Marcus Possessive Novels & Stories

He didn’t want to consider that, because he had a good inkling he’d kill the man himself if even a fraction of it was true. “But here’s the thing, she knows you’re well off. But she doesn’t know who you really are,” Marcus said pointedly. “She doesn’t know you’re the co-owner of Nexal Inc. She doesn’t know the kind of resources you actually have.” Dominic’s head lifted slightly, his expression tightening. He was beginning to see where Marcus was heading to, and it made his mouth bitter. He’d messed up.

Marcus pulled his pants back up and turned around. His cock was fully hard now, making an obvious tent in his sweatpants. There was no hiding it. There was no point in trying. "Here's the deal," Jax announced to the room. "Marcus is crew property now. That tattoo means he belongs to all of us. He lives in the back room. He doesn't leave this garage without permission. And any one of you can use him whenever you want, however you want, as long as you don't permanently damage the merchandise."

"Who?" "Dylan and that bastard don't have a plan to sell it back again. When I talk to him, that bastard is so arrogant, and I badly want to beat him." I clenched my fist angrily. That bastard Dylan again. He always takes what was mine. First,t that bitch Winter, now my place. "Okay, just forget about it. Just look for a new place for me." I said between gritted teeth. I badly want that place, but Dylan owns it now. I don't want to take it back from him anymore.

The jealousy was still there, but it was mixing with that familiar heat low in my belly. “You kissed her,” I whispered, voice shaking. “Now you have to kiss me better.” A slow, dangerous smile spread across Marcus’s face. He rose up on his knees, hands sliding higher until they gripped my hips. He pulled me to the edge of the bed and leaned in, capturing my lips in a deep, hungry kiss. This one was nothing like the one he’d given my mom. It was possessive, claiming, full of heat and need. His tongue swept into my mouth as one hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head exactly how he wanted.

“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.

“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.

The other day of marriage I was compelled to come here, a completely deserted island, he owns. He is not Nico, I used to love, he is Nicolas Costello, the world fears, the Capo of Italian mafia. I feel myself as a caged bird, who ought to fly heights but now is captured by bird of prey. unknowningly a lone tear escaped my eyes. I never wanted this, I wanted love, my whole life, I craved for love, just to get, ignorance, betrayal, cheating. My dad, Paul and now him. The person I truly love is behind my blood.

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.