Antidote For What?

Morgan's POV

He roared against my mouth as he kept rubbing himself harder, increasing momentum while I just let him do it.

“You're not acting like you're trying to destroy me right now.”

“That is definitely in the works. For now…”

And I was lowered onto the balcony.

“What are you doing?”I gasped, shaking. I didn't need to look down. With one push, I could fall to my death. I wanted to die days ago and now I was terrified of just the thought?

“You didn't even need all that lipstick to try to ruin me, and you knew it.”

“What?”

His breath was dragged as he pulled down my dress. I was half way naked, shamelessly using his chest to hide my breasts, rubbing them hard against him and watching him go crazy.

“It's your turn to have me tonight, my queen. Since you don't want me to fuck you, I won't, but I will own your neck on this balcony and make it all mine.”

The fear of falling to my death returned.

“I'm going to fall…”

“Not when I'm holding you.”

I trusted him as he sounded so assuring.

I let myself go and trusted him, I let him bruise my neck and shoulders while I was basically hanging from the balcony and could fall to my death at any point.

I was left hopeless and wanting more, but at this point, letting him fuck me would be practicing self hate, since I had no more cards to play without extreme future thinking.

When he was done leaving me with bruises and a swollen clit because I never got to come, I was about to leave when this psychopath invited a concubine. I was not having it at all.

I had barely left! How dare he do that?

I dragged that concubine out and head on went to attack him.

“I thought you said it was my night?” I reached him on that balcony and dragged him to the bed, panting hard as he just followed me.

“You'll have to compete for my love. You're no longer my favourite for now. What were you expecting when you refused to open your legs for me?”

My face scrunched up in pure disgust.

“Who wants to love you? Eww.”

Apparently he had been enabling and humoring me. He grabbed me by my throat just before he would fall to the bed, and I landed right on him.

His breath was hard against my face, his hand still around my throat. Our breathing mirrored, excess tension, the need to peel out of our clothes and just fuck, but I couldn't, no matter how hot he looked as he stared at me in nothing but pure longing.

Only stupid girls would open their legs for a life destroyer like Azriel.

“By the time I'm done with you, you will, and I will have an awesome time, breaking you completely. Mark my words.”

You see? You see? I'm done with him this time, I promise. I'm done letting him play with me. We are enemies and we should make use of boundaries, not rub cores against each other.

That's such a stupid thing to do. The most stupid thing that happened that night was the fact that I shut the door of my room and helped myself finish to the memory of the way he wickedly devoured my pussy days ago.

I miss it. I want it again.

I woke up the next morning determined to start getting back at him. For not letting me die, I guess he was truly going to suffer the consequences.

I started out by making myself comfortable in the kitchen, making something for him. When I was done, I took it straight to his chambers.

He eyed it when I dropped it on the table. Surprisingly, he was still fast asleep, his eyes red, and I had just woken him up.

“Oh I'm sorry, did I wake you up?” Again, it's crazy how his guards just let me get access to his room. Oh how I wonder, did he seriously think I'm not a threat to him? Well if he must know, Morgan is back for blood, and she wants everything back.

Hey groaned deeply, running his hands through his beautiful hair.

“Of course it had to be you. After fucking my fists to you all night until the skin of my cock peeled off, you show up in the flesh to torment me even more? Why? What do you want now?”

He genuinely sounded frustrated, but I couldn't help but pause at some of his words. He came to me all night? My ears instantly went red, happiness exploding within me.

“Get up, I made you something yummy for breakfast from the goodness of my awesome heart.”

I watched his frame get out of bed, looking so hot in the morning. Of course the morning wood didn't fail to make an appearance and like I already knew, he was shameless.

He eyed the dish deeply.

“Why?” He asked when he reached me, forcing a kiss on my cheeks like he had the right.

Doesn't he get the memo that he shouldn't be attracted to me after everything he's done to me? He even swore to break my heart. The audacity. We'll see who's heart gets broken when this is all over, because my head is so in the game.

“Why not? Can't I care for the man who's stolen everything I have? What a question you ask. It sounds so weird.”

“Well, no. That's not normal behavior. It's psychotic.”

He took a look at the food.

“It's poisoned, isn't it?”

“Why would I poison you?”

“Obvious reasons.”

“Come on, have some.” I urged him fully to pick up a piece and have a deep bite. He chewed gracefully, his eyes never leaving mine. He took a couple more bites and chewed till they were all down his throat, and that's when a crude smile assaulted my lips.

I even jumped to my feet, for pure joy.

He just paused as he stared at me in confusion. As usual, men are idiots, especially when they are after your pretty, soaked cunt.

“What?” I couldn't stop jumping, my heart suddenly brightening. For the first time in such a long time, I finally got him right in my trap. I was no longer on the losing end.

“Why won't I jump when I just got an edge?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” His spoon lowered back onto his plate, slow realization hitting him, his voice lower as well.

“You think I'm a fool like you?”

His shoulders tightened, and I could feel darkness emanate from him. Well, it was already too late.

“I won't ask you again, Morgan. What the fuck are you talking about? What did you do?”

I wasn't scared at all. For the first time in such a long time, I felt fearless and unstoppable.

He seemed to lose composure and stagger for a bit, and I could tell immediately that it was kicking in. He noticed, his eyes locked on mine, raw anger and a hint of panic being conveyed across it.

“You got your chance to poison me and you didn't. That's foolish behavior towards someone you hate to death. I can't relate, obviously. Your bowel is going to get so fucked you'll beg me for the antidote and you're going to get super weak—”

His voice hit mine, sharp and unsettling, his neck tilted.

“Antidote? Did you just say antidote? For what?”

He was still chewing on the disgusting thing I made like a fucking idiot. He took another confusing big bite.

“I'm so excited just thinking about it actually—”

“You poisoned me.” It seemed to settle in his head right then.

“You truly poisoned me. I give you a little bit of freedom and what you do is fucking poison me?” His voice was rather cracked, broken and hurt for some reason. Poor guy.

“What else would I have done with freedom? You're the one that told me to fight you back!”

He nodded, wearing a rather sad smile.

“I just…I can't believe you did it. I would've never done something like that to you…” He was staggering again. I never thought I would see such a wonderful day like this before.

I couldn't care less.

“Oh well. It happens. Now you see why you should've just let me die? I'm not a good person like you've been trying to convince yourself that you are. I'm unapologetically Morgan. I don't pretend.”

He took another bite again, his eyes darkening more. Something scary flickered through his eyes.

I ignored it, and I started pacing across the room. I suddenly saw a future where I was back inside it from the corner of my eyes as the owner. I also saw a future where I got everything back. It excited me.

I put a hand to my chin, pretending to think hard.

“Hmm, what should I make you do first? Transfer ownership back to me, go on your knees and get tied—”

It happened in a second.

Staggering Azriel had somehow reached me, and the second I opened my mouth to scream, he crashed his lips against mine. My head violently hit the wall, then straight to the bed.

This man moved with strength I had never seen, and I was aggressively pressed to the bed, and this bastard was forcing everything he had just eaten into my own mouth.

“Stop, what the hell are you doing!”

I kicked and tried to scream but Azriel’s mouth was literally inside mine. He brazenly pushed the food into my mouth, and he kept us there so I had no choice but to swallow.

That's when I knew I was fucked. I was so fucking fucked and done.