Marcus Free Rein Novels & Stories

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.

“Fuck me like you mean it.” Marcus gave it to her. He slammed into her, hips snapping, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the quiet penthouse. He pinched her nipple and rubbed her clit faster until she came with a sharp cry, walls clamping down around him in violent pulses. Marcus groaned her name and spilled inside her, hot thick spurts flooding her until she felt it leaking out around his cock and running down her thighs. He stayed buried deep, breathing hard against her neck. “We’re not running,” he said again. “We’re not apologizing. We’re going to make him watch while you become everything he tried to keep small.”

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

"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 turned to look at Xavier. “It wouldn’t be for long, Ken is not so dumb to willingly submit himself to Marcus” “And Marcus is not so dumb to not know that Ken wouldn’t submit to him willingly. He will do everything in his power to make sure Ken actually does” “You are tense” he was quick to point out. “Fuck yeah I am” I admitted as I leaned back on the couch I was resting on. “You have a point, especially now that Frederick is awake I sat up immediately. “Tell me that a joke” Marcus was already a trouble on his own. Frederick was even a bigger problem. He was more powerful and more manipulative than Marcus could ever be.

--------------------- 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.