Marcus Free Rein Novels & Stories

Three years later, Vivienne and I were officially married, and she was pregnant with my child. On the day our baby was born, I waited outside the delivery room, consumed by anxiety. I had a feeling something big was about to happen that day. Everything clicked when I stumbled upon Marcus' post on X. He had been released from prison. His post read, "At last, I'm free! It's time to settle the score!" Given his petty nature and his inability to distinguish right from wrong, he was bound to seek revenge.

Not to mention that even if my life was spared, what about Marcus and the others? “Crimes?” Marcus asked, this time with a sarcastic smile. “Oh, you mean my little speech the other day? Hardly a crime, wouldn’t you say?” “You spoke against the king!” “I will always speak out for the rights of any free man,” Marcus answered as they stood face to face. My heart sank. The rights of any free man? They were fighting for their freedom? I suddenly started to shiver. Back home, we too were prisoners of our own homes and land. Sold, because someone else had the power to do so. And I suddenly found myself wishing that someone would speak up for us. For my people…

Blake immediately shouted, "Marcus! It's Marcus! He arranged it!" "Uh-huh, go on." Blake said, "Marcus won't let us support the President. He said he wanted revenge for his son. He has sent word to all the newspapers and other media that we are not allowed to publish anything positive about the president." And so it was. I said, "I want you to work on Antoninus ads for us from now on. Can you do that?" "But Marcus is very powerful, I can't offend him..." I pointed to Lucius and said, "He's the president's brother. Decide for yourself whether it's better to offend him or Marcus."

The way he said her name made my stomach twist. “She’s his weakness,” I continued. “And I plan to use that.” He nodded slowly. “You’re ruthless. I like that.” “Good,” I said. “You’ll need it.” A pause. Then, like a cue from fate itself, the door opened — and Marcus Reynolds walked in. The room changed instantly. He was dressed sharp as ever — dark suit, clean shave, the kind of smirk that made you forget for a second that he was poison wrapped in silk.

He stumbled back against the crates, breathing hard. ‎“Stay away from Sarah,” I warned. “Stay away from Alexander. If I hear you’ve made one more move toward either of them, I will make sure you lose everything your freedom, your name, whatever scraps of dignity you have left and don't forget this you heard the 'little' announcement she made right? Now you're fully responsible for the debt l owe me.” ‎Marcus straightened his shirt, trying to regain some composure. ‎“You’re bluffing,” he said, but his voice lacked conviction.

Frederick stated. "So please, refrain from making such jokes next time. I almost had a heart attack." Marcus smiled. "Do not worry, with what you just said. I don't think I'll make such an expensive joke again." "I'll be in my room," Marcus said and left the room. Frederick stripped his clothes and joined his sleeping wife on the bed, with just his boxers on. He cuddled his sleeping wife. Soon, he fell asleep with her in his arms. Once Marcus got to his room, his friendly and jovial demeanor disappeared like it had never been there. He lowered himself on his bed, pulled out his home, and dialed a number.

The door slammed shut behind them with a cold thud that echoed. "You think that was funny?" Marcus's voice was low, calm. Dangerous. Elias's smirk was sinful. "I think you liked it." Marcus loosened his tie. Slowly. Deliberately. "I was restrained. You won't see that version of me again." Elias backed up until the edge of the desk hit the back of his thighs. "Oh?" he taunted, "So what are you gonna do now, discipline me, Godfather?" Marcus's palm slammed beside his head.

I asked worried and scared of his answer. He chuckled, and then said the words that made my whole world freeze. "STRIP OR YOU WILL FACE CONSEQUENCES."

He was still rock hard inside me, a thick, pulsing reminder that he wasn't even close to finished. Marcus leaned his head back against the leather, a dark, dangerous smirk playing on his lips. "You’re a tiger when you’re on top, Maya," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. "But we both know you like it better when I’m the one in control. Why not uncuff me? Let me show you how a real man fucks."

He didn't steal anything, you miserable soul, I thought, the rage in my gut the only part of me that wasn't paralyzed. He saved me from people like you. Marcus walked over to a massive flat-screen TV mounted on the wall, the kind of luxury item that felt totally out of place in a room filled with scalpels and heart monitors. He picked up the remote, looking back at me with a smirk that was full of a dark, oily triumph. "I know you've been waiting for a sign, sorellina," Marcus said, his thumb hovering over the power button. "I know you've been telling yourself that the Reaper is coming to save his queen. That he's tearing the city apart to find you. That he loves you more than he loves his o