Chapter 47: Poison

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