All Chapters of Seductive Vibrations Book Three Secrets Of Marcus: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Walking upstairs, I go into the playroom. Rebecca kneels, waiting for me. Is she going to submit today, or will she wait and start being a brat? Walking around, I collect my weapons of destruction that I know she loves so much. Standing, I look at her, and I wonder why I can’t keep both. Why can’t I have her and Maria, and I know I can’t? I have to give one up, as clearly, Maria is not happy sharing. Yet, she also isn’t happy for me to give up everything I love.Walking over to her, my hand slowly sliding from one shoulder along to the other, soft and delicate, as my hands stroke down her arms, grasping her wrists and pulling her up to stand, I slowly begin wrapping the rope around her wrists. Watching as she stays still, truly submitting herself for a change, no fighting back, no being a brat, no fighting and laughing at me wanting more.It feels strange, but I still love it. She stands still, her breathing relaxed, the blindfold in place already so she can’t see me, guiding her acr

Getting in, there is a bloke sitting waiting. He is big, not as big as Jackson or me, but big. He stands up, his hand going to his head, saluting me.“Boss, I am Maxwell.”Nodding to him, I realise he is Maxwell and clearly had seen images to know I am the team commander. “Welcome, Maxwell. Please relax and sit. This is Jackson, Troy, Alexander and Joel. We will debrief at the base, then go to the port.” He nods, sitting down, the guys welcoming him. I don’t think I will like this one.Something tells me he isn’t going to make this mission easier. Maybe it is the name? All I have in my mind is Max and those images of Alena. Sure this guy isn’t him, but he has the same name. Well did, as Max had his name changed. No, Max was Max, this guy is Maxwell. I need to try to forget that. Getting to the base, we have an hour spare. Sitting we talk, explaining a bit about us, so Maxwell knows who we are. He sits listening, nodding and not commenting much."So, Maxwell, is that your preferred nam

Walking in, it is late. She is sitting on the sofa with a glass of wine. I don’t even know if I should go over and hug her anymore. Sitting down next to her, I look at the tv, waiting for her to talk, yet she stays quiet. All I want to do is wrap my arms around her, pull her to me and kiss her, but it feels wrong, the fact that she is so distant.“So, didn’t go to plan?” She nods at my face. Seeing the marks, I forgot about them and I'm shocked she doesn’t seem concerned. “No, the new guy got into a fight with locals, ran and hid in the truck, leaving us to fight his battles.” She nods, turning her head back to the TV. I feel like I have already lost her. Wrapping my arm around her, I pull her to me. I don’t know what to do to show her how much I still love her.Sitting, I think of ideas, anything that will cause her to react, to say something or to think about fighting for this relationship.“Let’s renew our vows.” I look at her waiting, watching her face, seeing her reaction. She i

“What the hell? Maxwell just hit Jackson.” Hearing Alexander's voice, my head turns back to them, Jackson holding his hands up, trying to stop him. Maxwell hits him again as we begin to rush over. Jackson clearly not getting involved and refusing to fight. I watch as Maxwell throws something through a window, and people run out of the building.Maxwell runs off. My body jumps up as I hear the guns firing. I can see Jackson hiding behind barrels. He can’t stay there. I need to get him. Going to run to him, Troy holds me back. I need to get to him and make sure he is okay. “Get the fuck off me, Troy.” My hands pull against his grip, Joel now holding me back as well.“No, boss, you can’t run through those bullets.” My arms fight against them. Despair builds in me as I watch everything. The barrels explode, my heart stops, and I feel sick. He won’t have survived that.Pushing Troy away from me, I run towards where Jackson was, looking around the floor for any signs of him, yet there is n

Opening the door to our house, I walk in, hearing her move and walk to the top of the stairs, her eyes looking at me, and she knows. She runs to me. Her arms cradle me as I fight back the tears. I can’t be sad. I can’t show this weakness. Yet in Maria’s arms, I know I can, the tears begin to spill over, as I fall to the floor and realise he is gone, and no amount of searching can bring him back.I don’t know how long I have sat here, Maria's arms holding me. It seems like minutes, yet the sun has now risen, my cries stopping, as I look up at her, her face full of sympathy.“I’m sorry, Marcus, I’m sorry. Troy called me and explained.” She looks at me, clearly stuck for words. We all are. None of us can find words to make this any better or seem real.“I need to spend a lot of time at his place, helping Alena and the family. I will keep coming home, though.” I look at her, and she nods, understanding why I must do this. Sitting, I explain again, what happened, her eyes showing pain at t