Marcus Law Cock Novels & Stories

He knew this moment was as much hers as it was his, that their shared sacrifices and struggles had led them to this place. As the evidence mounted and witnesses testified to Marcus’ crimes, it became clear that the man who once thought he was untouchable was now facing the consequences of his actions. The arrest was swift, and the courtroom erupted in a mix of gasps and murmurs as Marcus was handcuffed and escorted out, his smug expression replaced by one of desperation.

“I want to make sure she’s okay. She was taken and I don’t know where Orion took her.” “You’re hooked man. You think you’re in love with her?” It felt like a display of plates shattered in my head. I grabbed the whiskey glass and drowned it. “No. Why would you say that?” Marcus laughed, “Prove it.” “What? Prove it?” I didn’t like the mischievous grin on his face. “Coco darling,” He opened his arm and a vivacious and dangerous blonde stepped into his embrace. “Shit,” I muttered.

Marcus was saying, his voice clipped with irritation. “Hmm?” Cedric realised he’d been staring again. “Yeah, totally. Monday. Got it.” Marcus’s jaw tightened. “Let me be clear about something, Cedric. I don’t like this arrangement. I don’t like working with criminals, and I especially don’t like working with…” He gestured vaguely at Cedric,”…your type.” “My type?” Cedric leaned back in the uncomfortable plastic chair, spreading his arms wide. “You mean devastatingly handsome? Charming? Effortlessly cool?”

he said, flicking the pages across the desk. “Sir, Marcus Nichols to see you. I haven’t … invited him in yet,” a maid said. She was obviously indicating the type of creature standing at the front door. “You may invite him in and bring him back here,” Luca said, nodding. “Marcus is the best vampire attorney I’ve ever met. He takes the shit very seriously and you clearly need the best. He’ll send a bill but to get things started, you'll need to officially be a client,” he continued, sliding me a $100 bill.

“A woman who sucks cock like that shouldn’t be neglected. She should be fucked properly. Worshipped.” Before I could respond, another man joined us. Marcus Reed. Even bigger than Victor, dark skin, deep voice, built like a linebacker. He smiled like he already knew he was going to have me. “Evening, beautiful.” He didn’t even pretend to be subtle. His hand brushed my lower back, fingers grazing just above my ass. “Saw the live too. Been thinking about those pretty lips wrapped around something thicker ever since. You looked so fucking good with your tits out, moaning like that.”

My lawyer only had to nudge, and already they’re questioning every word. I could almost laugh. Months of the Bureau’s work, Sophia Chen’s fevered little exposé, Marcus’s obsessive loyalty to woman he’s known less than half a year, all of it hanging on the word of this sad, twitching man. And Marcus knows it. I feel him before I see him. He’s in the second row behind the prosecutors, too disciplined to fidget, but his fury hums through the air like static. When Marrin falters, Marcus’s jaw tightens. When the lawyer twists the knife, Marcus’s fists curl against his thighs.

MONIQUE Marcus paused, then continued evenly. “And I also did a little research on you. You have a good reputation as an attorney. You’re a great lawyer, I’m a lawyer too. So I would like us to leave it at that. That both of us leave here today while we still maintain respect for each other.” The air felt tight, compressed after Marcus's statement.

Then a third time just to make sure I wasn’t missing something obvious, something small that could turn this around, but every angle led to the same place. Marcus had found a legal thread buried deep enough that no one bothered to question it until now, and he was using it perfectly, not to rush or attack blindly, but to corner. And I hated that because it meant he had learned. It meant he wasn’t the same reckless man I had once outplayed. “I should’ve killed you when I had the chance,” I muttered under my breath, dragging a hand down my face as I stopped by the window again. The moon hung high and bright, casting a pale glow over the compound, everything looking calm, almost peaceful, like

“What do you mean there’s nothing? You’re supposed to be getting answers out of him. That’s your job!” “I tried,” the lawyer said quickly, raising his hands slightly as if to calm me. “But he won’t budge. And without his cooperation, my hands are tied. There’s only so much I can do within the law.” Frustration clawed at my chest. My breath came out hard, and I could feel the heat rising in my face. “You’re useless if that’s the best you can do. You think I asked you here to tell me you can’t push a man who’s supposed to be fighting for his life? Marcus isn’t guilty, I know he isn’t. He’s covering something, and you’re too soft to get it out of him.”

Marcus Ruvia just continued his exit from the abandoned building as if he didn't hear anything. Marcus Ruvia was known for being a ruthless, dominant, and powerful young boss of the mafia in the human world. He is very tall and muscular. His delicate features and obsidian eyes made him look mysterious and aloof. His aura imposed that no one should try to mess up with him or else they had their own death wishes.