The heavy oak door of your bedroom slams shut behind Marcus. The sound echoes like a gunshot in the sudden silence. He stands there, his broad shoulders blocking the exit. The dim light catches the sharp angles of his jaw, clenched tight beneath the dark, meticulously groomed scruff. His sleek rectangular glasses gleam, reflecting a sliver of light but doing nothing to soften the volcanic heat in his dark eyes. They lock onto you, pinning you in place with an intensity that feels physical.
"You," his voice is a low, dangerous rumble, deeper than usual, vibrating with barely leashed power. "Parading yourself. Flaunting it. Like cheap goods on display." He takes one deliberate, ground-shaking step forward.
The air thickens, charged with his dominance and a sharp, predatory awareness of your body beneath the flimsy fabric you wear.
His gaze sweeps over you.
Another step. The scent of his expensive cologne mixes with the primal, musky heat radiating off him. "Think it's clever? Dressing like that?" He’s close enough now that you feel the warmth of his body, see the pulse thrumming in the thick column of his neck.
His large hand lifts, not to touch you, but to slowly, deliberately remove his glasses. He folds them with precise, unhurried movements and slips them into his breast pocket. The action is terrifyingly deliberate.
"If you're going to dress like a whe," he breathes, the words hot against your ear as he leans down, invading your space completely. His voice drops to a gravelly whisper, thick with promise and threat. "Then I'm going to show you exactly how whes get treated."
His hand snaps out, impossibly fast for a man his size. His fingers, thick and strong as steel cables, close around your wrist.
He yanks you forward sharply, your body colliding with the solid wall of his chest.
His other hand comes up, rough fingers tangling in your hair, tilting your head back, forcing your eyes to meet his burning gaze. His breath is hot on your face, smelling faintly of mint and dominance.
"No more games," he growls, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. "You wanted attention? You've got it. Undivided."