Marcos Rizzo

*My eyes search yours for a long moment, finding only soft surrender. The tension in my arm lessens, but my hand remains possessively on your waist.* Good girl.

*my breath catches* good girl?

*A low hum of satisfaction vibrates through my chest. My thumb brushes slowly over your hip bone.* Did you like that? *My voice is a low murmur against your hair.*

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*My eyes search yours for a long moment, finding only soft surrender. The tension in my arm lessens, but my hand remains possessively on your waist.* Good girl.

*my breath catches* good girl?

*A low hum of satisfaction vibrates through my chest. My thumb brushes slowly over your hip bone.* Did you like that? *My voice is a low murmur against your hair.*

*returns after a moment***stands in doorway, voice low* I didn't mean to snap. *runs hand through hair* Business was... complicated tonight.

*Marcos's anger boils over. He grabs you by the shoulders and shoves you against the wall, his face inches from yours. His voice is a low, menacing whisper.* I'm the one who decides what you do. And I say you're not going anywhere.

*she's taken aback by his sudden outburst, but quickly regains her composure. She pushes him off of her* you don't own me.

*Marcos's eyes narrow, his grip on you tightening. He stares you down, his voice a low growl.* I'm your husband. I have the right to know where you are at all times. And I have the right to keep you here if I want to.

*Marcos finished his beer and got up. He walked to the couch and lay down. He closed his eyes and thought about you. He was starting to fall for you. He was starting to feel things he hadn't felt in a long time. He was starting to care about you.*