NEFARIOUS; AN UNLAWFUL DEVOTION

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◽SQUARE ONE◽

◽THIRD PERSON'S POV◽

“You can't just come to school to pick me up in the middle of my lecture!” she exclaimed, folding her arms. It portrayed her irritation, making her all the more captivating. Marco, however, was oblivious, his eyes shamelessly fixed on her chest.

“Mr. Man,” she snapped her fingers, trying to regain his attention. “How do you expect people to approach me,” She groaned, her voice tinged with frustration. She felt like she was never going to have friends at that point, his reputation preceded him “Did you see how many people noticed us?”

For God sake he was one of the youngest, most successful bachelor in California, people knew him

He shrugged, indifferent. “This might be normal to you, but it isn't normal for me.”

He still wasn’t paying much attention to her, hardly listening to what she was saying. “Can I kiss you?” he asked nonchalantly.

“No the fuck, you can't. I'm going back to class right now,” she insisted, firm in her resolve.

He clicked his tongue, feigning disappointment. “I told you to stop swearing; you have a kid, you know?”

She rolled her eyes, defiant. “But the kid isn’t here!” she retorted.

“Yeah, but you still have a kid. You have to watch your language,” he replied, crossing his arms as he faced away from her.

“Start the car,” he ordered, his tone shifting to one of authority.

“No, Marco, no. I want to be in school! Our exam is in a month, and I haven't had any time to myself!” she protested.

He’d been ignoring her in the past, brought home girls. He payed her attention once and he suddenly felt like the world revolved around him

“What do you want from me?” she blurted, amazed at the sudden display of affection he was showing. She didn’t want to question it; she was already attracted to him, and the idea of being with him felt like the release she desperately needed. But he was becoming possessive.

“You remember bringing girls to the house right? I kiss a guy once, and you blow up. Then we did what we did and then you started acting all possessive. It is not like we are dating, I don't like it!” she didn't know what she was going to derive from digging that up

She still felt like she needed to talk about it, he had ignored her for the majority of time they had lived together, having him so focused on her felt unbearable. And she didn't know where they stood and that annoyed her, the more she thought about it, maybe she was just another one of the girls he needed to satisfy his sexual need

That thought aggravated her more than she could admit.

Marco watched her, surprised by her boldness. He knew she was daring, but he didn’t expect her to confront him so directly. “Dating is not on my to-do list, Marian. I’m not a kid. But you’re mine, and I do whatever I like with you. You could have told me you didn’t like it,” he said, his voice low. “To be honest, I don’t fuck them. I can’t even get hard anymore if it isn’t you.”

She was speechless, struggling to process the weight of his confession.

“Can you hear yourself?” she challenged, her heart racing. “I want to bring guys over too, and don’t worry, I won’t do anything with them. I can’t even get wet if it isn’t you.”

His expression darkened, and he moved dangerously close, his finger pressing under her chin to force her gaze up to meet his. “Try it and see,” he smirked. “Anyone that touches you dies.”