. “Then mark her, Alpha.” I spun toward him. “What did you just say? Didn’t you hear anything I—”

she demanded, her voice trembling with anger. Reyna's smirk widened, her gaze flickering between Ava and Marcus. "Oh, nothing much," she replied casually. "Just a little revenge for old times' sake." Marcus took a step forward, his expression darkening with fury. "You'll pay for what you've done," he spat, his voice laced with venom. Reyna laughed, the sound grating on Ava's nerves like nails on a chalkboard. "You really think you can defeat me, Marcus?" she taunted. "You're nothing but a pathetic little pup."

“If you’re here to tell me that I need to bow down to Emerson and fix this marriage by playing the role of the perfect wife, then you’re wasting your time. I’m not that woman anymore.” Marcus opened his mouth to argue, but then closed it again, his shoulders sagging slightly. He knew he wasn’t going to win this battle, not today. I could see the resignation in his eyes as he slowly nodded. “You’re free to do whatever you want,” Marcus said softly, his voice tinged with defeat. “But just… be careful. Sometimes, the path we choose to walk can lead to unintended consequences.”

I asked and he rolled my eyes. He took the cigarette in my hand, took a drag, puffed the excess air, and handed over the stick back to me. Then he took some time before he finally spoke."Marcus is trying to build an army, who wouldn't want an army? Frederick is powerful, but he just woke up from the dead. He needs reinforcement. We can't give him that” "Then he should fucking go to Marcus for all I care. We'll figure a way to take the two down" I said and he chuckled.

--------------------- VENOM EMPIRE That's where Marcus lives, alone to avoid suspicious eyes. He just returned home from the club with a girl by his side. Yeah, he's a typical playboy, fucking around however he wants and getting any woman with a snap of his fingers due to his handsome face and perfect body with the money he's flowing in. Marcus and the girl walk into the guest room and, before the girl even realizes it, he's already buried himself inside her, banging her like there's no tomorrow.