Novel & Cerita Liv Morgan Hot

Theron's POV I had to get rid of Morgan once and for all; he had caused too many problems and inflicted far too much pain on those that I cared about. I found it unbelievable how anyone could be so greedy and cruel to do the things that he had. Lara may be the mother of his quadruplets, and what she had done in the beginning, not declaring Eliza, was nothing compared to what Morgan had done. Lara was my mate and the love of my life. I had promised her the world, and I would keep that promise. I wanted Morgan out of the way, ultimately. How could my mate and the children live peacefully if he was still lurking around? He may be locked away, but that didn't change the fact that he was still br

She swallowed, closed her eyes for a few seconds and then answered. “The Morgan Corporation has some dealings with the Tarzel Cartel, I need to know what exactly it is” she replied and Damien raised a brow. “It’s dangerous” he replied and LioraMs lips parted and then she nodded. “I know but I still want to know,” she replied. She knew how dangerous it was. After all she had died over it in her last life. She needed to know what exactly the deals that the Morgans had with the cartel. Was it just ninety laundering? That was one of the accusations pinned on her in her last life. She had changed the trajectory of her life and she still neeeded to uncover the truth of what had happened.

The music wasn't bad, but Morgan would have preferred something with more of a country twang. He sipped his bourbon, thinking the background music was going to put people to sleep before they could sign their checks. Ah well, what did he know about business tactics and fundraising. He was a contractor. He knew nails and two-by-fours, not how to persuade people out of their money. Lily Anderson walked by on her way over to Jacqui and Morgan stopped lifting his glass to his lips as he watched her pass. I'm much better at talking women out of their skirts. I'll stick to what I know best.

"Oh, no. That looks terrible. I don't understand, honestly. Why do you have to fight unnecessary like this? Don't you know that people can die because of inner-bruised organs?" The unpleased voice complained again. Her hands were touching his chest gently, her eyes looked all over to see where else he got hit by Bernardo's body weapon. Leo felt his body heat up with just her soft hands touching and stroking his skin. His boxers got the bulge in the middle as his shaft expanded rapidly. Stella took a look at his upper body seriously and then when she looked down she saw between his legs, there was a big bulge there, she blushed and tried to ignore it.

I turned sharply, eyes scanning the darkness. “Liam?” No answer. Then, out of the gloom, someone stepped forward. Not Liam. Morgan. He looked different. Thinner. Older. His clothes were torn, his eyes hollow, but there was something in his expression I didn’t recognize, a strange calm, like someone who’d already made peace with a terrible choice. “Morgan?” I whispered, unable to believe it. “You’re alive.” He gave a small, humorless smile. “Depends on what you mean by alive.”

He tried to pull away, but Morgan held him down, still buried deep. Morgan didn't stop thrusting even as he noticed me. If anything, he angled Levi’s hips so I could see better, a filthy smirk crossing his face as he looked straight at me. “Well? Are you gonna stand there watching… or are you gonna come help me ruin your boy?” Damn it. I was done for, because I wanted to join them badly. I've had one or two fantasies with Morgan and Levi but I knew it was going to come so soon My mouth felt dry and my heart was racing. I should’ve been pissed, I should’ve dragged Levi off that cock and punched Morgan. Instead, I stepped closer, eyes glued to where they were joined,the way Morgan's dick disap

Her eyes travelled from Heath to Cameron, and landed on Rhett, her expression wary – and no wonder, Rhett thought as he followed her gaze, for both Cameron and Heath’s wolf was in their eyes. “Morgana Ivy,” he said to break the tension. “I should have known. I think on some level, I did know. I just didn’t…” “Rhett tells us that you draw men getting off with other men for a living,” Cameron grinned his leer, gripping his c-ck lewdly through his jeans. “Let me guess your inspiration.”

She dangled the phone mockingly before smashing it onto the concrete floor. The screen shattered. Not satisfied, she ground her stiletto into the wreckage, reducing it to fragments. My restraint snapped, rage boiling over, but Morgan reveled in it. "You're not just paying $500,000; you're going to grovel at my livestream, begging for forgiveness. Nobody messes with Morgan Lamb." The name hit like a thunderbolt. Weeks ago, I'd glimpsed a heart emoji with a "Mo" on Nick's lock screen. When I asked, he dismissed it as a client. Now the truth was undeniable.

Morgan hears through his Bluetooth while talking to someone else. "Well, I am ready for whatever they want. I just want Ivan. Nothing else," Mr. Morgan replies. "I assure you, Mr. Morgan, Ivan will come to your doorstep to marry your daughter. I will break him very badly and will leave him out of nowhere. Then that greedy bastard will absolutely reach you for your precious daughter," the person says from the other side. "He isn't weak, Damon. He is powerful. Don't underestimate his power. He is only 26 years old but has 80 years of experience. He knows what to use at what time," Mr. Morgan says, hearing the person's chuckle.

And there she was. Destiny Morgan stood in the center of the living room, bathed in that warm light, wearing nothing but delicate black lingerie that clung to her curves like a second skin. The sheer lace barely covered her breasts, the tiny panties riding high on her hips. Her hair fell loosely around her shoulders, and her eyes gleamed with dark amusement and unmistakable hunger. “Come and take what you want so badly,” she provoked, her voice low and teasing, laced with that commanding edge he could never resist.