Loving Marcus Page 5

  I held my breath unable to make a sound as his voice carried through the open doorway.

  “Then what the fuck is it?” Marcus’s angry question had my eyes open wide.

  Cole looked over at me, and his eyes darkened slightly.

  “You need to leave,” he told Marcus.

  I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted to push Cole out of the way and beg him to stay. My feet were already moving to do just that.

  “Where the fuck is the rest of your clothes?” Marcus demanded.

  I swallowed as I looked over at Cole and really took in his appearance. It hit me what this must look like. Moving faster, I ducked under Cole’s arm as he placed it on the doorframe to prevent me from stepping in front of him.

  “Marcus,” I said.

  Marcus’s eyes glowed with anger and sadness. Looking into them I felt like I was drowning, and sinking deep into the bluest of waters. Like an anchor was attached to my leg, I was being pulled down. I’ve never wanted to be dragged away from their beautiful depths.

  He turned to Cole, breaking the connection. The feeling had left me cold. “Get the fuck out of my way,” he demanded.

  Cole shifted and looked at me. His face could have been carved from stone. I watched as he stepped back and walked into the house.

  My feet were planted on the floor as I breathed deep, uneven breaths. If I moved, would he disappear? Closing my eyes, I fought the need to throw myself at him.

  Cool fingers ran up my cheeks and into my hair. My eyes opened wide just as his lips pressed against mine. It was the most amazing feeling. The softness of his lips caressed me gently at first then harder as he slowly consumed me.

  My lips parted on a gasp giving him the perfect opening to dip his tongue into my mouth. Quiet moans came from deep within as he pressed my back against the wall. The smooth surface was cold as it touched my bare skin.

  Marcus pulled back slightly whispering, “I missed you so fucking much baby.”

  Tears filled my eyes as the loneliness I felt tried to edge in. My arms were wrapped around his neck, and my breasts were crushed against his chest.

  “I missed you too,” I admitted quietly.

  His lips were, once again, on mine and more demanding than before. Another moan rose from deep within. Heat licked at my skin as need rushed through me.

  His hands left my hair and dragging slowly down my back until he reached my ass. He cupped one cheek in each hand and then lifted me up to his body. I wrapped my legs around his waist pressing my core closer to his jean covered dick.

  It felt fucking amazing. Slowly, I moved my hips up and down pressing as close as I could. Marcus growled, and the hairs on my body stood up and my pussy clenched in need.

  His lips left mine then they trailed little kisses across my jaw and down my neck. I moaned again and held him tighter against me.

  “Baby,” he whispered against our joined lips. His voice is husky and full of need. My body responded like gasoline on a fire.

  Leaning in, I pressed my lips to his neck, giving him a little bite. His fingers clenched on my ass, and a moan passed his lips.

  Then we were moving, and his long stride was eating the gap between us and my bedroom. My lips found him again, and I bite down gently on his lower lip.

  “Fuck, baby,” he moaned.

  My pussy clenched in need while wetness coated my panties. Swiveling my hips, I moaned loudly as tingles and sparks shot through me.

  The sound of the door slamming shut had me open my eyes, and once again, I was trapped in the depths of his beautiful eyes.

  A gasp of shock left me as my back hit the bed and I bounced slightly. Marcus’s fingers gripped the legs of my black yoga pants, and he pulled them off my body. He then leaned over and pulled my tank top over my head, leaving me in nothing but my black lacey boy shorts.

  His eyes darken as he took in my nakedness. Then, Marcus removed his clothes at such a speed, I thought he might rip them.

  My eyes widened as he placed one knee on the bed and then the other. He crawled closer to me like a panther on the hunt, and I was his prey.

  Marcus leaned forward as he pressed his lips gently against the inside of my knee. Then, he did it again and again as he slowly made his way to my core.

  My legs fell open as Marcus pushed his way between them. One long finger pressed gently against my lace clad pussy and right on my clit. My head fell back against the soft firm surface of the mattress.

  Marcus then moved away, and I cried out with his loss. His husky laugh brushed against my pussy, and I couldn’t hold back the moan.

  His fingers reached the waistband of my panties then he slowly pulled them down my hips. Marcus then pulled them down my thighs, past my knees and feet before disappearing somewhere in the room.

  His eyes met mine, and they held me captive as he lowered his head and placed his lips on my clit. Feeling shy, I tried to close my legs, but his shoulders made that impossible.

  I wasn’t sure I wanted him to do it, but he sucked my clit gently into his mouth. His tongue started to dance and then his teeth scraped over it gently. My fingers suddenly went to Marcus’s hair to press him closer as the pleasure rocked my body. I’ve never felt anything like it.

  Marcus flicked his fingers as he circled my opening before pressing them deep inside. He pumped his fingers in and out with one hand, and I had to cover my mouth as a scream erupted from deep within. The walls of my pussy clamped down hard around his long fingers as the orgasm washed over me in a tidal wave.

  Before I came down from my orgasm, Marcus was pressing home. His huge cock spilt me wide open and caressed my walls. He went in inch by inch until he was pressed flush against my womb.

  Another scream left me as my body fought to accommodate him. I felt completely stuffed to the max. His lips surrounded my nipple, and he pulls it into his mouth as he suckled it gently.

  Arching my back, I felt him go even deeper if that’s even possible. I started to think that I might die if he didn’t move soon. So, I shifted my hips and tried to find relief as desire took over.

  Thankfully, he pulled back and pressed home again and again. I rocked my hips up to meet him thrust for thrust. His left hand was in my hair grabbing it in a tight fist while his right hand was on my hip. Marcus was pressing me into the mattress and holding me where he wanted me.

  My hand pressed harder against my mouth as I screamed in pleasure. His hips were moving harder and faster, and soon the bed was slamming into the wall as he pounded into my pussy.

  His tongue flicked gently on my nipple before he started suckling on it again. My pussy spasmed slightly, caressing his cock and forcing a moan from his lips.

  Clamping down on him over and over, my pussy continued to spasm as another orgasm tore through me. This one was bigger, and it had me flying into the stars.

  Marcus groaned and thrust into me with harder and shorter thrusts. His movements became jerky as he found his own release. Warmth bathed my insides, which sent me into another smaller orgasm.

  His lips left my nipple, and he trailed small kisses up my chest and neck until his soft lips were pressed against mine.

  “I love you, Willow,” he whispered.

  The air I was desperately trying to take in left me, and my lungs froze, and my heart skipped a beat. His head dropped to the crock of my neck, and I shuddered as his warm breath caressed the sensitive skin.

  “I love you too,” I whispered.

  Chapter 22

  Marcus

  Willow’s breaths were even, and her body was snug against mine. The sound of my phone ringing didn’t surprise me.

  Gently I pulled my arm from underneath her, and I slipped from the bed. I pulled the phone out of my black jeans that were sitting on the floor and answered it.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” Larks angry voice lashed out like a whip through the line.

  “Taking what’s mine,” I told him.

  “Motherfucker!” Lark shouted.

  I
smiled slightly. He wasn’t going to change what has already been done.

  “Better take care of her, or I’ll rip your spine through your throat,” he informed me coldly.

  Chapter 23

  Willow

  Warmth surrounded me, and something smooth and soft was pressed against my cheek. Opening my eyes, I looked at the expanse of skin in front of me. There was an arm wrapped around my waist, and my face was on Marcus’s chest.

  It wasn’t a dream. Sighing, I rubbed my cheek against him.

  “Good morning, baby,” his voice was rough from sleep.

  “Good morning,” I shyly whispered back.

  Heat spread through me as memories from last night flashed through my mind. Before I could say another word, I was on my back, and Marcus was sliding deep into my pussy.

  His lips were on my neck sucking and nibbling as he rocked gently and slowly between my thighs. One of his hands went between us, and his fingers found my clit. He rubbed it gently, giving it a small tug here and there.

  Moans spilled from my parted lips as he his dick hit my g-spot over and over. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and my pussy was clamping down hard around his cock.

  The orgasm was sweet as it washed over my taking him with me.

  “I love you, baby,” he said while looking into my eyes.

  “I love you, too,” I whispered.

  Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kissed him leisurely.

  “Get the fuck up,” Cole shouted as he pounded on the door.

  All the warm tingles and sweet, relaxing feelings just evaporated as if the last few minutes didn’t happen. Anger rose within me, and I snarled at the door in frustration, “Fuck off, Cole.” My voice was laced with all the frustration and anger that I felt.

  Suddenly, the pounding stopped. “Willow?” I laughed at Cole’s voice, which was filled with hesitation.

  “I’ll be out in a minute,” my voice became strained as I chocked back the laughter.

  The sound of his retreating steps had Marcus’s arms tightened around my waist.

  “Guess it’s time to get up?” His voice was husky from our lovemaking.

  Shaking my head, I slipped from his warm possessive embrace. Leaning over him, I smiled.

  “I’ll go see what he wants,” I whispered against our joined lips.

  The sheets pooled around my waist as I sat up. The soft material was soothing in a way. The cool air caressed my nipples, which caused the already hard peeks to harden even more.

  Gooseflesh rose along my arms, forcing the hairs to stand slightly. Then a tingling like feeling shot through me as the hair slowly rose.

  Reaching for my robe, I heard Marcus. He moved before I even realized it.

  “Please put something less revealing on,” his voice was strained.

  For a moment I contemplated ignoring him and putting it on anyways. He wasn’t going to be controlling me, and if I didn’t nip it in the ass now, he would be unbearable.

  “For my sanity and my brother’s wellbeing, please, Willow,” he voice was full of pleading.

  The slight anger I felt at being told what to do vanished. If it meant that much to him, I dropped the soft silky material and reached for my pants.

  His sigh of relief brought a smile to my face. In a way I understood. If he went out there in his boxers and another woman saw even one small tantalizing inch of him, I’m not sure what I’d do. My fingers curled at the thoughts racing through my mind.

  I stood and pulled the tank top over my head. I wasn’t a violent person, not really, but Marcus seemed to drag unwelcome feelings of jealousy from somewhere deep within me.

  For a moment I expected him to dress and follow. I turned and looked at him as I walked to the door. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was even as he took slow deep breaths.

  A satisfied smile curved my lips as I walked out into the hallway. I just had all that hotness wrapped around me. My bare feet padded quietly through the apartment until I finally found Cole standing in the kitchen making pancakes.

  “Cole?” My voice carried in the quiet room.

  “Your father called,” his voice was strained.

  “Did he threaten to remove precious body parts?” I asked with a smile. I knew my father well enough to know he probably said that, and so much more.

  “Not fucking funny, Willow,” his voice held only a small note of heat.

  His eyes never strayed from his task, even as he shifted slightly in discomfort. He was hiding something, stalling.

  “What’s going on, Cole?” My voice held a note of concern.

  “He’s not happy, and there’s more going on than you and Marcus,” he hesitated.

  Slowly, my eyebrows rose just as his eyes finally found mine and flicking back to the pan.

  “It’s about Lilyanna,” he said.

  My heart skipped. Was she hurt? Did the target get one up on her? Fear squeezed my heart.

  “Is she okay?” I couldn’t keep the fear from my voice.

  “Shit! I’m fucking this up. Yes, she’s okay it’s just…” he paused again.

  My shoulders lost some of the tension.

  “Just what?” I asked him.

  “We’re together okay?” He said it like a challenge. Almost as if he feared that I would take the fork in front of me and pierce his eyes out or something stupid like that.

  Winding down, I smiled as he fidgeted. He was a wreck of nerves. My biggest question was how did this happen? And when did he have the time?

  I waited for him to say more, but the discomfort on his face was more then I could take. Shaking my head, I slipped from the stool.

  I needed a minute and headed towards the front door. I recalled that I forgot to collect the mail yesterday.

  My fingers wrapped around the cool doorknob, and I twisted and pulled it slightly. The door opened effortlessly, and I slowly descended the stairs with my bare feet.

  The mailbox was at the bottom of the stairs, and without looking around, I lifted the cover to the black metal box. As I peered inside, I froze instantly when a cold metal pressed against my head.

  The pressure of it dug deeper into my temple, and it had me swallowing hard. Fear had my heart rate skating higher and higher. My throat turned dry as the voice, I knew and hated, sounded around me.

  “Don’t fucking scream and don’t make a sound, and I won’t pull this trigger and watch all the brain matter fly out of this pretty little head,” Slade’s words were cold.

  “What’s going on, Slade?” I asked him. My throat suddenly became dry, which caused my voice to crack as the words came out of me.

  “I need to save you,” he whispered in a crazed voice.

  Before I could say anything, pain exploded through my head, and my legs gave out. Darkness edged my vision, and the ground became closer. Strong arms grabbed me and then we were moving.

  Chapter 24

  Marcus

  The door to Willow’s room slammed open. I flew up and pointed my gun at whoever was standing in the doorway. Cole’s dark, panicked face met my hard stare.

  Something gripped my heart, twisting it.

  “What the fuck, Cole?” I shouted while placing my gun on the table next to the bed.

  “Willow’s fucking gone!” He shouted back.

  Standing, I pulled my pants on quickly, “what the fuck do you mean, she’s gone?”

  He cast his eyes to the floor and refused to look in my direction.

  “I went to tell Willow that breakfast was ready. I thought she was in the living room, but the door was open,” he sighed while racking his fingers forcefully through his hair.

  His eyes met mine again, and I could see the panic, but under that was fear. The same fear that was gripping my chest and refusing to let go.

  “Someone walked in the door, and walked out with her?” I asked. How the fuck did someone do that? Two fucking trained killers were watching her.

  “My guess? She went to check the fucking mail.” Cole
snarled.

  Pulling a shirt over my head, I slammed my feet into my shoes and palmed my phone. I hated the call that I was about to make.

  “Marcus?” Lark’s deep, cold voice answered after the third ring.

  “We have a problem,” I told him.

  “Is she already giving you a hard time?” Was that amusement in his voice?

  “She’s gone,” I growled.

  Silence. I thought for a moment that the line had been disconnected.

  “Gone where?” He demanded.

  “Someone has her,” I told him as fear reared its ugly head.

  “Stay put,” he replied coldly.

  The line was disconnected. I knew one fucking thing for sure, whoever took her was going to pay for it in blood. Lots and lots of blood.

  Chapter 25

  Willow

  There was a throbbing pain in my head. It hurt! Tears started to fill my eyes, which caused more pain to pinprick out like little needles.

  I raised my fingers, and brushed them against my head and found a stickiness. Pulling my fingers back, I looked at them then closed my eyes at the site of blood. My stomach started to churn.

  Shifting slightly, I reached for my head again as more pain exploded through it. Metal on metal echoed through the room. My eyes widened as they found the location of the sound.

  Metal cuffs encompassed my wrists with at least a two-foot chain connecting the cuffs together. There was plenty of space for some movement.

  “Good, you’re awake,” Slade’s deep voice echoed throughout the room. Squinting my eyes, I looked around the room.

  “What’s going on?” I demanded. I sounded angry instead of fearful. It was something to be proud of, even if I felt like the world was about to swallow me whole.

  “Little Willow, I’m saving you,” he told me quietly.

  “From what? I was safe with Marcus and Cole,” I said coldly.

  “I’m saving you from them,” he told me in a steady voice.

  He actually believed that? Wow! He was crazy.

  “They would never hurt me, Slade. Let me go, and I will beg my father to let you live. If you keep me, you’ll die,” I finished with a hard tone.