Page 36 of Prized Possession

His smirk grows wider and he seems almost dangerous as he takes off his open shirt, throwing it onto the floor. My eyes are fucking wide as saucers, and I’m not sure I’m even blinking. My gaze is focused on the hard ridges of his pale, beautiful chest.

“I never said I was… I know I’m the villain in every story, but my point still stands.”

When he says the word villain, his tone is almost a growl, as though that will make me more afraid of him.

“So, how do you know if you’ve found the real thing?” I ask, trying to get us back on track…whatever the hell track we’re on.

For the first time, he breaks our eye contact, and he drops his gaze down to his trousers. I watch with rapt attention as he slides his hands over the waistband, until he reaches the closed button. When he finally pops it, my heart skips a beat.

As he begins sliding them over his hips, he lifts his gaze to meet mine once again, and his eyes are almost dark, hooded with the same lust I’m sure he sees reflected back. I pull my lower lip in between my teeth, biting to distract from the way my body is practically vibrating with nervous energy.

Teenage me daydreamed about this moment practically every fucking day and night, from the moment I first realised I had a crush on my brother’s best friend.

No matter how much I told myself I shouldn’t, that he’s an arsehole, that he doesn’t feel the same…none of it mattered. You can’t help what your brain thinks about when left to its own devices, and mine has been thinking of Marcus for years.

I’ve imagined every scenario you could possibly think of. I’ve pictured every inch of his body in my head. I’ve dreamt of every possible thing that he could say to me…or so I thought. Because nothing in the world prepared me for this.

My imagination was woefully fucking inadequate at dreaming up Marcus, as this real life version is so much better.

His trousers drop to the floor and he steps out of them, kicking them to the side with his foot. Marcus stands before me in just his tight black boxers, and it’s impossible to miss the bulge that’s straining against them.

I must have been staring for much longer than is acceptable, as Marcus lets out a short laugh, pulling my attention back to that cocky smirk of his. “This is how I know,” he states confidently, taking his hand and gripping his hard length over his boxers.

As his hand wraps around his shaft, Marcus lets out a low groan, and I gasp loudly, my core clenching at how fucking hot this is. His eyes are fixed on me, but I can’t meet his gaze for long, my attention is pulled away when I see his hand move.

Marcus slowly palms his cock through his boxers, sliding his hand over his length, and I watch transfixed as it grows. As his cock becomes erect, his motions become more obvious. He slides his finger over the head of his cock, before moving back to the base, squeezing when he circles his hand around it.

“You did this,” he states loudly, and it’s enough to pull me out of the bubble I was in, stuck staring as he strokes his hardening length.

“What?” I mumble, completely fucking flustered by the whole situation.

My eyes meet his, and they’re so dark, my breathing stutters as I pull in a desperate gasp. The corner of his lip tilts, revealing the cutest fucking dimple, and I hate how he can be so fucking sexy and adorable, all at the same time.

“Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are?” he growls.

I shake my head slightly, my heart racing at the intensity of his words. Nobody has ever made me feel so much with one sentence. The fact he’s attracted to me is baffling, but telling me I’m the one to make his body react this way is something else. I’m lost for words.

Well, if I thought I was lost for words before, it’s nothing compared to when his hand disappears under the waistband of his tight black boxers. His large hand palms his cock, the black fabric preventing me from seeing anything except the outline of his movements.

“Each time I think of those fucking delectable curves of yours…or the way your skirt clings to your arse…or how your tits are pushed up to show off the most perfect cleavage…my cock gets impossibly harder. As I think of your sexy body, all the blood rushes to the head, making it pulse almost painfully.”

His words are deep and breathy, with an almost gravelly tone that makes me squeeze my thighs together. Though I suspect it’s far too late…my knickers are beyond ruined.

“Do you know how many times I’ve stroked my dick whilst thinking of you?Wondering what you look like without clothes, if your body is even fucking hotter underneath the tight dresses you wear. I think about how tight you are, and how fucking wet your little cunt gets when you think about me. Do you think about me?” he adds, looking almost shy at the vulnerability behind his question.

I feel like my mind has a few seconds delay on it. I’m still processing Marcus Morelli’s confession that he strokes his cock while thinking about me, so my brain barely registers the question.

When it does, I don’t know what to say. He’s being honest with me, but to tell him the truth now requires a level of trust I’m not sure I have yet.

Unfortunately, Marcus has a secret weapon, and he uses it to make me lose the last bit of good sense I had. He pulls the waistband of his boxers down just a fraction, showing me the purple engorged head he just mentioned, and at the sight of the pre-cum dripping from his tip, my brain becomes fuzzy.

“Yes.” It’s barely above a whisper, but when that smirk turns into a genuine smile, I know he heard me.

“Good girl,” he replies, and an honest to God shiver ripples down my spine.Why did that sound so unbelievably sexy coming from him?

Using his thumb, he swipes a bead of pre-cum off the tip and spreads it over the head, before his hand disappears behind the fabric once more.

“I’m a man who has to be in control at all times, yet you have power over me that I never gave you. It doesn’t take much from you and my dick is standing to attention, throbbing like I’m a teenager with no bloody control. Can you imagine how much of a fucking mess I’d be if you were actually trying to turn me on?” he says with a chuckle.

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