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The knocks on his office door came frantically, but Marcus was already standing. His eyes were still trained on the bank of screens on the wall across from his desk, his gaze following the woman he hadn’t seen in over three years.
Hermione.
“Boss! She’s –”
“I see her,” Marcus snapped. “And she’s not alone.”
“It’s –”
“I know who it is. Get her away from him. Now!”
The door slammed shut and Marcus watched through the security cameras as Crabbe and Goyle appeared at the bar where she was standing next to the familiar face of the Krum Family’s youngest son, who held his hands up placatingly while nodding and stepping back. Marcus’ eyes stayed on Hermione as she lifted her chin as she walked between his two men until all three of them disappeared from the cameras. Krum took a seat at the bar.
This time, when the door opened, it was to a blur of a woman. Hermione ran toward him and jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Instinctively, he gripped her beneath her thighs. It felt so foreign yet achingly familiar. Her scent washed over him as she buried her face into his neck.
“I missed you,” she murmured even as she peppered kisses onto his skin. “God, I missed you. Marcus, Marcus.”
For once in his life, he wasn’t sure what to do, how to act. She wasn’t quite the same as the last time he’d seen her - her hair was straight and a blend of black and maroon; already, he wished for the curls he could wind around his fist. She was much thinner now and he felt himself begin to tremble with rage that she’d been uncared for, hurt.
“Bring him up,” he said firmly to his men, both of whom were still standing in the doorway. “Take him to –”
“No.” Hermione lifted her head, moved her hands to his cheeks. “Don’t hurt Viktor.”
Marcus’ eyes hardened. “Give me one reason, Hermione.”
Her nails scratched lightly at his beard, the feeling a comfort to her. “He got me out. He saved me.” She paused. “They’re going to kill him, Marcus. Because of me . Because he brought me back here. To you.”
Her eyes were earnest and honest. In response, he cursed at the new predicament. He looked at Crabbe. “Bring him to Malfoy,” he ordered, mentioning his second-in-command. “Tell him he’s not to be hurt. Yet. ”
When they were alone, Marcus set Hermione on the edge of his desk, but leaned forward and set his hands on either side of her thighs. He stared down at her, trying to find a reason to be wary of her presence again but hoping he wouldn’t find any. She looked up at him unabashedly but Marcus was highly aware that her hands were moving down his chest and inching closer to the gun in his holster.
“Careful,” he warned in a deep voice. “Three years is a long time to build suspicion.”
Hermione’s lips curved into a wicked smile. “Suspicious? Of me ?”
Quick as lightning, Marcus had Hermione on her back, both of her wrists in his left hand above her head. She let out a laugh while she drew her knees up so that the heels of her boots rested on the wood. The dress she wore slipped down to reveal thin fabric that barely covered her cunt.
“I’m excited to see you again,” Hermione whispered in a throaty voice. “Can’t you tell?”
“Three. Years.” But his hold loosened the slightest bit at the damp spot he saw on her underwear.
“I’ll tell you everything,” she promised. “I’ll tell you who took me, what they wanted, who they wanted to make my husband.”
Marcus growled at her words. She was his , had been since they were teenagers just learning the ins and outs of their Families.
“I want them killed.”
His eyes shot to hers. There was a glint of hatred in them, something he never saw in her before. At the look on her face, he felt his cock hardening.
“You’ll do it, won’t you?”
She slid a leg up and over his waist, drawing him in closer to her. She’d somehow maneuvered herself so her pussy was pressed against his cock. He let go of her wrists and grabbed at her waist, pulling her closer and pushing against her. She’d been more innocent before she disappeared - before she was taken , but this new Hermione was turning him on more than he ever thought possible.
“You’ll kill them for me.”
Her words were so matter-of-fact that Marcus couldn’t stop himself from leaning over her to give her a bruising kiss. A dark chuckle left her mouth when he pulled away. When she tilted her head back a bit, Marcus found he wanted to press his fingers against her throat. So he did and Hermione let out a satisfied mewling sound.
“Promise me,” she demanded.
He bit at her bottom lip once, twice, before meeting her eyes with his own. “Oh, I promise, Princess. I’ll kill them all for taking you away from me.”
His mouth was demanding against her, harsh and fulfilling. She pulled away after minutes and nipped at his neck as she lifted her hips to find friction against him.
“Never again,” he promised as his fingers drew satin and lace down her legs and unzipped his own pants. It was easy to sink into her, to find what he’d missed for years between her legs, inside her body. Her hands were gripping the back of his neck, his shoulders, and she cried out his name over and over like she would never be able to say it enough.
Life was about to change for both of them and if Hermione had her way, she’d show everyone why the Krum Family had made the biggest mistake of their lives. She’d show everyone why she was fit to rule at Marcus’ side.