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
Morgan's POV Shit! I had placed the gun under my pillow yesterday before entering the bathroom and forgot to move it. The reason I had not been taking her to my main residence was due to some items I kept there that I had yet to move; I didn't want her to know about my dealings in the underworld yet. It was for her own safety. I was searching my mind for a reasonable excuse to tell Alexa why there was a gun on my bed when she asked me a question that made me widen my eyes in disbelief. “Is it a toy gun?” She asked curiously, with a kind of innocence I couldn't describe. I saw her picking it up and examining it, and she held it with the nuzzle pointed to her body. Didn't she know how risky it was? Did the Jones family raise their only female heiress and make her CEO of a big company such as Jones Corp. with no knowledge about guns? And with her abilities in business consultation, didn't they realize she would be in danger if people knew she was such a business genius? She was the b
A week later, After practicing my self-defense moves for the day, I realized I had nothing to do. Feeling so bored, I decided to do a few sets of the ready stance, front kick to groin, palm-heel strike, and hammer fist punch again. Being busy took my mind off unnecessary things like thinking about Morgan. I have not seen him since the last time I spent the night at his penthouse, but we have been talking on the phone quite regularly, and I know we have gotten very close now, but I feel he still keeps me at arms length. I had thought he would use those “compensational dates” by now, but he had not even tried to invite me to go out on a date with him. He had told me he missed me every time he called, asking me if I had also missed him. Maybe I'm just overthinking. “I think you deserve a rest; you've been going at it for a while.” Ethan’s voice sounded behind me, making me distracted and nearly tripping, but Ethan was fast; he held my waist, steadying me on my feet. Our gazes l
ELENA'S POV I pushed the service cart with a wide variety of food towards the V.V.I.P. room, making it a point to keep a gentle smile on my face. After working diligently as a waiter in this restaurant for about a month, I was finally assigned to serve the VIP customers. After Daniel left me that fateful day in my apartment, I never heard from him again, and when I tried to reach him and the Cooper family found out about me, I had not had it easy. They made life hell for me. They evicted me from the apartment Daniel rented for me and made sure no one would hire me for work in Millennium City. It had gotten to a point that I had to flee Millennium City and find shelter in Ivory City so that I could start anew. Because there were some strange men who were always after me. After I arrived in Ivory City, things were still not all that promising, but after applying several times to this restaurant, I was given a chance. The patrons of this restaurant were members of high-class and rich
After everyone finished eating their meals, Elena cleared the table and left the room. Morgan and the men at the table began to talk about business. I listened in, taking note of some important information that was being discussed about Wright Corporation. ‘Does Morgan trust me that much?’ I asked in my mind as I stared at his side profile. And then something strange happened; the discussion had not lasted for even 30 minutes when Morgan stood up abruptly, making his chair screech on the floor and make a deafening sound. “The meeting is adjourned. I will communicate the next meeting date with you,” Morgan said, pulling me out of my seat and making his way out of the private room, making everyone look at us with confusion on their faces. ‘What the hell is going on,’ I wondered.Morgan's POV I could feel my body becoming abnormally hot and blood rushing wildly in my body as I made my way through the hallways and headed to the parking lot. There was only one reason for this: I had be
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,