This is a Marcus Flint lemon from my story, "What? You're Joking, Right?" The story is about a very abuse Marcus to his arranged marriage wife, so this short lemon is a forced one.
This is chapter thirteen, and it's rather short, so I'm just posting the whole thing:
About twenty more minutes passed before I decided to get up, well, more like when I was able to. I heavily breathed out in pain as my left hand grabbed the footboard and my right hand pressed itself against my side. It hurt so bad I almost can't stand it; I guess that's where Marcus hit me the most. Slowly rising to my feet hurts even worse, my right side is on fire, or at least feels like it, it's like someone is continuously stabbing at my side with a dull spoon, but is determined to break through.
I wonder what it looks like. I thought to myself as I sluggishly limped my way to the bathroom in the master bedroom. Once I was there I leaned against the counter of the sink area but still had my right side facing the mirror. I then slowly pulled my shirt up a little to see if I had a wound and if it looks as horrid as if feels. Well, I do have a large and nasty wound, and it looks just as bad as it feels, plus a large diagonal scratch has found its way upon my left cheek. I couldn't stop myself; I just started to cry. I'm trying to hold it back, really, I am, but the best I can do is just tightly close my eyes only to feel the tears gather onto my eyelashes. Honestly, I don't like that feeling, so I gently wiped my eyes and opened them, just letting my tears flow down my cheeks like a small, steady stream.
A few minutes passed before I decided that Marcus is no longer in my vicinity, so I got up and as well as I can and walked over to the dresser where I put my wand. Once there I grabbed it and started walking around looking for a room that I'm sure I saw earlier: one with a gigantic stereo system, a computer, and every album ever published by all of the bands/singers I listen to. After quite a while of wandering the many corridors I finally found the room I've been looking for. Its walls are painted a light shade of orange and three out of its four walls have shelf after shelf after shelf stacked with CD's. I staggered over to the stereo system and pressed the open button to see if there is already a CD in there, there is, so I just gently took it out and set it aside. I grabbed my wand from my back pocket and mentally debated with myself if The Ministry would know if I used magic. I'm almost seventeen and Marcus is of age, so would they even be able to detect it? Well, I don't care.
"Accio album Martina!" I shouted, not even a minute passed before the album jumped off of the shelf and swiftly spun right into my left hand. I placed my wand down onto the small coffee table next to me and opened up the album cover, took out the CD and placed it into the CD holder. Once it was in I skipped to track four, This One's For The Girls. As it started I decided to go lay down on the dark orange couch about five yards away.
Hold onto, on to your innocence
Stand your ground when everyone's giving in,
"I wish I did," I mumbled to myself as the chorus began.
This one's for the girls
Who've ever had a broken heart
Who've wished upon a shooting star
You're beautiful the way you are
This one's for the girls
Who love without holding back
Who dream with everything they have
All around the world
This one's for the girls
Before I really got the chance to enjoy the song I heard Marcus walk in and say, "I had a CD in there."
I couldn't stop myself in time, "And I took it out."
"What did you say?" He demanded angrily.
"Na-nothing!" I shouted trying to play it off. Marcus then raced towards me, and I surprisingly sprung up and ran down the hall, but unsurprisingly and unpleasantly, he easily caught up with me. Marcus slammed me against the wall to my left and pinned me against it with my stomach touching the wall. He then tightly held my wrists in his large, cold hands and aggressively turned me around, once I was facing him he pinned my arms down right next to me.
"Don't lie to me, Abbey." Marcus said and menacingly stared right into my fear filled eyes with his dark, murderous ones. "Now tell me what you said when you were still on the couch."
I gulped down hard and said, "I, I said, 'and I took it out'."
Marcus glared at me and whispered, "Don't ever speak to me like that ever again, do you understand?"
I just nodded my head up and down.
"Say it."
"Say, say what?"
"Say that you understand! My gosh, how stupid are you?"
"I'm sorry!" I shouted back while choking back tears, "And I understand!"
"Oh don't cry, Abbey." Marcus told me very harshly. He probably doesn't really care if I cry or not, or for whatever reason. You know what? I should have casted a very complex spell so that at least one person at The Ministry would have noticed that an underage witch preformed it, then maybe someone would come here and save me from this horrid place.
"Don't think that." Marcus whispered into my right ear.
"What?" I asked trying to avoid eye contact.
"That this is a horrid place."
I gasped and stiffened up. "Can, can you read minds?" I felt Marcus' lips form into a smirk as he started to kiss the left side of my neck. I tried to squirm free, but Marcus just held me tighter.
"Yes, it's really quite entertaining." He breathed out leaving a small trail of kisses from the left side of my neck, across my collarbone, and to the right side of my neck.
"St-stop it." I whimpered with tears starting to form in the corners of my eyes.
"Stop what, love?" Marcus sneered while placing his hands on my hips. He pressed his lips softly to the right side of my neck to work on the weak spots there and started on his first attempt to take off my shirt. I bit my bottom lip to keep from making any sounds and slapped away his hands with mine.
"Don't be so insubordinate!" Marcus growled, this time pinning my hands above my head by my wrists with one of his hands while the other started to lift my shirt. He let go of my wrists just long enough to pull my shirt over my head, smirk, and mumble a spell to keep my arms above my head. Marcus then started to kiss my chest and slowly work his way down to my waist. Once there he unbuttoned my pants and slowly unzipped them, smiling evilly all the while.
"Please, Marcus, don't-"
Marcus sprung back up and slapped me. "Don't tell me what to do, girl! I'm the one who's in charge. Got it?"
I tightly shut my eyes, bit my bottom lip, and slowly started to nod my head up and down.
"Got it?" Marcus shouted.
"Ye-Yes!" I quickly replied.
Marcus smirked and lightly ran his hands over my skin and onto my back to play with the clasp of my bra. Once he got it he took the spell off of my arms to be able to take off my whole bra, but I started thrashing my body against him and the wall hoping that if I made things difficult for him he'd just give up. Instead he heaved me up and wrapped my legs around his waist, pressed himself closer to me, and stared at my chest while I ended up just tiring myself out. It didn't take me too long to stop, and when I did Marcus said mockingly,
"Done already, love?"
I glared at him.
His smirk grew wider while his eyes slowly left my breasts and went to my eyes. "That's too bad, I was really enjoying your little show."
Trying not to break into hysterics, I choked out, "I hate you."
"Hate you too, bitch." Marcus laughed while slipping off my bra and litterally ripping my panties off of me. I gasped when Marcus pressed his groin against mine. As I did so he roughly placed his mouth against mine and slipped his tongue inside of my mouth. I could feel the smirk on his lips while his hands skimmed my waist, thighs, and then got to his pants. He quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pushed them half way down, then took a step backwards causing both his pants and myself to fall to the floor. Marcus sneered at the yelp that came from my mouth and took off his shirt.
Marcus started pulling me up, but I quickly jumped up and tried to run away. He angrily pushed me back down onto my knees, pushed me against the wall, and pulled down his boxers.
I started to silently sob while his entangled his right hand into my hair while resting his left hand against the wall. He pulled me closer to his manhood and said with a rough voice, "I think you can guess on what to do."
"I don't want-" I was cut off by Marcus forcing his manhood into my mouth. My eyes snapped open while I tried to yell, but only the quiet sounds of my muffled cries came through as Marcus started to moan. It seemed like years, although it was probably just minutes, that Marcus started to shove at least two thirds of himself into my mouth while grunting, "Use your tongue." I figured that if I just did as told all of this would pass quicker, so I rubbed my tongue against his hardened shaft. The taste and feeling disgusted me; it was like a large, salty lolly-pop, and who wants a salty lolly pop? No one. A few minutes passed before Marcus exploded in my mouth and slowly witdrew himself, forcing me to swallow his seed. Smirking, Marcus dragged me back to the room where all this trouble started at and tossed me onto the couch. Not giving me any time to react or collect myself, Marcus spread my legs, teasingly stroked my inner thighs, and started to lightly lick me. I squirmed and accidently let out a few frustrated moans. Marcus smirked and slipped his tongue inside of me. I gasped and moaned loudly as his talented tongue continued to work its magic of violating me. I dug my nails into the couch while thrusting my hips up and down.
"Uhhh! I hate-mhhmm-hate you, Marcus!" I shouted and threw my head back.
"Tell yourself whatever you need to." Marcus replied and stuck two fingers inside of me. He quickly located my g-spot and showed it no mercy.
"Fuck!" I screamed and ran my right hand through his hair. "Mhhmm! You're horrible!" I moaned and tightened my grip on his hair.
"Really?" Marcus said while hovering over me again, but leaving his fingers to their work. "It sounds like you're really rather enjoying yourself."
I felt my climax drawing nearer and bucked my hips up. "I hate you, you, you! Ohh! Fuck!" I moaned as I came. I shuddered against Marcus as I pooled around his fingers. He quickly licked his fingers and licked up my juices.
After he was finished with "cleaning me up" he got back into a push-up position and placed his erected cock against my womanhood, smirked down at me, and shoved it in. In between our pants I exclaimed how much of a jerk he is, his name, then how much I hate him. Where as he just moaned and rolled his eyes at my cruses and went harder and faster with every other thrust. Not a lot of time passed before Marcus flipped so that he would be on the couch and me on top. As much as I hated myself for it, my basic human needs got the better of me. I rode him like it would be my last orgasm for this life and the next, groaning out how much of an asshole he is for dragging me into this.
"Mhhmmm, you like it too." Marcus groaned.
"You could have just-ohh-masturbated instead of-uhh- raping me!"
Marcus laughed and smirked, "And who's on top?"
"Fuck!" I shouted and threw my head back, "And who stripped me in the hallway?"
Marcus just laughed. A few minutes later we were both shouting in pleasure as another orgasm washed through our bodies.
