Marcus Possessive Novels & Stories

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.

“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.”

“But you’ve been acting like nothing happened. Figured maybe you regretted it.” Marcus let out a low chuckle and walked her backward until her thighs hit the edge of the desk. “Regret? Not even close. I was making sure no one suspected a damn thing.” He spun her around suddenly, bending her forward over the polished surface. Her hands braced against the wood as he pressed up behind her, grinding the thick ridge of his cock against her ass. “You’re mine after hours. Understand?” The possessive edge in his voice made her shiver. She pushed back against him. “For now.”

"Both, depending on the day. Tonight it's leaning toward the first kind. He's been insufferable this week." "Insufferable how?" "He kept me late three nights running for work that conveniently only became urgent whenever you texted me." I said it plainly, watching Marcus's expression shift from surprise into something more amused than I expected. "I finally called it what it was. Jealousy. He didn't deny it." "So the ice CEO has a soft, possessive underbelly." Marcus grinned, refilling my water glass without being asked. "That's either the most human thing I've ever heard about him, or the most concerning, depending on how you're currently feeling about him."

There was silence for a moment which I considered was a nod because next came the beautiful words out of his mouth. "Holy fucking shit! That bastard. Call the guards you fool." He said as he got out and his voice faded. The Morwoods...I've heard that name before. Ace. The name popped inside my head so suddenly that I didn't even notice. Maybe my brain was so tired. Was Ace here? Did he come to save me?

“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.

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...,"