Marcus Law Cock Novels & Stories

“You’ve been eye-fucking me for weeks during these late sessions. You think I don’t notice?” Marcus towered over me, 6’4” of pure muscle with dark skin shining under the lights. His tank top clung to his massive chest and abs. The huge bulge in his shorts was impossible to ignore. “You talk a lot of shit for a girl who can barely handle 225,” he said, smirking. “What makes you think you can handle me?” I reached down and boldly grabbed his thick cock through his shorts. It jumped in my hand, growing harder instantly.

He screamed. “You're scaring me,” I said, my voice trembling. “Please, Daddy, out the bottle down.” Marcus seemed so lost, his beard had grown longer than the last time I saw him, his grey eyes blood shot red. “You should be in school.” “Yeah, well you needed me,” I replied, my eyes still on the bottle. “Can you tell me what's going on?” “Coco is a snitch?” He smelt like booze and spit, and I finally crossed to him, removing the bottle from his hands. “I don't like you seeing me like this.”

Tom calmy conveyed the message, Marcus' face turns red because of anger and he shouted, "How it could be possible? We have confirmed Cox has a daughter named Olivia," ."You are right master," Tom professionally said, "Master, we are trying very hard to find King cox and we will soon present him in front of you". "I need action," Marcus yelled at him and disconnected. He slammed his phone on the wall in anger and the phone smashed into pieces. He opened his laptop and run his fingers rapidly on the keyboard, he was checking his company website.

he says, stepping aside. The third man doesn’t wait for an invitation. He’s already moving as James steps back – tall, powerfully built, his dark skin gleaming under the bedroom lights. His name is Marcus too, I remember from the profile. Twenty-eight years old. Nine-inch cock, verified by photograph. The photograph didn’t do it justice. His cock is impossible.

Then I took the car to the east side. —- Marcus met me at the building entrance. He was a large, quiet man who had been with me for eleven years and who operated under an oath of discretion that was older than most of the laws in this city. He had seen things in those eleven years that would have broken a different person and had processed each one with the same steady competence he brought to everything. He fell into step beside me without being asked. "Status," I said. "Conscious. Functional. Aware of his situation." Marcus's voice was even. "He's been asking questions."

Lawrence's Pov The moment Marcus called and told me what happened at the gala, I knew things had changed, Seraphina and Damien weren't just planning Aurora's death anymore. They were actively trying to make it happen. That made them desperate and dangerous. I'd spent the night coordinating security around Aurora's house and reviewing footage from the gala. The enforcer Marcus had fought with was a professional named Viktor Kozlov. He specialized in making deaths look like accidents, and he'd worked for several organized crime families before going independent.

Marcus teased, tilting her chin up to plant a kiss on her lips. - A few minutes later, the couple left their mansion and headed for the Palmer Group office. Marcus had chosen to wear all black that day. At nearly two meters tall, his presence was commanding, exuding confidence—a deliberate choice. He was no longer the shattered man he had been 20 years ago.

Two birds whistled into the air, and diged in between us before soaring back into the sky. “We had a lawyer." She finally said. “What's this name?" “Marcus De Lora." she replied quickly. “He’s a family lawyer. I've seen him a couple of times over the years. He seemed decent.” But Marcus De Lora was far from the decent. The old sleazeball was probably the dirtiest in the game. I mean yes, he was loyal and tight-lipped with his clients,but apart from that the man dipped his hands in all firm of immoral shit because he had the protection of people like Russo backing him up.

Marcus Vance — Julian’s right-hand man. He wasn’t the loud type, or the kind who liked to be noticed. Marcus had that calm, clever air — the kind that made people trust him without knowing why. He looked more like a banker than a villain, dressed in a black tux that fit too well. But Maya had seen what men like him could do with a few lines of code and a blank check. “There,” Leo murmured, eyes narrowing toward the far corner. “Next to the investors’ table.” Marcus stood chatting with a senator, glass of champagne in hand, every movement deliberate.

a familiar voice spoke, and Emma jerked in surprise, her heart leaping into her throat. "Marcus," she yelped, spinning to face the Pack's Head of Security and second in command. "What are you doing here?" "I could ask you the same thing, Doctor," Marcus replied with a kind smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. He was dressed in a new suit from yesterday, as immaculate as ever despite the rugged terrain. His silver-streaked hair was neatly combed back, and his weathered face showed the lines of a man who had seen too much in his long life.