Be Mine.

The room

“Hello my Angel” said a voice that sent a cold chill down Rose’s whole body.

She was completely surrounded by darkness, “who said that” Rose thought as her body started to shake.

Marcus watched her with a smirk on his face as she froze at the sound of his voice.

“Hello.. I don’t know who you are, but let me go and I won’t tell”

Rose wanted to sound intimidating, but all she could manage was a small whisper.

“Don’t be scared of me. I’m coming in and turning on the lights” Marcus said in a small timid voice.

Rose braced herself, thinking of the monster behind the door. Probably a wanna be Hannibal, or worse

Rose let out a sigh and stood up to try and make a run for it. Bracing herself she stopped when her eyes landed on him.

“You’re the man from the elevator.” Rose gasped and nearly fainted.

“Yes, and you’re in my home” Marcus cursed himself- “couldn’t I have said annny-thing better than that?”

Rose’s anger seemed to boil at the top, but her eyes never left his. Chills ran down her spin has he made steady strides to her.

“I’m not here to hurt you, you’re my everything and i wouldn’t set the world on fire, I would commit 1,000 sins in your name if not to show you’re the only god I serve” Marcus said as he stepped toe to toe with rose. Her nose barley lining up with his chest, he couldn’t bare to look into her eyes, for fear her eyes would hold hate against him.

*humph” rose tried to punch him in the stomach

“s**t” rose shook the pain in her hand, “what is he- made of steel?”

“Let me go” rose yelled from the top of her lungs, screaming and crying

“I won’t call the police, just please let me go, I have some money and and..” her voice trailed off as she met the eyes of her capture.

His hand held the small of her back pressing himself into her. He never broke eye contact- pushing her back further against the wall. Rose’s core melting, rose though to her self as she pressed her legs together. “What is happening, i .. this is no time to be having Stockholm syndrome, you i***t”

Maswalla growls trying to maintain control of himself “I can smell, her..”

“Baby girl” Marcus leans down to the small of her neck where Maswalla marked her. Now that they’re connected he can sense every part of her being- he can feel his d**k pulsate the more he inhaled her fragrance.

“Please.. just let me go home, i- i.. uhh” rose let’s a small moan out as Marcus lips graze her neck, she can feel the warmth of his breathe, she can smell his minty breathe and ..”what is that wood and sea breeze. No pine .. no.. lemon grass”

“Wait..? Who said that?” Rose’s thought she heard a different voice just now- she.. it was as speaking for her.