“I can't help it, but I'm scared of the day you'd no longer want me; I'm scared that one day I will not be the one by your side,” she said. I was filled with guilt listening to her words; I knew she was not doing this deliberately. She was a very confident woman despite the scars she suffered from her past, but my actions made her into this woman full of uncertainty. I wanted to hug her tighter so that she could feel assured, but she was already pressed against my chest so much that even air couldn't pass between us. I hope she could feel how my heart thumped erratically for no one else but her. “You are the only woman for me, Alexa Jones; there's no other woman apart from you.” I vowed. Oh, how I wish I could tell her about my condition and assure her that she had nothing to fear, but knowing how she overthinks, she was going to think I was with her because of my condition and come up with the worst possible scenarios. “I will never leave you, kitten. You would always be mine an
Alexa's POV I clenched my fingers so tightly, digging my nails into my fingers so much so that my knuckles turned white. So this was how he wanted it to be, right? Not wanting to feel more pathetic than I was already, I stood up and made my way to the door. But I paused just a few steps to the door. I couldn't help it; I would go crazy if I didn't get everything off my chest once and for all. The moment I went through that door, everything would be forgotten, and it might become a bigger elephant in the room that nobody would be willing to address anymore. I couldn't live like that. “Can I ask you something? And please tell me the truth. Have you ever loved her?” There, I said it. I turned around to look at him, looking him dead in the eye. “Did you ever have feelings for Jessica?” “If my answer is yes, what are you going to do?” He asked with a nonchalant expression on his face. I let out a shaky breath, trying all I could to keep my emotions in check. “If the question was rever
I left the suite in a better mood than before. I felt as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. When I broke away from Morgan's hug and saw myself in the mirror, I nearly cried out in fright at the woman who was staring back at me. My makeup was ruined, and it had been smudged in several places, making me look like a zombie. But Morgan had been looking at me so gentle and lovingly a moment ago; wasn't he repulsed by my looks? ‘ Forget it; I better tidy up quickly so that we don't miss the banquet. I felt all eyes on us when we re-entered the banquet hall. I nearly pulled my hand from Morgan's grip, but I stopped myself at the last minute. I needed to stand by Morgan's side boldly and confidently. I shouldn't let my insecurities rob me of my happiness. We navigated through the crowd with ease since people naturally parted when Morgan and I approached. He held my hands in a possessive grip, making sure I was always by his side when people started to approach him and have small
“Leave!” He growled. My eyes widened in shock as I stared at him speechlessly. ‘Why was he having such a strong reaction? Didn't he want me?’ I thought, my thoughts reeling with a thousand reasons, until I heard the chauffeur say "sorry, sir” and close the door. I realized he had been talking to the chauffeur. ‘There you go again, Alexa, always thinking about the worst things,’ I chide myself in my mind. “Are you sure?” Morgan asked, his voice barely above a whisper and his intense gaze not turning down a notch and doing things to me. His hands were on my thighs, rubbing the area gently, but even that little action was causing an overwhelming desire to awaken within me; I wanted more. “Yes,” I cried out. “Kitten, do you understand what you're saying? I'm addicted to you, I won't lie. If I take you up on your offer and get a taste, I might fuck you and would not let you rest all night long. And I might be rough and fast and could make you feel pain...” My breath hitched at those wor
“Fuck me. Please… I'm yours.” I said, My voice was filled with lust. Opening my legs wider and pushing myself closer to him to show my enthusiasm. But he looked at me with a smirk on his face, his hands pinning me down so much that I couldn't move an inch. I had thought he would free his cock from his trousers at my words and slam into me the second I finished speaking, but he was more controlled than I thought, seeing as I could see the clear outline of his hard cork pressed against his pants. “You don't seem like you mean it,” he teased and began to massage one of my breasts through my clothes, and then he moved on to the next, playing with it with a bit of pressure in his hand. It felt a little painful at first, but I couldn't deny the pleasure that accompanied it. I arched my back, my toes curling in delight as he started to massage my breasts with just the right amount of strength. And then I heard the opening of a zipper making his huge cock tumble out and hit my pussy. He c
Peter's POV Draco walked in front of Enzo and me as we made our way to the underground torture chambers. The journey that normally took about 1 hour took just 35 minutes to complete. Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside. The only time you could see an emotion on his face was when he was watching some of the men in the base torture people who had betrayed him or he was doing the torture himself. But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the unde
Alexa POV I walked out of the car and said thank you to the chauffeur. I fanned my hot cheeks with my fingers. Ugh! That was so embarrassing! That rogue Morgan, he knew his guards were always around in the vicinity, so why did he do that in the car? I'm sure all of his men know what we had been up to by now and would be seeing me as some vixen and wanton woman. Ugh! Whatever! If Morgan is not embarrassed, why should I be? I better hurry in and get myself cleaned up. I can feel our juices slipping out of me and wetting my thighs. My pants could have soaked up some of it, but thanks to Morgan, I'm even not wearing pants because he tore my pants. This is so frustrating. “What are you thinking so deeply about that you are not even watching where you are going? You nearly walked into the table,” Uncle Randy said, breaking me out of my thoughts. "Haha, nothing, I... erm,” I replied flusteredly, my brain giving up on me when I needed to come up with a more reasonable excuse. “Are you o
Trigger Warning: This chapter contains violence and abuse. Please read at your own risk. Author Note: Hello, lovely readers, I wanted to depict all the emotions of the characters clearly, making me write this chapter in an author's POV. Enjoy! Author's POV Ethan looked at the emotions swirling in Alexa's widened eyes and how stiff she had become, and his heart shook. Even if he didn't want to accept it, he just knew it. ‘He might lose her forever if he kissed her,’ he realized. The determination on her face a moment ago only proved his theory. He backed away from Alexa just as she also turned her head to the side to avoid his kiss. “I'm sorry,” Ethan said defeatedly. Alexa ignored him and looked out of the car; she nearly had a heart attack from the stunt Ethan pulled earlier. She could still feel the cold sweat that was trickling down her back. “Can I leave first? I don't think I'm in the mood to watch the car race anymore,” she said, sighing. There was regret and disappointmen