Marquise

“Don’t touch her Frank!” I shout, opening my own door.

“Sir?” The look of shock and confusion I can understand since he has never heard me raise my voice above an office octave.

“I got it.” I hold my hand out for her, motioning for her to slide across the seat and come out on my side.

“Thank you,” she says, smiling.

“Always Goddess.” We walk arm and arm into the building. I stop at the security desk to get her a badge and put her name on the VIP list, which also includes my parents. The elevator as usual is full. Everyone is shoulder to shoulder in the tiny room only all of our employees, consultants, and potential clients go up and down. Chrissy grabs my hand and I turn to look at her. Though she is not looking at me, I can see her nervousness. Leaning into her ear I whisper, “I got you, baby,” before kissing the side of her head. She turns to me with eyes that are filled with love and gratefulness.

“I know.” I want to respond when the elevator to my floor opens up.

“You ready baby?”

“As ready as I will ever be.” We step off the elevator and are immediately greeted by my brothers. Fucking Devon. The head of our security must have called upstairs and told them. He is as bad as Ingrid.

“Gentlemen,” I say, pulling Chrissy closer to me.

“So, who do we have here Marq? Are you going to introduce us?”

“Of course. Duke, Princeton, this lovely woman is Chrissy. Chrissy, these are two of the most impatient siblings of my brothers. And of course, you have already met Baron. He was there the night I found you.” They each hold out their hands for her to shake.

“It’s nice to meet you all.” She smiles at them warmly.

“So, you are the one who is keeping him at home?” Duke jokes.

“Well… it’s more like the other way around.” She chuckles.

“I bet. I hear you are going to be working with us now.”

“Yeah. I am not sure it is a good idea, but your brother can be pretty persuasive,” she says winking at me.

“Don’t we know it. You should come by my office someday soon and I can tell you about all the things he talked us into when we were in foster care. He was the troublemaker, but somehow managed to always come out clean.” She laughs, genuinely laughs at Princeton’s comment. I can’t help but look at her as if she is a different person right now.

“Okay, tell me what a pretty little thing like you is doing with him?” He nudges me, but I can’t find the ability to smile at him. Instead, I am trying to stop clenching my teeth as she responds to him.

Looking over at her as she converses with them, I notice her eyes lighting up and her body language is relaxed and open. Don’t get me wrong because she does smile at me and is open with me. Albeit with her legs, arms, and... if I’m honest, her heart. But there is something different about the way she is connecting with my brothers, that sets everything inside of me on fire. I can feel the rage building, in fact starting to burn. Suddenly, I understand how my birth father felt every time someone else touched my mom, even though it was usually at his behest.

“Chrissy, we need to go into the office and get you acquainted with your surroundings. Fellas,” I remark as I pull her towards my office. Grabbing her arm and practically dragging her through the halls, while ignoring all comments and hellos.

“Marquise?” she asks, trying to keep up with my movements. I don’t respond until we are behind the door of my office and it is closed and locked. “Marquise what’s…”

“Bend over the fucking desk Chrissy and lift your skirt,” I command, no longer able to control the jealousy coursing through me.

“What?” she breathes out, even as she is following orders.

Not bothering with pulling my pants down, I unzip them, push her further into the desk, and plunge my cock into her pussy only pausing to let the feeling of being inside her once again take a hold of me. Needing to Reassure myself that she belongs to me and only me. She moans as her cunt squeezes my dick, while she fights to accommodate the intrusion. You would think that as much as I have had her, she would be used to it, but she still battles to create space. Grabbing her hair, I take the pins out and yank her head back to use it as an anchor to decimate her slippery hot pussy. My mind is vacant and not able to think of anything, but the need to possess her. Own her. Over and over I ram in and out of her, her voice keening and mewling as she eggs me on.