Page 121 of Prized Possession

Marcus’ smile turns mischievous, and I don’t miss the glint in his bright blue eyes.

“I’m not telling you. It’s a surprise.”

Now I’m more than a little shocked. It almost sounds like he might have been thinking about this for a while, planning it, maybe?

“Okay, well, what should I wear?”

“Dress comfortably. So, jeans, no heels, with something warm on, like a hoodie,” he adds, confusing me further.

“So I don’t need to get all dressed up?”

Marcus shakes his head, before smirking at me once again. “No, but if you want to put on some sexy lingerie, I’m hoping to convince you to put out on the first date.”

I can’t help but laugh. “I’m not that kind of a girl,” I tell him in my sweetest voice, though we both know there’s no way I can resist this man, particularly if he turns on the charm on our date.

“Well, I’ll have to see if you can be corrupted by the villain then, won’t I?”

I flick my hair, giving him my best unaffected glare. “You are not the villain.”

This time when he laughs, it’s dark and dangerous.

“Oh, sweetheart, we both know I’m the villain. I’m not the hero who wantsto save the world. I’d step on people as they lay dying, just to get to you. I’d let the whole world burn, as long as I managed to save you.”

My heart races and my stomach rolls in the most pleasant way at his words.

“You might be the villain in everyone else’s story, but that makes you my hero.”

Before he has time to protest, I lean in and capture his mouth with mine. He wastes no time reaching over and lifting me from my seat, pulling me onto his lap, so I’m straddling him.

Once more, I’m grateful for the fantastic job Mickey did of patching Marcus up. He’s been healing well, and thankfully, hasn’t pulled any stitches—which given how often he fucks me, is a miracle.

The stitches have almost dissolved, and he doesn’t need pain pills anymore. I’ve reached the point where I almost forget about the injury whenever I’m with him, though I’ll never forget the awful feeling when I saw him covered in blood.

His hard length presses against me, silencing my thoughts, and I roll my hips into him, causing both of us to moan into each other’s mouth.

We’re so lost in devouring each other, we don’t hear the door open.

“None of that at the bloody dinner table, please. Some of us eat here,” Miles groans, grabbing a cup of coffee off the side, quickly pouring it into his to-go tumbler.

“Technically, she’s not on the table, but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t been,” Marcus replies cockily, which earns him a groan from Miles and a slap on the arm from me.

I try to climb off his lap, but Marcus’ hold on my hips tightens. He’s not paying any attention to his friend, he’s just staring at me like he wants to devour me, whether his friend is here or not.

“Marcus, we have that meeting in twenty minutes. If we don’t leave now, we’ll be late,” Miles states.

“Cockblocker,” Marcus grumbles, as I kiss him on the lips before climbing off his lap.

I notice he discreetly rearranges himself in his trousers, though there’s not a lot he can do with his very obvious erection.

“Keep staring and I won’t be able to leave,” he mutters, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at me.

“Go, you don’t want to be late,” I say, as I take my own seat again. “Besides, I have class soon.”

Marcus gets up, but not before glaring at his friend. He walks over to me and bends down until his lips are next to my ear.

“Don’t forget about our date tonight, Mio.”

He then presses a kiss against that sweet spot below my ear, sending a shiver down my spine, which only makes him chuckle.

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