“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
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