I Ctrl+Alt+Deleted My Ex and Ctrl+C'd His Uncle novel Chapter 138

Marcus slid the switchblade higher, his voice chilling to the bone.

“This is your last chance.”

His fingers pressed ever so slightly, the blade grazing Liam’s artery. A thin line of scarlet welled up instantly.

Liam froze, not daring to move. His eyes flicked sideways toward Lena.

“Lena, say something! Are you really going to just stand there and watch Uncle kill me?”

Lena’s eyes were glued to the knife at Liam’s throat, terrified Marcus would push further.

“Uncle, I’ll talk, I’ll talk! She’s at the Grand Central Hotel, room 917!”

The moment her words fell, Marcus rose sharply to his feet.

“Keep an eye on them.”

With that, his figure vanished from the hall.

Sophie curled up on the bed, teeth biting hard into her wrist to keep her hands from roaming her own body.

Her whole frame shook uncontrollably, sweat soaking through her clothes and staining the white sheets.

Even though she was fighting with everything she had, the scene looked unbearably indecent.

“Sophie!”

A man’s voice rang out. For a split second, clarity returned to her fogged mind.

She slowly lifted her gaze toward the door.

Marcus rushed in from outside and was at her side in an instant.

“Don’t be afraid. I’ll get you out of here right now.”

His deep, magnetic voice carried a steadiness that drew Sophie in against her will,

Before she could think twice, she gave in to the pull.

Her arms hooked around his neck, her entire body pressed against his.

Cool. Steady. She wanted more of that.

Sophie nuzzled against his throat, her hot breath brushing over his Adam’s apple. It felt like fire licking across Marcus’s skin.

He gripped her shoulders and pushed her back.

“You’ve been drugged. I’m taking you out of here.”

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“Marcus…” Her reddened eyes shimmered with restraint. “I feel awful…”

Her soft whisper was like a torch pressed against his sanity, burning it to cinders.

Marcus’s throat bobbed as he forced a deep breath, trying to tamp down the storm raging inside.

But when his eyes flicked upward, the giant screen on the wall caught him off guard.

The live feed showed everything–the way Sophie’s pale legs were laid bare, shifting restlessly like a coiled serpent about to wrap itself around

his waist.

Her flushed body trembled, fragile and inviting, like a blossom begging to be plucked.

Every muscle in Marcus’s body locked tight. An urge slashed through him–he wanted to see that flower bloom for him alone.

“Marcus, I can’t take it…” Sophie’s trembling voice spilled into his ears, each note tugging at the reins of his control.

“If you still want this after you’re sober, I’ll give it to you.”

His voice was taut, restrained, his eyes drowning in the shadow of unspoken desire.

She had already lost all reason. He couldn’t afford to lose his.

Marcus tore his gaze away, shrugged off his suit jacket, and wrapped her in it before lifting her into his arms.

“Guard this room. No one goes in. I’ll deal with what’s inside when I’m back.”

He strode out carrying her.

The cool night air outside cut through the haze, and Sophie’s mind cleared for a fleeting moment. She poked her head out from under his jacket.

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“Don’t take me home.”

She couldn’t let her parents or brother see her like this.

“Alright.” His low reply came as he covered her face again.

Sophie squirmed under the jacket. “It’s too stifling. I can’t breathe.”

Marcus’s eyes darkened, his voice rough with warning. “Keep looking at me like that, and I can’t promise I’ll hold back.”

Her mind stalled. Only then did she realize how suggestive she must look–clinging to him in nothing but a skimpy dress, her body practically molded against his.

“I… maybe you should put me down?” Her cheeks flamed.

“You think you’re in any state to walk?”

He settled into the car with her still in his arms. The cramped space only thickened the intimacy between them.

His scent wrapped around her, cool yet intoxicating. Sophie’s heart raced, her eyes hazy again.

“Turn on the A/C,” Marcus ordered.

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The driver cranked it up full blast, and the car rolled forward.

The cold air helped keep her from completely unraveling, though she still writhed now and then when the heat flared back up.

Marcus clenched his jaw so tight it ached, forcing himself not to look at her.

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