Before I Fall

Chapter Sixty-three

"Obey." the word was faint on her lips and Morgan wasn't even sure she herself had spoken the word but it hung in the air. Suddenly, her lungs began expanding, her strength was returning and her fingers had life again. With a flutter, her eyes opened but her vision was different. Everything looked different, the yellow filter from her previous days in heat had clouded her eyes. She sat upright when she felt the magnetic pull of liquid flowing into her wrist. Every pint of red velvet she'd released into their bath was flowing back into her arms. The reverse button was in motion and Morgan was putting all her crumbled pieces together again. She watched amazed by her own ability as the water became clean and the slice on her arms fused together again, making her skin flawless as before. The painful wounds on her shoulder and neck were also gone which brought her great relief. She'd done it. She'd will her body to heal itself rapidly and it followed.

Her upper half spun around to look at the man who's brow lifted to acknowledge her achievement. He didn't even look the least bit worried that she would have failed at her first attempt. She wanted to screw the hell out of him. He had a slump posture, elbows propped up on the edge of the hot tub as he looked at her and Morgan wasted no time in righting herself to straddle him. Their lips were connected within milliseconds as Morgan offered her gratitude for his teaching. She was still sore after their bedroom ordeal but she desperately rubbed herself against his hard member nonetheless. Roman pulled away and stared into her eyes with intensity.

"You are a true prodigy Morgan and you will learn at my feet."

"Yes." Roman hadn't asked a question or even gave her the option to decide whether or not she wanted to be his protégé, yet she agreed.

"I will have your mind and body and fuck your soul to ashes. My thoughts will be yours and my every word your command, is that understood?"

"Yes." she answered again without a second thought. Morgan was thoughtlessly putting her life, her control, into Roman's hands and for what? His physical attention?

He captured her lips in a sweet embrace again. Morgan's whole body fell weak to his touch and she wanted more. Roman pulled away again to cup her jaw with his hand, starving her of what she wanted. His eyes focused on her thick, swollen lips.

"Would you die for me?" he asked in a whisper.

"I... I..." Morgan didn't know what to say. Her yellow vision suddenly became clear. She had already given up her will to him so what was her life? Would he finally be pleased when she was permanently gone? Would he fully appreciate her then? She wanted to live for Lourdes, for Mercer and to please him. However, Roman was taking her life slowly each time he fed on her. So either way, she was dying for him and dying to protect her siblings from him. He wouldn't have their blood!

"How will I know that you're willing to bear the burden of being mine if you wouldn't give your life for me? Is your love a lie, Morgan?"

How dare he doubt her! She had to have his trust. Roman had to know that she'd do anything he wanted of her.

"No, no! I think you know how I feel" she argued.

"Then tell me... will you die for me?"

"Yes." Morgan answered in a low voice.

"Good girl."

A tear slipped from her eye at the realization of how low she'd sunk to gain even an ounce of love from him. This was real, she would willingly take a bullet for the devil. Morgan's self loathing and anxiety consumed her because of how easily Roman was able to possess her, had her committing to things she'd never thought she'd possibly do. Yes, she was cursed to be his.

"I will mold you to my liking, a tool to be used on my every whim." Roman continued.

Roman was brazenly telling her that she had little value, only to be wielded then discarded and yet she still wanted to offer herself. Morgan could only nod her head in agreement. The beautiful bastard didn't hold back when her kissed her ferociously. He wasn't gentle when he placed her sore body on his thick, hard flesh and had her screaming in ecstasy over and over again. Even with legs on his shoulders and her feeble pleas of mercy on her recovering body, Roman's unwavering stamina had her coming and creaming repeatedly until she was utterly spent.