Intoxicated || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 73

Marshall's POV

The drive back was thick with silence, but the tension between us buzzed like electricity. Leila sat beside me in her red dress, her legs crossed, her foot tapping restlessly. She'd been pushing me all night—provoking me with every look, every move. Her eyes had that fire, the kind that dared me to lose control. She wanted Slim Shady, and she was going to get him.

I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, knuckles white as the anger simmered beneath the surface. She knew exactly what she was doing, lighting the fuse and daring me to explode. Every glance, every smirk, every slow, calculated shift in her seat had been designed to push me. She thrived on it, that dangerous edge, the thrill of playing with the side of me I tried to keep buried.

"You got something to say, or are we just gonna pretend you're not about to lose your shit?" she taunted, her voice dripping with arrogance. Her words were laced with that cocky tone that always drove me insane—the one that let me know she was in control, or at least, she thought she was.

I clenched my jaw, saying nothing, the mix of anger and desire building in my chest like a fucking storm. The moment we pulled into the driveway, I was out, slamming the door so hard the car shook. I could hear her following behind me slowly, taking her time, with that goddamn smirk plastered across her face. She knew exactly what she'd done. She knew she'd set me off.

I didn't wait for her to catch up. As soon as she stepped inside, I grabbed her by the wrist, yanking her hard against the wall. My body pressed into hers, lips hovering dangerously close to her ear. The darkness that had been building inside me all night exploded, the switch flipping, just like she wanted.

"You think this is a fucking game?" I growled, my voice low, dangerous. "You wanted Slim Shady? You think you can handle him?"

Her eyes locked with mine, dark and challenging. "Maybe that's exactly what I want."

Her breath was hot against my skin, the words rolling off her tongue like a dare. And just like that, I snapped. Without hesitation, I ripped her dress off, leaving her standing there naked, pinned against the wall. I grabbed her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp as I shoved my knee between her legs, spreading them wide. My pulse raced, the heat between us boiling over.

"You fucking groupie slut," I spat, my voice thick with disgust and lust. "This is what you want, right?"

Her breath hitched, but she didn't back down. She never did. "Yes," she whispered, her voice shaking but steady, daring me to go further.

I grabbed her hair, yanking her head back, forcing her to meet my eyes as I pressed my body into hers, every inch of me vibrating with anger and lust. "You want Slim Shady to fuck you like you're nothing? You wanna be treated like a filthy fucking groupie slut?"

"Yes, Marshall... fuck, yes," she whimpered, her words trembling with need.

That was all I needed. I ripped my jeans down, i was already rock-hard, ready to claim her. I didn't give her a chance to prepare—I slammed into her, hard and fast, fucking her against the wall like she was just another piece of ass, another conquest.

"You like this, don't you?" I growled into her neck, my voice thick with lust. "You like being treated like the dirty slut you are."

She moaned, her body trembling under the force of my thrusts, but I didn't let up. My hand tightened around her throat as I fucked her, rough and unforgiving, giving her exactly what she wanted. Her nails raked down my back, and the sharp sting only fueled me, only pushed me to go harder.

"Tell me what you are," I demanded, my grip tightening as I pushed deeper into her. "Say it, you fucking slut."

"I'm your slut," she gasped, her voice barely audible, trembling with each breath. "I'm your fucking groupie slut."

"That's right," I snarled, slamming into her harder, rougher, faster. "You're nothing but a piece of meat for me to use."

Her nails clawed at me, desperate, digging into my skin, but I barely felt it. I was too far gone, lost in the raw lust and anger that had been building all night. My hand moved to her hair again, yanking it hard as I pounded into her, each thrust rougher than the last.

"You don't get to come until I fucking say," I growled, my voice dark and dripping with venom. "You hear me, bitch?"

Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling beneath me, but I didn't stop. I slammed into her again and again, relentless, unforgiving, my hand gripping her throat as her body shook with each brutal thrust.

"You wanted me to fuck you like a worthless slut, right?" I spat, my words cruel. "You got it, bitch."

Her body shook, her moans turning into desperate, breathless gasps, but I wasn't slowing down. I was too far gone. I slammed into her one last time, my own release tearing through me like a freight train. My body shuddered, my grip loosening as I came hard inside her, groaning low into her ear.

I pulled out of her without a word, leaving her trembling against the wall. Her body was shaking, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts. But before she could catch her breath, before she could say anything, I grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to the door.

"Marshall, wait—" she started, her voice breathless and desperate, but I wasn't hearing it.

Without hesitation, I shoved her naked ass out the door, the cold air hitting her skin like a slap. She stumbled, trying to regain her balance, her eyes wide with shock. Her fists pounded on the door as I slammed it shut, locking her out without a second thought and pulling up my jeans.

"You wanted Slim Shady, bitch?" I muttered under my breath, my chest still heaving. "Now you fucking got him."

For a brief moment, there was nothing but silence. I could still feel the raw energy vibrating through me, the aftershock of everything that had just happened. My body was still humming with adrenaline, still riding that dangerous edge.

But then—

CRASH.

Glass exploded across the floor, shards scattering like deadly confetti. A rock tumbled through the broken window, rolling to a stop near my feet. Leila's scream pierced the night, sharp and panicked.

I spun around, my heart pounding, everything moving too fast. The fire between us was one thing, but this? This was something else. Chaos, unleashed.