Marcus Possessive Novels & Stories

I muttered and she smiled before turning around and kissing my lips. "I love you too Ethan" I will never get used to hearing her say that It gave me goosebumps and butterflies everything she said it. It felt like I was a highschooler with her but I didn't mind. All for her She became mine to posses the day she walked into that door with my parents She was my possession We have finally come to the end of this book 😁😁😁 It was very fun writing about these two characters.

“I was thinking about your strong hands… how they would feel spreading me open. I imagined your thick cock stretching this tight pussy, fucking me deep while you called me your dirty little widow. I got so wet picturing you breeding me, filling me with cum that should never be inside me.” Marcus groaned deeply, his free hand reaching down to grip my thigh and push my leg even wider. “That is right. This cunt belongs to me now. Not my son. Not anyone else. Say it.” “It belongs to you, Marcus,” I moaned, voice breaking as I rubbed my swollen clit with my thumb. “This widowed pussy is yours. Please take it. Use it however you want.”

“I’ve always wanted her dead.” Marcus nodded eagerly, stepping forward slightly. “Yes, ma’am. And now you have Andrea all to yourself,” he said, a sly smile creeping onto his face. Vanessa’s smile widened, her eyes lighting up with a possessive satisfaction. “You’re right, Marcus.” Her voice softened. “Andrea is mine.” She placed a hand on her chest as if claiming ownership. “He has always been mine… and he will always remain mine.” A mocking laugh burst from her lips.Marcus quickly joined in, laughing along with her.

"You're mine. So I can look at you anyway, anyhow, and anywhere I want to." Her pulse pounded at his words. No! She shouldn’t be happy about this. She should be angry—furious even. Was she just another possession to him? Marcus had claimed her, taken her to his bed, declared her his mate, and then discarded her like she meant nothing. And now here was another man, another dominant, powerful male, treating her like a prize to be owned. She clenched her fists. I am not an object. I am not some fragile little thing to be controlled. I am a respectable, dignified she-wolf.

“A tour of the house would be very much appreciated. Thank you.” “Of course, Madam,” Will replied with a small nod. “Please, follow me.” They walked down a long, dimly lit corridor. It was filled with portraits, each gaze heavier than the other, and the polished floor echoed faintly beneath their steps. Will was the first to break the silence, his voice resonating in the vast corridor. “This wing contains the master’s private collection. Some pieces are rare and valuable; others hold a more practical purpose.” Aurora remained impassive, her gaze roaming across the walls without comment. Will paused in front of a heavy door before opening it with a sudden click.

I said laughing as I rubbed my thumbs on his lips. He stared into my face while I smiled back at him. "You are mine only, Amanda." He said possessively. I smiled and peck him while I went over to where I kept my makeups and brought out the lipstick and rubbed them gently on my lips. "Amanda put your hair down," Drake whispered in my ears as he wrapped his hands around my waist. "No," I said firmly with a smirk. "You gonna make me eat you right here." He said seductively as he traced his hands to my butt.

Tears welled up in my eyes, thinking about dad. He'll save me. But how?? And what about Capo?? Is this person his man??.. I doubt it . No one, I repeat no one can overpower Capo. In these months I understood a thing,all rights to question a person is possessed by Capo. So that means he isn't his man. But I have seen him somewhere. I don't remember clearly, his faded face is still there. I focused on my brain. Yeah, I have seen him talking to Ashton once, but what is he doing here.??

Lucas says at one point, not quite looking at me, entirely too pleased with himself. “I’m fine.” “Marcus, doesn’t he look tense to you?” Marcus glances over, grinning. “A little homicidal, actually.” I don’t laugh. I feel my jaw tighten instead, feel something ugly and possessive coil low in my stomach every time Marcus leans in close to point something out on the canvas, every time his hand finds Lucas’s shoulder like it belongs there. I wanted to beat him so bad and make him disappear, how dare he touch my Lucas… wait what? Did I just say “my?”.

“I’m yours. Only yours.” He kissed her then—hard, claiming, dominating. His tongue swept into her mouth, owning her completely. When he pulled back, both of them were breathing raggedly. Marcus rested his forehead against hers, one hand gently cupping her throat above where a collar would sit. “Next time you even think about another man, remember how easily Daddy can ruin you. And how much you fucking love it.” He helped her sit up, straightened her dress with surprising gentleness, and pressed one last possessive kiss to her forehead.

Marcus replied, a sharp, incredibly annoying grin spreading across his face as he took a slow sip from his glass. "I don't care if you bought the entire city council, Marcus, because you are being completely pathetic by using a multi-million dollar real estate acquisition just to annoy a woman who already rejected your diamond membership card to your face," I countered, leaning down to glare directly into his eyes while the elevator car began to descend toward the basement level.