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Marcus

“Marcus,” Yasmin protests as I curl my fingers around her arm and drag her into the car park. “Please.”

“Listen,” I hiss. “We’re fuckin’ done. Do you understand me?”

Her green eyes blink up at me as I let her go, shoving her back. She makes a squeaking sound. “I heard you got married.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you love her?”

“No.”

Fuck. What the hell did I just say that for? Way to make people believe it’s real. I inwardly kick myself for answering without thinking.

Her eyes go wide. “What?”

“Nothing. Get out of here, Yasmin. We’re done. We were done the last time I shoved my cock inside you.”

She steps forward, her hand pressing against my chest, her body pressing against my dick. Fuck. She was a good lay, can’t deny that, but she was also clingy and fuckin’ annoying.

“She doesn’t need to know about us.”

“I said,” I whisper, low. “Leave.”

“You will come back, Marcus.”

“I won’t.”

“You will.”

I curl my fingers around her arms and haul her up against me. She squeaks and her eyes drop to my lips. Fuck me.

“Get it through your fuckin’ head, I don’t fuckin’ want you.”

“Marcus...”

I shake her slightly. “Get out of here, I don’t need your shit and I don’t want it.”

“This isn’t over!” She cries.

“Fuck. Off.”

“Marcus!”

Jesus. What was I thinking with this one?

She’s the only woman I fucked more than once. Can’t say why, I don’t even know. She was good in bed and she was easy. Now she’s fuckin’ crazy.

“Mar-”

“Leave.”

My phone rings in my pocket and I raise my hand flicking my fingers. Minutes later two of my guards walk over. “Escort her out.”

“Marcus!” she yells.

I turn, giving her nothing more and answering my phone.

“Yeah?”

“Heard my woman paid you a visit.”

I grin. “Mack.”

“Sorry ’bout that, bro.”

“No problem.”

“Heard you’re havin’ issues with Lucas.”

I snort. “Lucas is a pain in my fuckin’ ass and is screwin’ up my business. You seen him?”

“Nah.”

“Fuck. Anyway, how’s things going with that little fucker Jaylah was goin’ out with?”

“Gone missin’.”

“Fuck.”

Mack laughs. “Yeah.”

“You need me, you tell me, yeah?”

“All over it, brother.”

“Come around, you and the guys. Anytime.”

“Hold you to that.”

I step into the office. “Later, Mack.”

“Later, bud.”

I hang up.

I’ve known Mack for around three years. Met him when he was on the road. He came into a bar, we got talking and shit went from there. He’s helped me with some of my jobs and a friendship grew. He’s an adopted brother to the Jokers’ Wrath MC president, Maddox. They’re good guys, and Mack helps me out when I need information or to track someone down.

As for Yasmin? Let’s hope that bitch doesn’t come back.

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KATIA

I stare at Marcus in the shower. Hot water is running down his ripped body. Yum. I lick my lips and let my eyes travel from his broad, bronzed shoulders, down his gorgeous muscled back, over his fine ass and to his thick, strong legs. My husband is hot. Fucking hot. Mega hot. Amazing.

“Can I help you, Katia?” he murmurs, not turning around.

“Aren’t I allowed to look at you?” I say, leaning against the doorframe.

“Depends,” he says, turning with no shame. Showing me the perfect front. Chiseled chest, washboard abs, a sexy V and that cock. I press my legs together.

“On what?” I breathe.

“If you’re there to just look, then leave.”

I open my mouth, but he cuts me off. “If you’re there not to just look, then come in here and make good use of that pretty mouth.”

Oh, boy.

I lift my shirt over my head as I rush towards him. The only time Marcus and I seem to be close is when we’re together like this. His hands, his mouth, his body—it makes me feel what we did was right. Maybe even real. I fell in love with Marcus after three months, but there are times when I wonder if he loves me, or if he’s just doing the best he can because he doesn’t know how to love.

I mean, he married me, right?

That has to count for something.

I drop my panties and step into the shower. Marcus reaches out and hooks an arm around my waist, hauling me against him. Our mouths collide and he presses my back against the shower wall. He lifts my hip over his and his hand roughly cups my breast. Seems like we’re skipping foreplay. I’m totally okay with that. I moan into Marcus’s mouth when he presses his cock to my entrance.

Marcus is either one or the other. He takes it slow, or he fucks quick and hard. Tonight it’s quick and hard.

Oh, yes.

He slides his cock into me, and I mean slides. Slow. Sexy. Perfect. I whimper his name and he tilts my hips, hand curled around my ass, the other in my hair, and he fucks me deep. My lips find his neck and I suck the water off the skin there. It runs over his body like a fountain, making him look that much better. His fingers bite into my ass as he thrusts and I want it, all of it, and more.

“Marcus,” I breathe.

“Fuck,” he growls.

This is the only word he says during sex. Not baby, or honey, or sweetheart. Just fuck.

“Oh God.”

My body jerks and I come, hard and fast. I scream out his name and he begins slamming harder. My cheeks flush with shame over how quickly I came, but I don’t get to think too much about it because Marcus groans, deep in his throat, and he comes. His body trembles when he comes, and it’s fucking beautiful.

When he’s done, he slides me down his body and we step apart. His eyes are dark, dangerous and lusty. Yum. “Have I been starving you?” he murmurs.

I swallow, shame rising in my body. “Ah, no.”

He studies me, his lips quirk, and then he finishes up and gets out. I step back under the water, watching him dry his gorgeous body. My heart pounds as I think about the fact that he never stays in the shower with me. He never washes me. He never runs his fingers over my skin. Nothing.

Maybe it’s me. Maybe it’s just Marcus.

Or maybe it’s more.

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