All Chapters of Don't Mess With DRACO: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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

Author's POV Morgan's hand hung in the air, seeing Alexa reject him with such determination. For the first time in his life, he felt fear. A fear of losing something he had already thought was a part of his life. If he had not experienced this bliss, it would have been different. But he had already had a taste, and he was so deeply immersed in it that he didn't think he could extricate himself from it. No! He didn't want to. He needed Alexa; it was enough torture that she was not always with him and within his line of sight. It was already so unbearable that she had to leave whenever they were together. But now she didn't even want him to touch her? Did she want to drive him crazy? Did she want him to chain her just so he could keep her and make her stay with him? If that was what it took to keep her, he would do it even if she hated him for it. But he didn't want her to hate him; he wanted her to be the center of his universe. He wanted her to see him as a friend, a life companio

Author's POV Alexa blushed in embarrassment, seeing just how easily she had reacted to his touch but didn't understand why he had stopped when he had awakened a thirst for something more within her. She wanted to ask him but couldn't find the right words when the car door opened. “We have arrived, sir,” the chauffeur said. “Go ahead, we would be out in a minute,” Morgan said to the chauffeur, then turned to Alexa, stretching his hands for her to take. “Come with me,” he said gently, but it still felt like a command. She placed her hand on top of his, and they made their way out of the car with Morgan's hold on her hand never loosening throughout the whole process. Alexa's eyes widened seeing the majestic building in front of her. It looked ancient like a castle in medieval times, but it also had a modernized style about it. With statues and a beautiful fountain in front of it. It was late in the night and the skies were dark, but the lamp posts gave the building a warm glow, as i

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

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