Marz

Prologue

As they kept doing, her eyes scanned the rooftop, landing on the stranger she’d been silently flirting with all night.

Usually loyal, Heir found it difficult to keep her eyes off him.

Physically, he was more her type than Bentley with his ground nutmeg hued skin, square head, streetwear, and tattoos.

Without her permission, Heir’s eyes slowly scanned his frame as she bit down on her bottom lip.

When their eyes locked, he licked his lips and wagged his finger in her direction.

Trouble.

The chuckle he released as he shook his head and rubbed his palms together told Heir all she needed to know.

Squeezing her thighs together, she pulled in a deep breath and swallowed hard, forcing her eyes to focus on Bentley.

They may not have been in a committed relationship, but he deserved more than half her attention because of her roaming eye.

“You ready to go?” Bentley asked, checking the time on his watch.

Figuring she needed to be far away from the sexy stranger, Heir nodded her agreement and ran her hand down the back of her neck.

In the short time it took Bentley to flag down their waiter, Heir’s mystery man had made his way over to their table.

He tossed a few hundred-dollar bills on the table, more than enough to cover their bill, then made his way behind Heir’s chair.

“I ’preciate you bringing my wife out for the evening,” he said to Bentley, and the sound of his crisp, Southern, deep voice made her nipples harden as chills covered her arms. “I’ma take it from here though.”

“Oh,” Heir muttered with a nervous laugh as he carefully pulled her out of the chair by her hand.

“Excuse me?” Bentley stood, but before he could say anything else, the man was lifting his hand to silence him.

“You can leave in your car, or an ambulance,” he warned, “but either way, you leaving alone.”

Bentley scoffed, placing his hands on his hips. “Do you know this man, Heir?”

Did she know facts about him?

No.

But there was a familiarity about him that shot straight to her soul.

“Nah, but she ’bout to get to know me,” the man reasoned, seemingly done with the conversation, because he casually led Heir away from the table by her hand.

The obscenities Bentley yelled toward their backs solidified the fact that he wasn’t the man for Heir.

She wanted a man who knew when to deescalate situations but could also handle business when necessary.

Bentley had basically allowed a complete stranger to take her, and while it made her more interested in the one who did the taking, it made her respect Bentley a little less.

“That’s ya man?” the stranger confirmed, pressing the 1 on the elevator. “He just let me take you. He ain’t worth you, bae.”

“Yeah.” Heir sighed, resisting the urge to look back at Bentley. “I was feeling like this would be our last date, but I wasn’t completely sure. Now I know it will be.”

“Oh it was going to be the end of whatever y’all had going on anyway. I meant it when I said you’re my wife. I guess I just expected him to put up more of a fight.”

With a soft giggle, Heir stepped onto the elevator. “How am I your wife and I don’t even know your name?”

Sucking his teeth, the stranger allowed his eyes to roam her frame as the elevator doors closed behind them. In the enclosed space, she inhaled a deep yet subtle whiff of his cologne.

“Facts can be discussed with time. The vibe that’s been brewing between us can’t be faked or forced. That’s how I know you’re going to be my wife.” He extended his hand for her to shake, and Heir looked down at it, then placed her hand inside. “My name is Marz. And yours is Heir, right?”

“Right,” she replied, smiling softly as his hand gently tightened around hers.

“Like what we breathe, or the heir to a throne?”

“The heir to a throne.”

“Only child?” Marz asked, to which Heir nodded.

“Yes. You?”

“Nah. I have three younger siblings.”

“Ooh. Oldest son and only daughter. This will be interesting.”

Marz chuckled as they stepped off the elevator.

They headed toward the basement of the hotel, which operated as a speakeasy.

Heir had always wanted to go down but didn’t have a membership.

The mysterious appeal always piqued her curiosity, but she never put forth the effort to apply for a membership.

For that night, she wouldn’t have to, because Marz had one.

They made their way through the dimly lit space, occupying a burgundy booth in the back of the room.

The bartender wasted hardly no time coming over to take their drink order, greeting Marz by name.

Marz asked what type of cocktail she wanted, and Heir admitted she preferred drinking her liquor straight up.

Seemingly impressed, he ordered them a bottle of vodka for her and whiskey for himself.

As he casually rattled off a list of appetizers for them to share, Heir took the time to take in his features.

Short black locs.

Naturally arched brows.

Slightly under turned coffee brown eyes.

Pointy ears.

Yeah.

Marz was easily one of the finest men Heir had ever encountered.

His hand casually gripped her thigh as the bartender walked away. Marz lowered himself and got a bit more comfortable in his seat.

“You’re beautiful,” he complimented. “I wasn’t able to take my eyes off you for too long all night.

” When his nose grazed her neck, her nipples hardened as she bit down on her bottom lip.

“You look even more beautiful up close.” Marz’s hand shifted inward, squeezing her thigh again. “And you smell good as hell.”

“Marz,” she muttered, gripping the back of his neck as he kissed up hers.

“Hmm?”

“Are you always this... mm... affectionate with women you don’t know?”

Marz chuckled against her cheek before kissing it. “Believe it or not, no. But it’s some’ about you. I feel like I already know you. Like you’re already mine.”

It wasn’t Heir’s intention to turn her head and make it easier for their lips to connect, but that was exactly what happened.

Her body relaxed against him the second his tongue swirled around hers.

She’d never been this wild and reckless before.

Hell, she didn’t let men kiss her until after their fifth date.

But what Marz said was true. There was something about him that had her lowering her inhibitions and her boundaries, and Marz was more than okay with that.

From the moment he laid eyes on her, Marz had claimed Heir.

It was difficult waiting for the perfect moment to take her, but he knew he wasn’t going to let her leave the hotel with another man.

Even if all he ended up getting was conversation and her number at the end of the night, Marz would build off that and be satisfied.

The only reason Marz allowed their lips to disconnect was because he heard the soft clatter of things being set on their table. Heir shyly put space between them as she wiped her mouth, but that wouldn’t do.

“Where you goin’?” Marz asked. “I want you close.”

“This is insane,” she whispered, almost to herself as he pulled her back to him. “I don’t even know you.”

“Then get to know me, because I ain’t lettin’ you go. You mine... now and forever.”

Heir’s pouty lips lifted into a smile as her slanted, honey brown eyes avoided his. She mumbled about how he was crazy, but obviously the peanut butter brown skinned beauty liked that shit, because she hadn’t tried to get away yet.

As the evening progressed, they tossed back one shot after another and enjoyed each other’s company.

As much as Heir seemed to be hung up on the fact that they were strangers, the more time they spent together, the less she cared.

Eventually, she relaxed into their chemistry and enjoyed the vibe just as much as Marz did.

An hour into their time there, the live band and singer for the evening arrived, setting an even more intimate mood. By the third set, they were both feeling their liquor and allowing their hands to become more acquainted with each other’s bodies.

When they walked upstairs, Marz was prepared for their evening to be over until Heir asked, “Do you have a room here?”

“Nah, but I can get one,” he declared, feeling the liquor more than he had while he’d been sitting down.

“Okay. I’m gonna go to the restroom. I’ll meet you in the lobby.”

Marz nodded his agreement, but he knew Heir was drunk.

If not drunk, tipsy enough to be walking sideways instead of in a straight line.

A part of him was sure she’d get a good look at herself in the mirror and change her mind.

Still, he decided to get her a room on the off chance she drove herself to her date and needed time to sober up.

Once he’d secured a suite for her, he found her rocking softly as she sat on the bench with a smile.

Chuckling, he walked over to her. Marz looked her over intently as he asked, “Are you sober, bae?”

“Sober enough,” Heir clarified as she stood, causing Marz to shake his head.

“As much as I want you, and trust me... I want you... we can’t do this if you’re not sober.”

“Why not?” she whined, taking his hand into hers and closing the space between them.

“I don’t want you to do something you’re going to regret.”

“Then make sure I don’t regret it.”

Between the challenge and the way she looked up at him, what little resolve Marz had started to crumble.

Their ride up the elevator was spent alternating between talking shit, confirming consent, and nasty kisses.

Though his actions with Heir that evening may have said otherwise, Marz didn’t usually operate so recklessly with women.

He’d spent his whole life learning to be disciplined, in control, and logical.

There was nothing sane about bedding a woman he’d just met, regardless of how connected to her Marz felt.

Stumbling into the suite, Marz allowed the door to automatically close behind them as he picked Heir up and pressed her body against the wall.

“Are you sure about this, bae?”

“Yesss,” she almost sang quietly, gripping the back of his neck and connecting his lips with hers.

As quickly as they ripped each other’s clothes off, it wasn’t long before their bodies were connected too.

It wasn’t until he was buried deep inside of her delivering swift, hard strokes that Marz realized just how drunk he was. As the room spun, he squeezed his eyes shut and moaned. She felt far too good for him to pull out. If he passed out, he’d pass out in her pussy.

“Oh my God,” Heir slurred, gripping his wrists as Marz pressed down on her stomach.

Lifting one hand to her neck, he gripped it and squeezed. “The fuck you calling on Him for? I’m the one making this pussy gush.”

And gush it did.

Her cream coated his dick as she convulsed underneath him.

“M-Marz,” she whimpered, legs trembling as she came.

Marz pulled out quickly, shooting his seeds onto the floor before he climbed into bed.

Too tired to shower or even pull the comforter over himself, Marz allowed his eyes to close as his heart raced.

He squeezed his eyes tightly as the dizziness tried to subside.

Groaning, he swallowed and prayed he didn’t have to throw up.

Hours later, the sun had just started to ascend.

Marz woke up to the sound of the shower going.

Groggily, he sat up and looked around the room, trying to remember where the hell he was at.

He stood and went to the other bathroom to handle his hygiene, and by the time he was done showering and brushing his teeth, Heir was quietly, yet quickly, slipping back into her panties.

“Leaving so soon?” he asked with a lazy smile, walking over to her with his towel hanging off his waist.

“This was a mistake,” she mumbled. “I mean, not a mistake. I wanted to do it, but I would never—I have to go.”

“Why you runnin’ away? I told you, you were mine.”

Heir’s head shook as she stepped into her dress. “We just met, Marz. We were drunk. We moved way too fast.”

“I asked you—”

“I know what you asked me,” she gritted softly, frantically. “And I don’t regret it. I’m just saying it can’t happen again. It was nice meeting you, and last night was fun, but I really have to go.”

Heir avoiding his eyes didn’t sway Marz one bit. When his hand went from her waist to her pussy, Heir whimpered and shuddered.

“She tender? Or does she want more?” he asked, dropping to his knees and placing a kiss on her pussy through her dress that made Heir release a sizzling breath as she squeezed his shoulder.

As Marz pulled her panties down, Heir’s head flung back as she whimpered.

“We ain’t moving too fast. We catching up to what our hearts already know,” he reasoned.

Her hand gripped his chin, and she used it to tilt his head. “This isn’t me, Marz. I can’t.”

With a sigh, Marz dropped his hands from her body. “Aight. I’ma keep these,” he said, tightening his grip on her panties. “We’ll see each other again.”

Chuckling, Heir lowered herself and placed a kiss on his forehead. “Crazy,” she mumbled before scurrying out of the bedroom.

“Only for you,” Marz declared, unable to pull his eyes away from her until she was completely out of sight.