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Bully King Became My Husband

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. ***** 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!

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56 Chs

Chapter 24 SLEEP

FELICIA's P O V

After an awkward dinner with Marcus and Kenny, I offered to do the dishes, and Marcus simply nodded his head in response before he turned around, and brought Kenny back to the room.

While I was wiping the plates, I couldn’t help but think that by this point, Marcus had already discovered that some of my things were no longer in his bedroom, which made my heart race when I thought about his reaction.

He would get mad at me for sure, but I didn’t care. This is my life, and he shouldn’t stop me from what I wanted to do.

I had just finished wiping down all of the utensils when I decided to head upstairs, feeling my knees shaking in nervousness as I ascended the steps. I peered inside Marcus' bedroom when I noticed that the door was cracked open just a little bit, and I frowned when I didn't see them in there.

Where did they go?