Marcus Possessive Novels & Stories

“But you’ve been acting like nothing happened. Figured maybe you regretted it.” Marcus chuckled low, walking her backward until her thighs hit the edge of his desk. “Regret? Nah. Just making sure no one suspects.” He spun her around suddenly, bending her forward over the polished wood. Her hands braced against the surface as he pressed up behind her, grinding slowly. “You’re mine after hours. Understand?” The possessive edge in his voice made her shiver. She pushed back against him. “For now.”

"Is the venison perhaps too tough for your aging palate? Or are you simply distracted by the impending freeze of the winter borders?" "My teeth remain sharp enough to rip the throat from your chest, boy," Marcus rumbled. The deep frequency of his voice was a physical force. "You sit in my ancestral home. You consume my resources. Yet you look at my fated mate as if you have a legal right to breathe the same oxygen she exhales."

The words hit me like a slap. Grayson blinked. “Okay, now I’m confused.” Marcus gestured toward the safe. “Open it.” I didn’t move. “Not until you explain why you’re pointing a gun at your boss.” Marcus’ expression changed. “Because that safe contains something that belongs to me.” Grayson muttered, “Everyone suddenly owns something tonight.” Marcus ignored him. I took a slow step forward. “You’re my CFO.” Marcus laughed. “That’s just a title.” “Then what are you really?”

“You’re not going anywhere near her or Lily without me. You don’t like it? Tough. Leave.” Marcus swayed, his fists clenching, his eyes darting between us, rage warring with desperation. “You think you own her now?” he said, his voice low, bitter. “You think you can steal my family?” He took a step, but Chavez and another guard closed in, their hands on their weapons, their presence a silent threat. Marcus glared, his chest heaving, then muttered, “Fine. Office. Let’s do this.”

Longer, thicker, stretching her in ways she'd never been stretched, filling her completely. "Fuck," Marcus groaned, bottoming out inside her. "You're so tight. So perfect. How did Thomas not worship this pussy every single day?" "Because he wasn't you," Isabella moaned. Marcus began to move....hard, brutal thrusts that had the bed slamming against the wall, had Isabella screaming with each impact. Nothing like Thomas's gentle, careful movements. This was claiming. Possessing. Owning. "This is mine now," Marcus growled, pounding into her. "This pussy belongs to me. This body belongs to me. You belong to me. Say it."

Jax asked, thrusting harder. I pulled off Marcus long enough to moan, “I fucking love it. Don’t stop. Use me.” They switched again. Marcus took my pussy, stretching me wide while Jax fucked my mouth. I was on cloud nine, completely full and used by two strong men. Marcus leaned down and whispered in my ear, “This pussy is mine though. Remember that.” His possessive tone sent a thrill through me. I pushed back harder on his cock. After a few more minutes of getting passed between them, I was shaking.

I opened my mouth to protest, to demand an explanation, but the intensity in his eyes silenced me before I could utter a word. “And I won’t accept a ‘no’ for an answer,” he continued, his voice as cold as steel. “You belong to me now. There’s nothing you can do about it.” My chest tightened as the finality of his words struck me like a blow. He turned on his heel, dismissing me without another glance, his coldness cutting deeper than any insult. “Lucius,” he commanded without breaking stride, “take her to my territory. Show her where she’ll be sleeping.”

Marcus’s control snapped completely. He started pounding into me with brutal, punishing strokes. The wet, obscene sounds of my soaked pussy taking every inch echoed around us. My breasts jiggled wildly as he fucked me against the wall like he owned me. “That’s right,” he growled, teeth grazing my neck. “Take it. Take every fucking inch. This pussy belongs to me now. Say it.” “It’s yours!” I cried out, my voice breaking. “My pussy is yours, Marcus. I’m your dirty little secret.”

“Not all of it. But enough.” Jace swallowed. “You said I wasn’t a target.” “You weren’t,” Marcus replied. “You were a tool.” The words hit harder than a slap. Marcus stepped closer, eyes cold now, assessing, stripping Jace down with his gaze. “You were access,” he continued. “Convenient. Soft. Loyal to the wrong people.” Jace shook his head. “You don’t get to talk to me like that.” Marcus laughed once, short and humorless. “I get to talk to you however I want,” he said. “You let me.”

I couldn't help but mirror her joy, eagerly extending my arms for a warm embrace. Marcus grabbed me and pulled me tightly into his arms. "Come on, babe, stop being jealous. She's just a girl." His aura radiated with intense emotion. Mia wore a disappointed smile as she stepped aside, leaving the door open for us to enter. "It's fine, he's just being overly protective," I signaled to Mia as Marcus carried me into the room, still in a straddling position. "Why do you have to be so possessive, Marcus? She's just a lonely girl I wanted to give a hug."