Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 414

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley 414**
**Chapter 414: From Warmth to Ruin**

“Just once,” Marcus murmured, his lips grazing Emma’s neck in a whisper-soft caress that sent shivers cascading down her spine. His voice was a low, seductive rasp that seemed to linger in the air, wrapping around her like a warm embrace. “A little harder…”

“A little harder…”

Nearby, the familiar figures of Drake, Kieran, Silas, and even the distant silhouettes of Lucien and Calum were engaged in their own tasks, yet Emma could feel the weight of their sidelong glances, subtle but unmistakably curious. It was as if the very atmosphere thickened with unspoken intrigue, and she felt her cheeks ignite with an embarrassing warmth. Heat surged from her ears, snaking down her neck, burning with an intensity that made her feel as if she might burst into flames.

But Marcus, undeterred and relentless, had no intention of stopping. “Ms. Tibarn,” he continued, his voice dripping with charm, “I was out there for days, sleeping in the wilderness, working my life away. Just treat this as a reward.”

He buried his face deeper into the crook of her neck, nuzzling her skin with the tip of his nose, and Emma felt her resolve waver. The wounded tone in his voice, coupled with that shameless coaxing, struck her like a bolt of lightning. He knew exactly how to exploit her vulnerabilities, and she felt utterly powerless against him.

Fine. You want a reward?

With a surge of courage, she steeled herself, gritting her teeth as she gathered strength in her fingers. In a swift, decisive motion, she pinched the soft flesh at his waist, determined to reclaim a semblance of control.

“Mm—”

Marcus inhaled sharply, the sound escaping his throat deep and husky, trembling with an intensity that sent Emma’s heart racing. It was wicked enough to make anyone’s thoughts stray into dangerous territory.

Amid the sizzling crackle of grilling meat, that sound felt intimately charged, as if the world around them faded into a blur, leaving only the two of them in this moment. Emma’s mind blanked, overwhelmed by the sudden rush of sensations. Instinctively, she slapped her hand over his mouth, panic surging through her veins.

Dude!

We are outside! Not in bed! Silas and the others are right there. How can you make that kind of sound?

Emma felt as if she might lose her mind entirely. She pressed harder against his mouth, terrified that another noise would escape him.

But Marcus didn’t resist. Instead, he lifted his silver-grey eyes to meet hers, innocent and wide, his long lashes trembling like fragile leaves in a gentle breeze.

Then, as if in slow motion, she felt something warm, soft, and damp brush against her palm—a fleeting touch, almost accidental.

She jerked her hand back as if she had been burned, staring at him in shock. He really just… Oh my God… Did he spend these days rescuing people, or was he secretly honing his skills in the art of seduction? How had he become this good?

Emma looked at Marcus, feeling like she was teetering on the edge of sanity, wishing desperately for a hole to crawl into. Just as she was about to retreat into her thoughts, Silas’s voice sliced through the tension like a knife.

“Marcus, help me over here.” Silas was seated at the grill, flipping meat with unwavering focus, his eyes never straying from his task.

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