Page 21 of Stalked By the Executive

"Fuck, Charlotte," Marcus groans, his voice strained as he nips at my neck. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby. I gotta get inside you, honey."

"Then take me. I'm yours," I breathe.

Marcus doesn't hesitate, flipping me onto my back with a predatory glint in his eyes. He looms over me, his strong frame casting a shadow that feels both terrifying and thrilling. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and desire, as though we are creating our very own storm within these four walls.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he murmurs, trailing his fingers down my spine, eliciting a shudder of pleasure from me. His touch is everywhere. It's all-consuming and intoxicating, making it impossible to think about anything other than the present moment.

He spears himself into me, and I scream in both pleasure and pain as he groans, a deep, guttural sound of male satisfaction.

"Marcus," I gasp, feeling the tension coil tighter inside me as our bodies move in perfect synchrony. "Please... I need more."

"Tell me what you want," he demands, his voice low and commanding. "I'll give you anything, baby."

"Harder," I whimper, meeting his intense gaze. "Take me like you own me."

"Fuck, yes," he growls, his grip on my hips tightening as he thrusts into me with renewed force. The pain mixes with pleasure, and I can't help but scream, the sound raw and primal as it echoes through the room.

"Mine," he repeats between ragged breaths, his words searing themselves into my very soul. "You're fuckingmine, Charlotte."

"Yours," I agree, lost in the heady rush of surrender as our connection deepens with every touch, every gasp, and every shared moment of ecstasy. "Only yours, Marcus."

As our bodies collide, driven by the darkness that binds us together, I can't help but wonder if this is what freedom feels like—the sweet, unyielding embrace of desire, dominance, and control.

As the last remnants of our primal dance fade into the darkness, my body trembles with exhaustion, yet my mind races with the intensity of the night's events. Marcus' strong arms wrap around me, pulling me against his chest as we lay tangled in sweat-soaked sheets. His breath is heavy and hot against my neck, each exhale a testament to the passion we've just shared.

"Fuck, Charlotte," he whispers, his voice laced with both awe and satisfaction. "That was...I can't even find the words."

"Neither can I," I admit, struggling to catch my breath. My heart pounds wildly in my chest, still reeling from the depths of desire we've explored together. As Marcus' fingers trace lazy circles on my skin, the sensation sends shivers down my spine, reminding me that my body remains hungry for his touch.

"Is this really what you want?" he asks, a hint of vulnerability seeping into his tone. The question hangs heavy in the air, threatening to shatter the fragile peace that surrounds us.

"Marcus," I breathe, turning my head to meet his smoldering gaze. "It scares me, but yes, it's what I want. It's what I need."

"Good," he murmurs, leaning down to press a possessive kiss against my lips. "Because I'm not letting you go, Charlotte. Not ever."

"Promise?" I ask, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart.

"Cross my fucking heart," he swears, tightening his embrace around me as if to prove his point. His words are like a balm to my soul, easing the fear that had been gnawing at the edges of my mind.

"Then let's sleep," I whisper, snuggling closer to his warmth, seeking comfort in the knowledge that he's here, that he's mine. For better or worse, our obsessions have bound us together, and there's no turning back now.

"Sleep," he agrees, his eyes sliding shut as his body gradually relaxes. I feel the rhythm of his breath slowly becoming steady, signaling that he's drifting off to sleep.

As I surrender to the pull of slumber, my thoughts drift to the uncharted territory that lies ahead. We've crossed a line tonight, and there's no going back. Our desires, so dark and all-consuming, will forever bind us together, for better or worse. And yet, as I listen to Marcus' steady heartbeat beneath my ear, I can't help but feel a strange sense of peace.

"Goodnight, Marcus," I whisper into the darkness, finally allowing myself to succumb to the sweet oblivion of sleep, knowing that my love and obsession for this man will be both my salvation and my undoing.

EPILOGUE

Three Years Later

Charlotte

The office is dimly lit,the air heavy with passion and longing. I sit at my desk, stealing glances at Marcus as he pores over legal documents, his brow furrowed in concentration.

His eyes flick up, meeting my gaze, and a slow smile spreads across his lips. "Come here, Charlotte."

His voice is low and rough, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine. I rise and cross the room, perching on the edge of his desk. His hands grasp my waist, pulling me onto his lap.

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