Marcus Free Rein Novels & Stories

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

I wasn’t some secret he got to indulge in private and deny in public. I wasn’t a weakness he could pretend didn’t exist the moment the lights were on. Luke stepped back, satisfied I wasn’t bleeding. Marcus clapped Reid on the shoulder, as if nothing happened. As if there wasn’t a whole other conversation still burning in the air between us. “Come on,” Marcus said. “We have a mission to plan for.” Reid didn’t answer. He just nodded once, already moving like his body knew exactly where to go when his emotions got too inconvenient.

Do you think Marcus would damage my reputation again? He gave me a piercing look. ''You're unaware of his true intentions and the extent he might go...'' Now it was my turn to glare. ''I may not know his plans, but I'm certainly capable of handling myself...'' I asserted. ''Do you honestly believe I'm that naive?'' ''Because you were naive, Reese!'' he snapped, his jaw muscle twitching. ''You were naive about your ex-husband, and now this man! Neither were ever right for you, and Marcus is no different!''

I whispered in the middle of our kiss. I want to change that image in my head. I want our intimacy not theirs. I just felt the soft sofa behind me. He laid me on it as his kisses traveled down to my side jaw until it reach my neck. I bit the bottom of my lip as he curled his tongue around there. "Someday I can mark you, my baby," he whispered under my neck. Probably talking about kiss marks. "You can still mark me. Mark me everywhere even though not on my neck," I unconsciously stated. Too late to realize what I have said.

Frederick’s growl came again—louder, closer. He stopped a few feet from Marcus. The air crackled between them. “You’ve seen enough,” Frederick said, voice low but carrying authority and possession. Marcus didn’t flinch. Didn’t look away. He smiled wider. “And if I want to see more?” Unease rippled through the crowd. Frederick’s eyes darkened dangerously. “You don’t.” The words were quiet but final. For a moment, Marcus seemed ready to push further, to test him. Instead, he chuckled softly, relaxed, like this was all a game. “Careful,” he teased. “You’re sounding territorial.”