Marcus Possessive Novels & Stories

“But you can’t keep sneaking around like this. Derek’s watching everything now.” Marcus pulled his hand out slowly, brought his fingers to his mouth, and licked them clean. “She can do what she wants,” he said, smiling at me. “She’s not his property. She’s ours.” Lucas’s jaw tightened. “Ours? Already? We just got here yesterday.”

“I’ve seen the way he looks at you in the security feeds. Possessive. But I could make you want it without the chains.” Alex jerked back, heat flooding his face. “Touch me again and I’ll break your hand.” Marcus’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Feisty. No wonder he’s obsessed. But you’re making a mistake. Victor doesn’t love. He owns. And when the three months are up, he’ll toss you back into the gutter like every other toy he’s used.” The study doors slammed open with a crack that echoed like a gunshot.

He stayed deep inside my body for a long, quiet moment, his heavy chest heaving as he breathed heavily against the side of my damp neck. He finally spoke, his voice sounding incredibly dark and serious. He told me that there would be no more lunches without him, and he warned me that if he ever saw that designer near me again, he would not be so gentle with me next time. He pulled himself out of my body very slowly, watching with a dark satisfaction as the evidence of his possession dripped down the insides of my thighs. Then he turned my body around to face him, cupped my face gently in his large hands, and kissed my lips with a deep, possessive hunger. He whispered against my mouth that ev

Gabriella interrupted his explanation. His gaze sharpened. “Let me finish,” Alexander said, gritting his teeth. He seemed to be trying to control himself. “Sorry, sir.” Gabriella stiffened, biting back her response. “Now, in a few weeks, there will be a charity gala. Every respectable businessman and socialite will be in attendance, including Patrick Manchester, the CEO of Mavins LTD.” Gabriella had heard about that company a couple of times. It was run by an elderly business tycoon whose family had built a well-known name for themselves in New York over the years. Every major businessman in the city wanted to be associated with that name.

“Exactly, Serenity. It doesn’t make any sense. Besides, you have classes, and we shouldn’t disrupt your studies for something unnecessary.” Marcus leaned back against the counter, his arms crossed, observing his wife’s attempts to steer the conversation. “That’s what your mother thinks, but I believe it might be more significant. This could be Maximus’s way of formally returning something that belongs to the two of you. After all, your connection to the Palmer family hasn’t been completely severed.”

The tension in the air was more than just heavy but tangible, that you could feel it. Marcus finally walked into the living room, moving in with full energy. There was definitely nothing uncertain about his movement. He clearly came with an agenda to scatter and scare her. Just pure intent, written all over his face. Possession. Control. Rage, barely kept together.

“But you’re going to take me anyway because this pregnant pussy still belongs to me.” He pushed inside me slowly, filling me in one long stroke. I moaned despite myself, my body welcoming him even as fresh tears fell. Marcus fucked me gently this time — deep, possessive rolls of his hips while one hand cradled my belly and the other played with my sensitive, leaking breasts. “Let her walk in again,” he growled softly in my ear. “Let her see how thoroughly I’ve claimed you. How beautifully you’re growing with my baby inside you.”

"Track every fuel purchase. Track every private hangar he has a lease on. And Marcus?" "Yeah?" "Tell the brokers. We’re not being quiet anymore. I want a hostile takeover of every subsidiary he has left. I want him to wake up tomorrow and realize he’s a king without a kingdom." I looked into the rearview mirror, my reflection a stranger I didn't recognize. "He thinks he’s won because he put an ocean between us," I murmured, the engine growling to life. "He doesn't realize he just gave me a reason to own the ocean."

"What’s your point, Marcus? You think you’re better than everyone here? Because I have news for you, darling. You’re just another pawn in their little game. Just like the rest of us." Marcus smiled, but it was cold. He straightened his shoulders, a figure of effortless power. "I’m not a pawn, Charlotte. I’m the son of a man who runs a country. My father is the President of France." His words were deliberate, each one a statement of dominance. "You can call it a game, but trust me—when you’re on top, it’s not a game anymore. It’s a business. And in my world, you either play by the rules or you get crushed."

Then he paused, asking, "Do you still speak to Ace?" Change of topic, but Marcos obliged, chuckling. "He— He hasn't changed. He owns an automobile company now, about time anyway. He's one of the smartest people I know," Then he looked up at Paris, flashing the ring on his left hand to his face. "He was the friend I mentioned, that told me what the ring meant," Paris took a sip from his glass, an eyebrow of his raised though he didn't sound as surprised as Marcos expected. "It's pitiful you still have only one friend."