“The breakfast will be ready soon. You can wait for me at the table, or you can go freshen up first. There are spare toothbrushes and toiletries in the left cabinet,” he said, smiling at me. My legs refused to move; I wanted to spend more time with this Adonis, and on the other hand, I wanted to ask what happened after I was drunk. “Erm, I…” I stammered, ‘What is wrong with you, Alexa?’ I chide myself. Wouldn't it be awkward and weird for me to ask if something happened? I mean, I know we did not have sex, but maybe I did something embarrassing? But what if he thinks I'm one of those women who get drunk and do things without remembering? Ugh! Whatever! Since he's not saying anything and is even in the mood to cook, it means I must have been on my best behavior. I patted myself on the back, ‘Alexa Jones, you are just so perfect.’ “Are you okay?” Morgan asked, making me come out of my thoughts. He might have asked because I was still standing at the door. “Yeah, I'm fine. Would you
ALEXA'S POV When Morgan's lips touched mine, I stood there in a daze, my mind going in different directions. This man, why was he so casual?! He just ups and begins to kiss me out of nowhere without any prior notice. For God sakes, and that was not the most important part, shouldn't he be worried about having an allergic reaction after eating those eggs? I could tell his allergy to eggs was quite serious the other day; shouldn't he be taking his medicine at the moment? “Open up those lips for me and let me in, kitten,” he whispered in a sexily husky voice. His lips grazing my ears and leaving a trail of kisses on my neck and sucking on my sensitive spot. I felt as if I were cocooned in a heavy blanket, feeling hot all over, with its sweet sensations assaulting my senses. “Morgan,” I breathed, my voice sounding like a moan. His gaze darkened at my call and wasted no time to capture my slightly parted lips. I never knew a kiss could taste so much better than all the kisses I've had
3 days later,After checking my final look in the mirror, I walked out of my room, heading out for the day. I had a meeting at Wright Corporation, and the possibility of meeting Morgan gave me mixed feelings. Julia had returned to Millennium City since William needed her around, and since I didn't need her services at the moment anyways, I let her go.Since I decided to leave Morgan's penthouse 3 days ago, there has been no communication between us. It was as if nothing ever happened between us and that our growing closeness was my imagination. Morgan had not called me; I had also not called him, and there have been no chance meetings between us either. His cold demeanor when I decided to leave his penthouse instinctively warned me not to get close to him, and I had left with no words and goodbyes said between us. In fact, after I retrieved my phone and found out it was off, I came back to the living room area and met only Peter, who said he was instructed to take me home, but I sa
7:00 pm, I stared at my phone once again to see if I had any missed calls or messages, but there were none. I had gotten him some cufflinks made of black diamonds. The cufflinks exuded a noble aura and their black color, excluding an aloof and cold beauty. It was a lucky find, and its color reminded me of Morgan's dark, stormy eyes and his cold nature. I had told them I wanted express delivery, thinking Morgan would receive it as early as possible and decide to call me. But I had waited the entire afternoon, and it was now 7:00 pm already, but I had still not received any calls from him. It made me regret not accepting Elise's invitation to the club. I think some booze will just let me unwind and focus on other things. Besides, because I met Morgan, there were a lot of things I had not yet done, even though I had promised myself to enjoy my three-month vacation. I was so bored that I decided to call Elise and ask for her location, but after calling her number several times, she w
My heart began to beat wildly at his words, but I chuckled, acting as if his words didn't scare me even a tiny bit. “I dare you to touch me and see what fate befalls you for touching someone who belongs to Morgan Wright,” I said and then smirked when both men who were tasked with holding me down hesitated to touch me even though they were close enough to just grab my shoulders. I could even feel their breath on my skin as they let out a puff of air. But I realized the man from the dance floor standing in front of me didn't seem to buy my words as he crossed his arms over his chest and curled his lips into a wicked smile and said, “Oh really? I want to see the kind of fate you are talking about,” he scoffed and directed his gaze to each of the men beside me. “Are you deaf? What are you standing there for?” All my senses went haywire as they finally held my shoulders in place, their hold as strong as a metal pillar, making it impossible for me to even move an inch. I began to panic,
Morgan's POV “... if we were not in public, we could have taken off our clothes and let him know how you can be such a beast in bed, making it that I can barely walk afterwards sometimes.” I could feel all my resistance crumbling at her words; this woman was deadly. She was like a poison; I had no antidote for that was affecting all my organs and rendering them weak. I had decided to give her the space she needed. She was so addictive, but I had to let her go so that she would choose to come to me at her own time, even though that decision nearly tore me apart. I thought I had successfully stopped thinking about her for just a moment, but then I saw her swaying and dancing on the damn dance floor, bringing back all the longing I felt. And when I saw how all the men were looking at her with hungry eyes, I wanted to go and snatch her from there and lock her up in a cage somewhere. A place where only I would have a chance to see her, I wanted to hide her away from the world so that
I unlocked the door to my penthouse with Enzo behind me. He was updating me about the upcoming weapon exchange deal between some mafia lords when my sights fell on something on my couch. I pressed my finger onto my lips, signaling to Enzo to keep quiet as I took light steps towards my fiery kitten. I knew it was her when I first saw the silhouette, but I wanted to be sure it was not my eyes playing tricks on me. Did she decide to stay? The thought filled me with giddiness, making all my anger and thirst for bloodshed recede until it disappeared completely. I realized why Peter had been calling me, but I had not answered. “Let's talk about the details later; you are dismissed,” I said in a low voice but loud enough for Enzo to hear. He nodded and retraced his steps and left silently, like he was just a gust of air. Enzo was one of my trusted trained assassins and was very capable. Coming and going like the wind, leaving no traces behind. I must admit I didn't approach Alexa in the
My eyes narrowed at his narration. I'm sure he's lying, but why was he sounding so serious as if we were discussing business or something that involved life and death? His mischievous and playful smile was nowhere in sight. And what did he mean by maintaining several positions? He was making it sound like I was the tyrant husband abusing his little poor wife. “You are lying,” I said, my face flushed with indignation. “I think I should be recording some of your actions for evidence next time.” He said it as if he were mumbling to himself, but he was loud enough for me to hear. I rolled my eyes at him in exasperation. Why were his words making it sound like he helped me out of goodwill, but I didn't appreciate his efforts? “I'm sorry, okay, Can you lift your hands? I want to get down,” I said and saw how he began to smile at me again, his serious demeanor a minute ago nowhere in sight. He looked at me with a roguish grin, making me feel an impending inkling of trouble. It was as if
Trigger Warning: This chapter contains mature content, sexual scenes, and torture. Please read at your own risk. Author's POV A few weeks ago, "Ahh, so good... faster… yes, harder,” Jessica screamed and moaned as Scott continued to thrust his cock into her cunt. Jessica was on all fours, and Scott was behind her, his hold on her hair becoming tighter as he increased his pace and pounded into her. He groaned in pleasure and continued his onslaught, fucking the daylights out of her. Jessica was a moaning mess and was asking for more. His one was fisted into her hair and grabbing a fistful of it, and his other hand was pressed onto her back and kept her in place, riding her roughly and thrusting in and out with no hint of gentleness. “Yes fuck! Such a good slut! Your slutty pussy grips me so well,” Scott moaned out in pleasure as he got close to his orgasm. His groans increased, and his breathing also became heavier as he went in and out of her faster and faster, plunging deeper wit
Author POV When Alexa woke up, it was late in the afternoon. She knew Morgan would have left by now. She stretched her sore body and saw the obvious lovemaking marks on her body and blushed at the memory of Morgan and her having the best sex of her life on the deck of the yacht. Under the dark night sky, their naked bodies molded as one, and the feeling was so intense that the heat that kept intensifying within their tangled bodies felt nothing against the cold sea breeze. She saw a bouquet of red roses on the side of the bed, and her smile widened as she walked towards it. “When did he prepare all of these?” She mumbled to herself and took a whiff of the fragrant flowers, smiling from ear to ear. Seeing a note sticking out, she pulled it out and read the words out loud. “Wait for me, Kitten, and don't forget to miss me. The card is yours. It's unlimited, just like my love for you. - MW” Alexa blushed at how cheesy he sounded, and she noticed the black card tucked between the bloo
Author's POV Alexa smiled contentedly, breathing in the salty air of the beach as she and Morgan walked side by side along the beach with their fingers intertwined. They were walking barefoot on the sand, and the gentle waves brushed against their feet. After leaving the amusement park, they had gone for a cruise in one of the yachts Morgan owned. The yacht was huge, and both its exterior and interior design were top-notch; it screamed timeless luxury. It had a range of deck spaces for relaxation and entertainment and about fifteen spacious rooms with their private bathrooms, and it even had a hot tub to top it off. They had had their dinner on the yacht and had an intimate time in the hot tub. After that, Morgan suggested coming ashore to walk along the beach and just enjoy the night as the sky blended into the endless blue sea. She did not know the sea looked so beautiful at night. She couldn't help but notice how thoughtful Morgan had been the entire day. It made her think of t
Author's POV Morgan carried Alexa into the bedroom and gently placed her on her feet. “Wait here for me; I will just take off my suit and help you clean up,” he said and proceeded into the closet without Alexa’s response. She blushed in embarrassment when her brain processed what he had just said. Did he want to help her bathe? She was still daydreaming when Morgan approached her, twirled and tied up her pigtails, making them into a bun on each side of her hair, and then he proceeded to take off her apron and begin to unbutton her shirt. Alexa held his hand in reflex, her face as red as a tomato. 'It was broad daylight, and he was going about undressing and touching her like that.' “I... I can do it myself,” she stammered flusteredly. Morgan raised his eyebrows and stared at her with a mischievous smirk on his face. “What are you shy of? I've seen everything already,” he said domineeringly with a devious grin on his face before tugging on her clothes slightly, making her fall on
Author's POV After sitting in the back seat of his car, he directed the chauffeur to take him to the mansion on the outskirts of the city where he had taken Alexa. He had built that place to show to Yvvone 16 years ago. Yvonne was someone who likes quiet places. She had always expressed how she wished she could raise a family with him and their children away from the hustle and bustle in the city. He had been planning to bring her there to propose to her on their 1st anniversary, only for that incident to happen. "Sir, I don't think the trip can be pushed back again; your presence is needed for everything to go on as planned,” Enzo said, disrupting Morgan from his thoughts. He was aware that he had been delaying his trip to Italy multiple times because of Alexa; he would have loved to take her along with him, but he knew she wouldn't agree. Besides, he couldn't take Alexa along to most of the meetings he would be attending due to some of the subjects they would be discussin
Author's POV The main Wright mansion, The maids who were doing their normal housekeeping chores couldn't help but freeze in their movements, their lively chatter dying down and bowing their heads in respect. The old master was not feeling so well, and he had retired to his room, so some of them had been chattering away and had even forgotten to behave. Everything happened like a scene in a movie that was being shown in slow motion. The heavy doors had been pushed open, and it was followed by a gust of chilly air. It was as if winter itself accompanied his presence, plunging the mansion into an eerie silence. It was so quiet that only his crisp and confident footsteps could be heard. Even though his footsteps were light, to them it felt as if they were the loud drums that were played in ancient times before an execution took place. With his perfectly tailored suit flawlessly hugging his body that was as tall as a pine tree, added with his physique and bulging biceps that even
Trigger Warning: This chapter contains mature content and sexual scenes. Please read at your own risk. Author's POV Alexa had thought her first time tasting a cock in her life would make her stomach churn or that she would retch out her guts, but instead, she felt her mouth become watery as her saliva began to flow. His grunts of approval combined with his masculine scent and the taste of his cock gave rise to an overwhelming desire within her. The feeling of his cock moving back and forth between her lips was such a turn-on and oddly satisfying. She had thought she would chicken out within a few seconds, but everything felt so exciting for her that she even allowed her mouth to be slightly ajar so that she could swirl her tongue around his cock. This action of hers made him shudder in response as he groaned in pleasure, making his hold on her head tighten. He plunged his cock deeper into her mouth until it hit her throat, making her gag. She looked up at him through her lashes,
Trigger Warning: This chapter contains mature content and sexual scenes. Please read at your own risk. Author's POV Alexa held her breath in anticipation of what he would do next. But she didn't expect him to brush his thumb on her inner thighs in slow strokes and not get to the main spot, and even though she knew it had just been a few seconds ago when he started, it felt like it was forever already when his fingers continued to stroke the same spot over and over again. Before she knew what she was doing, she had impatiently grabbed his hand and placed it directly on her already throbbing pussy. When he looked up at her with a feigned surprise look on his face and tried to take his hand away, she clamped her legs together to trap his hand between that spot between her legs. She began to grind her legs together for more friction and gasped at how good it felt. She didn't know she could be this shameless and wanton. This was what happened when he refused to use those damn fi
Trigger Warning: This chapter contains mature content and sexual scenes. Please read at your own risk. Author's POV Morgan held both of Alexa's hands above her head and continued to kiss her with wild passion, pushing his tongue into her mouth and tasting every nook and cranny, sucking and nibbling on her sweet lips that tasted like aged fine wine that he was getting drunk in. Alexa, on the other hand, was going crazy with the need that was rising in her body. Why was he only kissing her and not touching her? Mind you, it wasn't because she wasn't enjoying the kiss. No, no, that was far from it because whatever he was doing with his tongue in her mouth as they exchanged their saliva was already making her feel weak in the knees. But she wanted more. For fucks sakes, she wanted his hands on her skin, touching her and making her feel good. She also wanted to touch him too and feel his abs and scorching hot skin underneath her fingers. When they finally broke away from the kiss,