Warning: 18+
‘‘Felicia...’’ he whimpered as he entered me from behind.
I bit the inside of my lower lip to keep a muffled scream from coming out, which was very close to happening.
Marcus positioned his hands on my hips and began to find his rhythm in a way that was deliberate but profound.
I arched slightly to allow Marcus to knead my breasts after his hands crept underneath me and into the space between them. While he was rolling my nipples between his fingers, I was having a terrible time stifling the groans that were coming out of my mouth.
‘‘It’s okay, baby…’’ he whispered into my ear. ‘‘Just moan for my name…’’
I rested my cheek against the pillow, my eyelids immediately closed tightly, and every time Marcus thrust into me, I was pushed forward, but his pace was slow, and he always pulled out completely before entering me again, making sure that I took every inch of him.
‘‘Felicia…’’ his voice was shaking as he whispered my name, his hand moved to rub my clit, and I felt like my body was about to explode. My thoughts were all over the place, and I'm at a loss for anything else to say.
‘‘Don’t---’’ my words were cut short due to the extreme pleasure he was giving me.
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Felicia is a sixteen years old high school student and was about to confess her love to her crush on the first day of the new term, however, she was stopped by Marcus, the bully king in her class and she accidentally fell down the stairs. When she woke up, she found her traveled into the world ten years later. To her surprise, the bully king in her school became her husband, but what made her shocked even more was that they had a three year old son!

Bully King Became My Husband

When Marcus gave me another spoonful of the lasagne from his plate, I felt sick to my stomach and had the urge to throw up. ‘‘This is your favorite…’’ he smiled as he asked me to open my mouth once again.


‘‘Marcus, I can't eat any more!’’ I said, pushing his hand away, but he still pushed the spoon inside my mouth, and I had to resist the urge to punch his handsome face.


The fact that he expected me to always act in accordance with what he stated was really irritating to me.


‘‘I said… I don't want it!’’ As I stood up from my seat, I gave his hand a solid smack.


‘‘You haven’t even taken half of it…’’ he said, his voice was so low that it sounded as if he was sulking at me.


My earlier feelings of guilt surfaced once more, and in response… I averted my gaze to avoid making eye contact with him.


I was standing there watching him while he finished his food, and he let out an irritated sigh before continuing to eat.


Chapter 20 ACCEPT