Marcus Possessive Novels & Stories

Marcus replied, a sharp, incredibly annoying grin spreading across his face as he took a slow sip from his glass. "I don't care if you bought the entire city council, Marcus, because you are being completely pathetic by using a multi-million dollar real estate acquisition just to annoy a woman who already rejected your diamond membership card to your face," I countered, leaning down to glare directly into his eyes while the elevator car began to descend toward the basement level.

“But you can’t keep sneaking around like this. Derek’s watching everything now.” Marcus pulled his hand out slowly, brought his fingers to his mouth, and licked them clean. “She can do what she wants,” he said, smiling at me. “She’s not his property. She’s ours.” Lucas’s jaw tightened. “Ours? Already? We just got here yesterday.”

I gasped. Marcus moved like lightning. His hand shot out, grabbing the man by the throat and slamming him back. “Touch her with your dick again and I’ll break your fucking jaw. She’s mine. My stepsister. My cunt. No one fucks her raw but me.” His voice was ice-cold, possessive rage rolling off him in waves. The man stumbled away, apologizing. The crowd went quiet for a second, then murmured hotter approval at the display of ownership.

My breathing is ragged,pissed off that he stopped. “You can’t fully claim me as yours” “You act as if that’s gonna stop me.I think you underestimate just how far I’ll go to prove that you’re mine now.” I just wanted him to continue so I gave in. “I’m…yours”. “Damn right.Mine.Now and always Tiana.” The way he says it feels less like possession and more like a vow.

he threatened, and I gulped. My parents came in between because I was not able to say a single word. "Alpha Warren, it's nothing," Dad intervened. "Yes, Alpha, it's just a normal necklace," I said with a smile. "ARE YOU CRAZY? THIS IS NOT JUST A NECKLACE!" Alpha Warren shouted at me. "The rose and the dagger are the Thorn family crest, and only one person is allowed to have it: Aiden," he said, looking at the necklace intently.

"How are you Haya? Tony asked him." "What is it that you want?" he asked very sternly. "Are you the one who harassed my sister?" Marco asked, it was fat and of medium height, not really moving towards him and looking at him slyly. I didn’t scare him; we are only charging him for his obligation!" Haya replied "Lie! You must hurt me! You even followed me to your friends!" said Tony annoyingly. "We've been following you since you rani" said Haya.

This makes me moan out in surprise. "You're already so wet for me, baby," he whispers against my ear as his knee sways side to side against my cunt. "That's because this pussy is always at your service," I smirk. My comment makes him chuckle. He leaves kisses down my neck to my breasts and down to my stomach but I stop him from going any further. "Who do you belong to, Marcus?" My voice is breathy but hell, I want to hear it one more time. "To you, Yasmeen," he kisses the skin just below my stomach. "I belong to you body and soul. I belong to only you. You own me and there's not a damn thing I can do about it."

The next time I see you looking at another man like that, it won't be nice. My brain is telling me to be scared, but at the same time, the sick, twisted side of me is loving this. I love a man that is possessive over his woman, a man that makes the world know that she belongs to him and no one else. "I'm sorry sir, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" Mr Cross makes a sound that is almost inhuman while he glares at me. Again he is gripping my arm, to pull me off to only he knows where this time.

“You’re mine too. Not just ours. Mine.” He didn’t bother with lube beyond spitting on his cock. The plug came out fast, tossed aside. Then he was pushing into her ass in one rough, jealous thrust. Emma cried out, the burn intense, her body struggling to adjust. Marcus didn’t wait. He fucked her hard, deep, possessive strokes that slammed the desk against the wall. “Fuck—Marcus, slow down” “No.” He gripped her hips bruisingly, fingers digging in. “This hole is mine tonight. Ryan can have your pussy later. But right now I’m reclaiming what’s mine.”

"The one we're currently sitting in because you liquidated our son's college fund?" His face hardened into a mask of pure corporate authority. "Ethan, would you mind stepping outside for a moment?" "No," Ethan answered calmly, his posture unyielding. Marcus looked at him then—really looked at him—and something profoundly ugly surfaced in his expression. Possession. It wasn't love, and it wasn't protectiveness; it was the raw, primal territorialism of a man losing his grip on a prized asset. He turned back to me, his tone dropping an octave. "So that's it, then?"