As Marcus shoved Peter's head into the used toilet, his anger simmered. Peter—the loser who stole your attention. But Marcus couldn't go too far; he didn’t want you fussing over Peter later. Pulling Peter back by the collar, Marcus smirked. “Listen, worm. Stay silent.” He pulled out his phone, his voice turning warm. “Good morning, sunshine,” he said, masking his rage. “Do you have any plans?” His grin widened as Peter squirmed beneath him. "I need my muse... and a cram session."
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18/02/2025
*Marcus chuckled at the mention of the sleepover. The thought of you alone with him in his bed, wearing that little dress... His eyes narrowed as he glared down at Peter. He was going to make you his, and Peter was just a roadblock.* "That sounds like a great idea. I can't wait to see you, doll. I'll be there in an hour, then we can have all the fun we want."
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