Intoxicated || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 70

Leila's POV

The car ride home was thick with tension, every second charged with unspoken words and a heat that pulsed between us. My hand slid up Marshall's thigh, fingers brushing against the hard bulge straining in his jeans. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, the veins in his forearms standing out as he fought to keep himself in check.

"Leila," he growled, his voice low and dangerous, but the hunger in his tone was undeniable. "You're pushing me."

I leaned in closer, my breath brushing his ear. "Maybe that's what I want."

As soon as the car screeched to a stop in the driveway, Marshall was out, yanking me from the car before I could even catch my breath. His hand wrapped around my wrist, pulling me toward the house with an urgency that made my heart race. The air around us was electric, heavy with the tension we hadn't yet unleashed.

The door slammed behind us, and the second we were inside, he pinned me to the wall, his chest pressing hard against mine. The cool surface behind me contrasted with the heat radiating off him, making my body hum with anticipation.

His lips crashed into mine in a kiss so bruising, so demanding, that it knocked the breath out of me. I could taste the frustration on him, feel it in the rough way his hands gripped my hips—possessive and unforgiving. His voice, thick with desire, vibrated against my mouth, "You think you can tease me all night and just walk away? You think I won't remind you who you fucking belong to?"

I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more of him, even as his anger vibrated through every touch. His kiss was ferocious, all-consuming, like he wanted to devour me, to remind me that no matter how far I pushed him, he'd always come back harder.

His hands were rough as they tore the dress from my body, leaving me in just the lace lingerie I had chosen for him. His eyes darkened as they roamed over me, and I could feel his desire surge, his breath coming faster. "You knew exactly what you were doing, didn't you?" he growled, his voice thick with lust.

Before I could answer, his hand shot to my throat, squeezing just enough to make my breath catch. The heat between us spiked, my pulse racing beneath his grip. His lips hovered near my ear, the roughness in his voice sending a shiver down my spine. "You're mine, Leila. Soul, mind, heart, and body. Every fucking part of you belongs to me."

A moan escaped my lips, my body trembling as desire collided with the raw, primal need in his words. The way he took control sent fire through my veins, but there was also a flicker of resistance deep inside me—a tiny part of me that still wanted to fight back, to hold onto some control. But it was fleeting. "Then show me," I whispered, my voice laced with the desire to be consumed.

In a swift, powerful move, Marshall lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the bedroom. The air around us crackled with tension, and as he kicked the door open, I felt the power in every step he took. My heart raced as he threw me onto the bed, his eyes locking with mine as he towered over me, his chest rising and falling with barely contained restraint.

He was on me in seconds, pinning me down with his weight. His hands grabbed my wrists, pushing them above my head, locking them in place as his lips found mine again, kissing me with a fierceness that left me gasping. His tongue claimed every inch of my mouth, tasting me, dominating me, and I felt the last bit of control slip away.

He tore his lips from mine, his breath hot and uneven against my skin. His eyes were dark, blazing with a mix of lust and frustration, the intensity making my heart race. "You really think you're going to walk away from this?" he growled, his voice low and menacing. "No, Leila... I'm going to remind you exactly who's in control. You're mine—and tonight, you're not going anywhere until I make damn sure you remember that."

His free hand moved down my body, fingers hooking into the lace panties I wore, ripping them aside like they were nothing. I gasped at the sudden exposure, my body burning under his gaze. His eyes locked onto mine as his hand slid between my legs, fingers teasing the slick wetness that betrayed my need for him.

"You love this, don't you?" he growled, his breath hot against my lips. "You love it when I take control, when I make you mine."

I whimpered, my hips arching toward him, desperate for more. "Yes," I gasped, barely able to form words. "I love it."

"Say it," he demanded, his voice dark with authority.

"I'm yours," I breathed, my voice shaky with need. "I belong to you."

A dangerous smile spread across his face, and without warning, he slammed into me, his cock filling me in one hard, deep thrust. The shock of it tore a cry from my throat, my back arching off the bed as the pleasure crashed into me.

"Fuck, Leila," he groaned, his voice raw as he thrust into me again, his cock pounding relentlessly. "You feel so fucking good."

I moaned, my body trembling beneath him as he set a brutal pace, his hips slamming into mine with punishing force, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. His hand moved from my wrists to my throat, squeezing just enough to leave me breathless, controlling every gasp, every moan that escaped my lips.

"Look at me," he growled, his voice full of dark possession. "I want you to look me in the eye when you come."

My breath came in ragged bursts, my body on fire as the pleasure built, but I kept my eyes on his, unable to look away. His grip around my throat tightened, the pressure heightening every sensation, making everything sharper, more intense, as if I was drowning in him.

"You don't get to come until I say," he rasped, his thrusts becoming harder, rougher, his voice thick with command. "You'll come when I tell you to, and not a second before."

I whimpered, the pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable, but I held on, waiting for him to give me permission. His cock slammed into me over and over, each thrust sending me closer to the edge, every inch of my body consumed by him.

"Now," he growled, his voice dark and commanding. "Come for me, Leila. Now."

The moment the words left his mouth, my body exploded. I felt muself clenched tight around his cock, my orgasm ripping through me like a wave of deep dark desire. I screamed his name, my entire body trembling beneath him as the release overwhelmed me, all-consuming and electric.

Marshall groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chased his own release. He slammed into me one last time, his cock throbbing as he came, spilling into me with a deep groan. For a moment, everything went still, the room heavy with the sound of our ragged breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

He collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms, his chest heaving as he pressed a soft kiss to my temple, his fingers still wrapped possessively around my throat.

"You're mine, Leila," he whispered, his voice rough and full of satisfaction. "Don't ever forget that."

"I'm yours, Superman," I smiled, my body still trembling from the aftershocks. "Soul, mind, heart, and body."