Novel & Cerita Marcus Possessive

“Yes, I'm looking forward to it. he said humbly. Charlotte and Marco instantly became friends. He was her first friend at Harvard. All the while they fought across campus. Marco was always very friendly and approachable. Charlotte learned from her roommate, Johanna Chan, that Marco was very popular at Harvard. He was the president of the Student Council, editor-in-chief of Jornal Escolar, president of the Chess Team, and was the last winner of the Academic Decagon. He was something of a student prodigy and was sure to graduate with honors in Business Administration. Charlotte was very impressed by her friend's accomplishments. — Did you know that Marco's family owns Villa-Lobos Internacional

he asked, striding towards me, his expression a mix of surprise and annoyance. "What's your business with my reason for being here, Marcus? Why do you concern yourself with my business?" I asked, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice. "You know where this is, don't you? This is Rhodes Fashion House. It not only belongs to my family too, so your presence here is my business. What are you doing here?" Marcus demanded, his tone sharp and condescending. Taking a deep breath, I decided to warn him off one last time. "You don't own the place, Marcus. Stay out of my…"

“Well, your father is not here, and I got bored inside our room-” “Correction! That was my father and my mother’s room, not yours. Let me remind you…” Marcus pointed his finger at her as if he was accusing her. His eyes were blazing with fire while his teeth were gritted. “You,” he slightly pushed her using his index finger while pointing it at her forehead, “don’t own anything here.”

I added quietly. Marco's eyes turned cold, his jaw tightening as he leaned back against the headrest. "And now you," he said, "I don't even know why I brought you here. I've never brought anyone here, not even when I was a reckless teenager, I have never shared this place with a girl. This place is mine. Just mine... just like you are now whether you like it or not." His words hit me like a wave crashing against the shore, the force of his possessiveness washing over me, leaving me breathless and disoriented.

His jaw ticked, a small muscle jumping near his temple. Before he suddenly said, "Good. I want my wife back. The real you. Not that broken thing you’ve been." I didn't say anything to that. Of course I knew how much of a devil Marcus was. A chronic narcissist. He didn't want me back; he wanted his possession back in working order. He wanted the trophy wife who made him look good, not the human being he was destroying. The car came to a stop. I looked up. We were at the Pack’s grand estate. It was massive and powerful, a sprawling manor that looked more like a fortress with its stone lions and iron gates.

/Bach…Bach…/ This lascivious slurping sound is so sad, he rubs my underside with one hand and rubs my nipples with one hand. “N… No, don't do both at the same time.” Jay Park like turning into a beast while making love, he didn't answer but kept stabbing me deep inside. “um~…”

I came again, harder than before, walls spasming around him as pleasure ripped through me. Marcus groaned and buried himself deep, flooding me with hot, thick cum. He kept grinding, pushing every drop inside me as if marking his territory. We stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing hard. His hand stroked my hip almost tenderly. “You’re driving me insane, velvet bird,” he whispered. “I’ve never been this possessive over anyone. Not even my wife.” The words hit like a knife wrapped in velvet. I swallowed the sudden lump in my throat and forced a teasing smile behind my mask.

“A toast, for successfully taking over the empire.” “Cheers.” Julio and Louis clicked their glasses and gulped down everything. “I'm so proud of you, my son. Now, let's talk about your 09 fortune. How about your girlfriend?” “One thing I know about Kacy is that she does not love me.” “Well, find someone, fast. I can't wait to control everything Diaz once owned. He thought he could have everything forever, ha, the joke is on him now.

"It's just a very great honor. You'll always be free to live here. These rooms can be permanently assigned to you. Hell, if we do get married, I can even move in here, if you want." "What?" I say again, startled. "What about your own rooms?" "My own rooms are actually pretty utilitarian," Marcus admits, sounding a little sheepish. "I've never been one for fancy surroundings or decorating, at least not when it's just me. I don't have that touch that can make a place a home." "That surprises me," I say. "I would have had you pegged as someone who enjoyed a cozy, well-worn place to escape to at the end of a busy day."

Dianna explained and was sorry. She gave him a sweet, comforting smile while her hands rested on his lap. Until Klaud stopped the car, cupped her soft, flawless cheeks. "Why did you stop? I thought we are in a hurry?" She looked at him confusingly, but he remained silent. There was something in his eyes that made her knees weak and tremble. "I can't help but look at you every second! I... I want to hold you! I... want to feel you, Dianna, and I don't know what is happening to me! I... I became possessive of you...,"