Marcus Possessive Novels & Stories

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.

Then he stepped closer, until I could feel his breath on my forehead. "Now let me make this clear to you. You belong to me and I am not letting you go," he whispered. My heart leaped. Marcus has always been very possessive. It was a flaw in him I overlooked hoping he would protect me but I know better now than to hang onto that. He was a monster and he was capable of anything. "You really think you can use me and walk away. Do you think you can end things with me and nothing will happen?" he questioned as he grabbed me by my wrist.

Marcus Blackwell leaned casually against the doorframe, a pistol gleaming in his hand—not pointed, but displayed like a symbol of control. “You’ve grown cautious,” Marcus said, voice dripping with mock admiration. “All these guards, all this security… yet it only took me an hour to get inside.” Damian’s stance didn’t waver. “You’re making a mistake.” “Am I?” Marcus smirked. “You took everything from me—Father’s company, the inheritance, the name. You buried me under your empire of lies and think I’ll just watch you play family with a woman who doesn’t even know who you are?”

For a time Marcus talked about life outside the business. His sister's property in Connecticut came up. There was a garden neglected for 12 years. Marcus mentioned it often. Alex suspected he was already imagining himself there. The image was satisfying. As Alex watched Marcus prepare for a future he felt something he rarely examined. Marcus had stood beside him for years. He had been steady, loyal, and present. There were people Alex could say that about. Marcus was one of them. The legitimate businesses were transferred over three weeks. There was the shipping company, warehouse operations, and hospitality group.

His Possession. THE END.

He leaned in close, whispering hot against her ear, “Not a fucking sound, slut. This is your ownership test.” Marcus silently moved behind the old couch, grabbing a dusty blanket and tossing it over their scattered clothes. Jax pulled Emma to her feet, his cum still leaking down her leg, and pressed her back against the wall beside the staircase, hidden in shadow. His massive body pinned her there, one hand still over her mouth, the other sliding between her legs to toy with her swollen, cum-filled clit. The touch was possessive, silent, a reminder that even now, he owned her. “Emma?” Mark called again, voice louder. He was halfway down the stairs now. “I swear I heard something. Are you tal

“They would’ve found the design eventually.” “You used my name,” I whisper in the recording. Silence. Then Marcus says something that makes my chest cave in. “You’re my fiancée. What’s yours is mine.” The room spins. My hands start shaking uncontrollably. He said that. Not Adrian. Marcus. What’s yours is mine. The possessiveness sounds different now. Colder. Self-serving. “You ended the call after that,” Adrian says quietly as the recording stops. I can’t breathe properly. “He… he thought my work belonged to him.”

“She said you’ll get bored of me soon. That I’m too soft for you. That you used to—” Marcus cut her off with a rough, possessive kiss, pulling her up from the couch and crushing her against his hard body. “She is nothing,” he growled against her lips, voice thick with anger and dark desire. “A mistake from my past. You are my wife. Mine.” His hands roamed possessively over her body, sliding under her robe to cup her breasts. “I don’t want her. I want *this* — your body, your submission, your fire.” He lifted her effortlessly and carried her upstairs to the master bedroom.

Marco is the mastermind behind Rico's accident? "Wait wait," she said, trying to breathe evenly. "And Marco? Where is he now?" Bruno glanced at her, something dark and heavy in his eyes before he looked back at the road. “Marco has taken over,” he said quietly. “He’s Capo now.”