Before I Fall

Chapter Twenty-four

Morgan sprung out of her sleep in fright at the explosive sound. What in the world could that be? Her body was coated in sweat plus she was breathing like she just finished a marathon. Her skin felt like it was about to fall right off the bones, like someone had doused her in gasoline and set her ablaze.

This felt like it could've been one of her attacks but no, this was something different. Something much worse. Her vagina was drenched and dripping causing the silk material of her shorts to stick to it like glue. Her nippples strained against the mesh covering. The duvet was on the floor and as she reached down to pick it up, every bone in her body ground against each other, contorting her in twisted positions she didn't think was possible. A loud piercing cry was ripped from Morgan's throat as she moved, it was as if her body was being controlled by something else. Her demon felt like she was ripping through her skin to get out, then suddenly it went still. Alex. Without a second thought, Morgan reached under her pillow and pulled out her trusty vibrator. She didn't even bother taking off her her shorts, her fingers found the highest speed. Morgan tried to come, however, this time it wasn't working. Her bud kept pulsating, it needed something more. As she was about to slip the vibrating egg inside her, Morgan heard heavy self-assured steps in her house. Who the fuck was that?

Before she could think to even make it off her bed, Morgan's bedroom door blasted open making her shriek and protect her head as wooden splinters flew everywhere. Fear washed over her causing her body tremble and her eyes water. Slowly lifting her head to look towards the rubble of what use to be her door, those heavy steps came closer crushing the debris under expensive leather boots. Morgan's eyes rose to look at her intruder only to see that pompous asshole Raven standing there with a blank expression on his face. The level of shock and anger she felt going through her veins at that moment was astounding, so much so that she choked because she didn't know what to say, but he did.

"Now you really have my attention." his deep voice resonated with her but also pissed her off more.

"Dude, what the fuck?!" she shouted in anger. However, her anger and glare did not faze him. Instead he stepped further into her room and as he did so, the remnants of her door started falling back into place behind him building itself up piece by piece. All Morgan could do was watch in fascination as even pieces that were stuck in her hair flew back into it's very own space. By the time Raven got to the center of the room, it was as if her bedroom door wasn't in smithereens mere seconds ago. Nonetheless, her attention was pulled back to the very big invasive male that stood like a boulder in her room, so lifeless and yet magnificent.

Her adrenaline kicked in immediately and within a few seconds, Morgan sat up and skillfully retrieved her golden weapon out of the side table and aimed it directly towards the man who didn't even flinch. In fact, he looked bored and unimpressed. Morgan assessed his attire; long dress coat, crewneck sweatshirt and fitted wool pants in all black of course looking like the true crow he was. As usual his face and hair was perfection so Morgan quickly steeled her mind against his devilish wiles. Showing that she meant business, Morgan took the gun off safety, slid the barrel and pulled back the hammer while never taking her eyes off him and her finger resting comfortably on the trigger.

"What are you doing here?" Morgan asked with authority. When he didn't answer but proceeded to take two steps towards her bed, Morgan fired two rounds at his feet making him halt his steps immediately. She then aimed the gun at his head.

"Answer the question or the next bullet will be between your eyes!" she demanded.

"I think we both know the answer to that Morgan." he said. There was no inflection in his voice, he gave nothing away. Damn him for saying her name like that! Pondering his words for a moment, she had been thinking that he could be her mate and even though a side of her craved him, a rebellious spirit took hold of her being because she would not be swayed so easily. Not like this, not so quickly but then again she was running out of time and the pickings were slim out there.

"You shall not lay a finger on me." Morgan finished bitterly before firing three times at him. To her shock, he just barely moved his head to the side, sending the three bullets into her wall, ruining it. Morgan went to fire again but one second he was in the middle of the room, the next he was at her bedside wringing the gun from out her hand then skillfully flipping it so that now the hot muzzle was now pressed against her temple, burning her. A whimper left her lips. Shit!

"I've lost count of how many times you have insulted me with your thoughts and with your words." his voice was softer now but he pressed the gun harder against her head. Steadying her breathing as her heart boomed in her chest, Morgan asked,

"Can you read my mind?"

"I don't have to. It's written all over your face when you look at me."

"Is that so? Well, what is it saying now?" Morgan dared to stare him in the eyes when she asked the question, he was a son of a bitch for coming in here and acting like he owned the place, like he owned her. Still holding the weapon at her head, he bent a little so he could get closer as he stared right back at her.

"You think that I should kill you so you won't be tortured but in fact, you want me to fuck you into oblivion." Morgan's body shivered at his words. Her dark brown eyes never left his weird whitish-grey ones.

"So which one are you going to choose?" she asked boldly. Removing the gun from her temple he placed the now warm muzzle on Morgan's forehead, pressing it into her flesh, forcing her to fall back on to her elbows. This was it, he made his choice and Morgan didn't think she was ready to go yet. She had her grandmother and Lourdes to live for. Even her baby brother, who would save him from that bitch Mignon?!

Straight away, Morgan noticed that the gun began moving down her face slowly, in a teasing manner. Down the line of her nose, over the thick hills of her lips to fall off the cliff of her chin and down into the valley of her bosom. Morgan watched as Raven's eyes followed the gun everywhere it went. He continued to moved the weapon down inside her cleavage then up the mountain towards the peak of her left nipple where he moved it in a circular motion. Morgan gasped then held her breath at the action. To say Morgan was turned on was an understatement. One would need an oven mitt to touch her because of the amount of heat she was radiating. This man knew what he was doing, his head leaned in concentration. He seemed like a student tinkering with an unknown experiment or new toy. Her nipple was about to burst through the flimsy material and her juice flowed like a dam that broke it's banks.

He pushed the dangerous tool down then hooked it under the mesh cropped top, pulling it up and over her breasts springing them free of their restraint. Her lungs were withering and Morgan finally realeased a shaky breath. His voice finally broke the tension in the room,

"I could kill you right here and now. No one would be able to stop me..." He never took his eyes off her breasts as he rubbed the gun gently over each of them, torturing her as his finger remained on the trigger. His eyes then shifted to her crotch area.

"It would save me a lot of trouble if I do it right now but I want to know what you taste like first before I break your pretty little neck." That statement alone should have sent any decent woman scampering away to safety but instead Morgan's body shuddered in excitement with an ounce of fear and somehow her pussy got wetter.

He got on one knee beside her and lowered himself to lick that tormented left chocolate nipple. Morgan didn't miss the two tongue rings adequately placed on his long pink muscle. She did another sharp intake when she felt the cold gun slide over her silk shorts and in between her legs. Up and down he went over her shorts, creating a friction on her sensitive spot. With his free hand, he brushed back the soft silky hair that tickled Morgan's skin and got in his face. Oh, how she wished she could run her fingers through his hair. She regreted saying that he was wearing a wig because no wig could look this good. Morgan wanted to be the one to hold his hair back as he sucked on her breasts like he was doing now. Her brows furrowed as she watched him expertly please her by just licking her tits and rubbing a gun against her cooch. He stopped what he was doing suddenly to look her in the eyes and ask,

"Why aren't you moaning for me?"

"You will never hear a sound from me you bastard." Morgan whispered with venom. This made him smile, a wide teeth-baring gorgeous smile.

"You'll be singing my name at the top of your lungs soon." Raven promised.