We Met Once Again

Episode Nine: A Mark

Margaux POV

“I’m back.” He said. Marcus said.

I pushed my brain to remember things. All I can remember is me fainting when I screamed at the cliff side. I also remember about the rejection which brought me to sob. Marcus’ thumb wiped the tear that fell.

“Don’t cry. He’s not worth it.” He said, comforting me.

He pulled me into a hug and I almost hugged him back but then I remembered he left me and said that my mate will love me, this bastard. I pushed him away from me and scowl at him. I put both of my arms on my chest. Like a defense mechanism. He rose his eyebrow at me and I rose my chin at him, taking my stance.

“I still remember what you said the night that you left.” I said. He looked shocked.

“You heard?” He asked me.

“Yes, I did. Crystal clear.” I said.

“About that---” I did not let him finished.

“What you said is bullshit.” He seemed hurt. Why would he be hurt?

“It’s not---” He said.

I interrupted him again, raising a finger so he would not continue talking.

“Let me finish then you’ll explain.” I said then he nodded. “First of all, what you said is bullshit. Second, why and how am I here?” I rose my hand in a stop sign. “You said that my mate will love me and he’s waiting.” I said and he seemed to be relieved about what I said but I did not pry. “Well, I saw him a while ago and he’s very much not waiting for me and obviously he doesn’t love me.” I said willing myself not to cry. I looked away at him. I don’t want him to see me in such a mess. “Now,” I cleared my throat. “How did I--- how?” I asked him, stuttering.

He took a deep breath and said. “Your father called me to ask for help. It turns out that you just ran away. You don’t even know this place yet you’re so brave to run. Aren’t you a very naughty girl?” He said it with all the seriousness in his voice. I shivered. Those last two words did something to me.

“Naughty girl? WHAT? I’m not a girl. I’m already twenty years old.” I refuted.

I stood up and backing away from the bed. I’m pissed at him can’t he see that I’m not a girl anymore? I flushed and I fan my face with my hands. He really is frustrating.

“Yes. You. Are. A. Naughty. Naughty. Girl.” He emphasized each word while standing and walking slowly towards me. I step back. He’s still moving forward and before I hit the wall he put his right hand between my head and the wall. His left hand is flat against the wall beside my face.

He leaned his head and I can feel his breath on my face and I looked at the sides and cleared my throat. I tried my best to sound firm but my attempt is futile. “Why--- How long have I been asleep?” I flushed again.

“Just a couple of hours.” He said it so casually that you think that our position is very normal.

“Would you please move?” I managed to say.

I turned my head to look at him but he moved forward and his lips touched mine. I felt my heart skipped a beat. He moved his lips sucking mine. He licked my bottom lip asking for access and I opened my mouth for his tongue to invade. I moaned at his mouth. I’ve been dreaming of kissing him and I never thought that there will be a time where I actually can. I pulled away to take a breath and he shifted his attention from my lips to my jaw nipping at it then down to my neck. I moaned at the sensation.

“Marcus~” I moaned his name.

He put his lips back to mine. We fought for dominance and he won. The taste of his lips is very intoxicating. I want more. I grabbed his left hand and placed it to my right breast. He fondled my breast and I moaned. Marcus pulled away, raising his hand and he caressed my left cheeks.

“You’re gorgeous. Margaux, I wanted you since the day you’ve been born.” He said.

He went back on kissing me and he did not let me say anything after his confession. He said he wanted me since the day I was born. The day I was born?

“Antoinette, did you hear that?” I asked her.

“Yes, I did. Now, go back to business.” She replied.

I focused on kissing Marcus back. I wrapped my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs on his waist. He led us to the bed and I lay down on my back, ready to be dominated by him.

“Mine.” I heard Marcus growled before I felt his fangs breaking into my skin.

I moaned at the sensation and I gave in to the pleasure that he gave me. I submitted myself to Marcus, the man that I loved the most.