Marcus Possessive Novels & Stories

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...,"

“I don’t do childish labels but I’ll be your man.” As his lips connected with my neck I closed my eyes smiling. “My protector.” He leaned up moving his arm around me as he moved in front of me. “I will always protect you, Taylor. You belong to me.” I laughed. “You make me sound like some kind of possession.” Lucas shrugged, “you are, you’re mine.”

Sophia moaned as he filled her completely, inch by thick inch, until his hips pressed against her ass. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned. “This pussy is going to learn who it belongs to now.” He started thrusting — deep, possessive strokes that made her breasts bounce. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the penthouse as Marcus claimed her body as his new rent.

"Why? Why stage all of this?" "Because I needed you desperate. Broken. Willing to do anything." Marcus's voice hardened. "You destroyed my public empire. My legitimate holdings. But you never touched my real power. The underground network. The connections that span thirty years and twelve countries. That is still mine. Still thriving. And I want you to run it." "You are insane—"

He was just a giant with a buzzed head. "I'm going to the garage," I said. "I have to get my car." "You don't have a car anymore," Marcus’s voice boomed behind me. I turned around. Marcus was standing on the porch, wiping his hands with a white cloth. There was a tiny drop of Roman's blood on his cuff. He looked at it like it was a piece of dirt. "What do you mean?" I asked. My throat felt tight. "I mean the keys are in my pocket," Marcus said. He pulled out my phone and held it up. "And this is mine now, too. You’ve been using it to talk to people you shouldn't. From now on, your calls go through my office."

"Declare the marketer's position vacant. Find someone to fill her former role. She's under my wing now," Darien declared, surprising both himself and Hau Lin. Darien froze as he realized what he had just said. Why did his tone come out like that? How could he sound so possessive? Hau Lin was left speechless by Darien's sudden proclamation. While he had sensed a change in Darien since that night he first met the lady who now worked as his assistant, he never expected the man to display possessiveness so quickly.

He cautioned. I glanced at him, my voice cutting sharp. “I didn’t come here for a warm welcome. I came to get what is mine.” I muttered. Referring to Tracey as mine sounded possessive. But, I could care less. She was in my possession at the point she was taken away, and that alone made it personal. Whatever was in my care was mine. Marcus nodded saying no words, his gaze fixed back at the Iron gate. The gates creaked open, and Deigo’s men poured out like a pack of wolves, ready to pounce on the nearest humans around..

"These are for me," Marcus said, putting the phone away. "So I can see what's mine, even when you're not here." The knowledge that Marcus had these photos, that he could look at them whenever he wanted, was both terrifying and deeply arousing. It was another layer of ownership, another inescapable chain binding him to this man.