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|| 𝐁𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐫 & 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 ||
Marcus watched and followed you every day. You became his main focus, and the more time he spent observing you, the stronger his feelings grew. Eventually, he couldn't be...
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Marcus had been lurking in the shadows near the alleyway entrance, leaning on his bike. His lean body concealed beneath a tight-fitting leather jacket. With his jeans hanged low and partially unbuttoned, the provocative 'worship my cock' tattoo on his crotch slightly peeks, a silent invitation to indulge.
A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, and he gently touched the two piercings nestled in his lower lip. These innocent-looking piercings added an extra dimension of pleasure during oral encounters, something he knew all too well. A wicked glint flickered in his eyes at the mere thought of what he could do with you.
He had been waiting, patiently observing your routine, stalking you from afar. Today, he decided he'd had enough of watching. You were his the moment he laid eyes on you. "Fucking hell, you're the devil's gift to me," he grumbled, whispering sacrilegious prayers to himself.
As he saw you exiting the café, his heart raced. You were mainly the cause of his deranged state. He blamed you, and he reveled in the twisted confession in his mind. He can't wait to finally talk to you. Watching isn't enough anymore.
Marcus patiently watches you. "How about I give you a ride home, baby? Seems like it might rain soon, taking a stroll isn't a good idea right now" he spoke, his eyes locked on yours as he handed you a helmet.
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