You're Not Sorry, Morgan

Morgan's POV

“You have to try to get everything back. You have to be that awesome, insane woman, not this weakling that was just about to hurt my feelings and die when I wasn't done with her just yet. Where's my Morgan?”

I glared, but I wanted him to see it. I tried craning my neck to do just that.

“I'm not yours.”

“You want to turn around? Let me help.”

Sometimes I wondered if I was extra weak or if he was just so mighty that he would just spin me around so easily.

I was spun around, and I was now straddling him, both of us shoulder deep into the water.

He was too close, his hair so wet and pretty, his skin so smooth. He looked so good as our eyes met.

He wrapped his arms around my back and sometimes would just try to calm me down with them in a soothing way. He was not interested in my breasts touching his chest, nothing. He was hard underneath me, rock hard, but it didn't seem to be a concern of his.

“Good now?”

I nodded, still under his spell, the spell he conjured with his deep voice.

“So, where is that girl, that fighter who will stop at nothing?”

He placed my stray wet hairs behind my ears, staring at me in such a way that brought life back to my chest. I didn't like it. He shouldn't have the power to do that.

“You've taken everything from me. You've gotten your revenge. What else do you want from me? At least let me die.”

Something dark glinted across his eyes.

“If you say that again, I'll kill you myself.”

“Be my guest.”

This man brought his face even closer, and he breathed hard into mine with a crazy smile.

I almost lost it, especially when he hissed right after.

“There we go. The fire. I knew it was still in you. You know you're the only thing that excites me these days.”

He reached for my jaw, placing his hand over it, trying to pet me. I'm so shameless because I rested my head on it.

“That's such a hurtful thing to say. I'm not meant to be your amusement, or anybody else's.”

“Does that make you angry and vile again? Does that make you want to go crazy?”

“A lot. It makes me want to stab your chest with a dagger.”

His smile grew even wider. I'm not even sure what was going on, but I didn't want it to stop all of a sudden. I was starting to feel better, the bath was like medicine. At a point I couldn't believe I was just about to kill myself.

“You're back. Good. Don't ever do such a thing like that again, you hear me?”

I just glared.

“Be a good girl and nod.”

I rolled my eyes and looked away, pushing his hands away from my jaw. I'd like to think it was because he was annoying me but deep down it was because I suddenly couldn't breathe.

He soon lathered me and took care of me, then he took me out when he was done, cleaned me perfectly and dropped me on the bed. His bed. His comfy, wonderful bed I was wickedly eaten out the last time I was on it.

He stepped out for a moment and returned moments later with a tray of food and snacks. I was so not hungry, not a single appetite. He got in bed with me, making himself comfortable.

He brought the first spoon full to my lips. I shook my head.

“I'm not hungry. I don't want to eat.” Sure I was hungry, but food just didn't sound appealing to me at all. For some reason, it sounded like the worst thing ever.

He was not smiling with me by the way.

“You will open your mouth and eat. I don't want to hear that.”

I frowned.

“Bully.”

“That's right. Your personal bully, now open your pretty mouth for your enemy. It's poisoned.”

I rolled my eyes and scoffed.

Poisoned my ass.

If he did that to make me open my mouth then it was well played, because I opened it.

Our eyes clashed as I chewed. When the taste hit, I was beginning to remember how much I loved food. I didn't hate it anymore. I practically moaned as he kept feeding me.

“It tastes so good!”

“Yeah, almost as good as me.” I smiled in my mind but frowned at him.

“Not sure how you taste but I doubt it. You couldn't possibly.”

“Want to find out?” He scooted closer, his deeper meaning so heavy on his face.

My core sprang up alive instantly.

“No. I'll bite it off the second it's in my mouth.”

Lies. I imagined myself perfectly on my knees, sucking him off. It honestly sounded like premium euphoria, like something I was undeserving of.

“I would've believed you if you weren't all over it the night we met again. Don't worry, there's time. Very soon biting it would be the last thing on your mind. You'd beg me to choke you with it.”

The nasty whispering again. My nipples were beginning to betray me. I couldn't take it.

“Just feed me and stop talking about your stupid cock, you manwhore.”

He laughed again, and I fought everything inside me that was threatening to make a smile form on my lips as well. No way in hell I was having that. My cheeks heated anyway, they didn't care.

After eating, he gave me drugs, and we called it a night. He tucked me right into his bed, and he did the most shocking, unexpected thing.

Sure he's been acting like a gentleman all evening but choosing to sleep on the floor so I would be comfortable on the bed?

Insane.

All of a sudden, it felt like he wasn't the one tormenting me. Many times into the night I would call out to him just to make sure he was still awake and watching over me.

“Don't worry, I'm the only one allowed to hurt you. You're safe.”

“Thank you.” I had to be grateful. I preferred his punishment to others. I didn't want to be at the mercy of any other person.

“Calm Morgan is also sweet though.” He muttered at one point, and of course it annoyed me.

“Shut up.”

“Yes my queen.” Rude son of a bitch. I knew he was being sarcastic. There's no time he's called me that, that it wasn't laced in pure sarcasm. I truly hated it. I needed to start ignoring it as much as I could because it seemed the more I told him to stop, the more he did it to piss me off.

“I'm sorry about everything though.” I kind of wanted this to be over, and apologizing is pretty easy.

“You're not sorry, Morgan. Not sorry at all.”

My smile was the widest. If only he could see.

“I'm not.”

“I guess we are even now.” I scoffed. Is he crazy? Even? He's out of his mind.

“Barely.”

Sleep soon dragged me towards it, and I sank deep in it, gloriously. I had such a great night.