Marcus Possessive Novels & Stories

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.

But instead, the only thing that came out of Marcus's lips was a light chuckle. "Really? You want me to leave? I literally own this club at this point. If I call back my lawyers, I will get this club back. But I don't want that. I only want your masked dancer. She's so secretive, it makes me wonder what is so special about her. But then, I don't want her to be my dancer anymore," Marcus said. "What else do you want from her?" softly uttered Marco, getting back on his feet. "It's enough, Marcus! I've done everything you wanted because of who you are, but at this point, I can't continue!" Marco yelled, but Marcus did not even stop staring.

“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.”

“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."

Liam stated, "you could have left our pack and settled somewhere else with Ryan" "And what would I have done with this pack link that is binding me to our pack? And suppose I would have even broken it, do you think Marcus is as easy to ditch?" Sighing she clenched her fists in anger, "He kept me under his thumb my whole life. But Ryan let me fly. I was open to him, he had become my reason to live. Marriage with you was just an excuse to get Marcus off my back." Liam's hand lifted up to rub his tired as hell eyes. How many more lives Marcus had ruined? If that bastard did not leave his own daughter, what could be expected of him for others?

In a minute he can calm her down and the very next minute he can make her breathless "Good. And you are exactly doing that." He said and hung the call-up. She was baffled. She could not understand the reason for which he didn't permit her to go, unaware to her, it was because of his possessive nature toward her. He didn't want to share her with ANYONE! He wanted himself to be the center of her thoughts. He wanted every moment of her life to be filled with his memories. He was extremely possessive of her. He desired to imprint this in her mind that she is his and no one else. And this was his mission until there rukhsati to make her completely his.