All Chapters of Don't Mess With DRACO: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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

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

"Relax, kitten,” he said seductively. He might have said that because he had noticed how stiff I had become. I felt how his cork filled my walls and stretched them, making them full, but he stared down at me, not moving. I thought he would start thrusting in and out of me roughly without abandon. It was not as if I was anticipating his rough thrusts, but how he was staring down at me made me uncomfortable.“My woman deserves full pleasure, and damn, you are so tight I want to pound in and out of you so bad. I want to really move up and down, sideways, round and round inside you until your pussy takes the shape of my dick. But I want you to be ready for me. I want you to be wet for me, so breathe, relax.” His voice was husky and soothing, with a hypnotic edge to it. I felt myself relaxing a little bit as his words were so graphic I had begun to imagine those scenarios and how it would feel if he decided to go through with it. It didn't help that his cork was still inside my pussy.He

I lay on my side as I stared at the peaceful sleeping face of my kitten. She looked so docile and innocent as she slept, with no hints of how feisty she was when she was awake. I had expected to be so tired and fall asleep after what we did, but I was filled with so much excitement that she was finally my woman to even feel sleepy. I don't remember the last time I experienced such happiness... Such pleasure that I felt like telling the whole world that she was finally mine. Damn, I even want to marry her as early as tomorrow morning. But knowing my fiery little kitten's temper, I'm sure she would be very mad at me when she wakes up, right? But could you blame me? I had never expected to lose control; she was just too sweet and addictive, and she wouldn't stop moaning my name, making me want to give her everything within me. She was too intoxicating for her own good. “Ouch… Morgan, you beast... It hurts,” Alexa whimpered, she was mumbling in her sleep. I smiled at her words, shaki

True to his words, after I had my release, Morgan just cleaned me up and sent me back to bed. He didn't do anything else, which was very surprising because he said he couldn't get enough of me. Ugh! Whatever, it's not as if I was anticipating having sex with him again. I was going crazy as I sat on the bed alone. He had gone out to get me some breakfast. Morgan seemed to be serious about me being his woman, but would he feel the same way if he knew about my condition? I might not even live up to a year considering I had no idea how my treatment would go. He seemed to want something long-term, so I should not give him hope, right? But wait, why am I even thinking so seriously about this? I just came to Ivory City to have fun, and one month is already gone. I just have two months left to enjoy my vacation and go for my treatment. Meeting Morgan was a mistake, and so is whatever is going on between us. It would be better to stay away from Morgan; the earlier I draw a clear line betwee