My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 218

Chapter 218: 218/Flashback (4)

Chapter 218: Flashback (23 Years Ago)

– The Assassination of an Angel

Author’s POV

Morgan froze in place, feeling as if time had ground to a halt. This was not the delicate, reserved "Violet" he had painted in his mind. This was another woman entirely, radiating a reckless boldness he hadn’t bargained for. Her breath teased his skin, and the heavy scent of her perfume trapped him.

While his mind screamed a warning at this sudden transformation, his heart hammered wildly under the spell of her eyes.

Meredith gave his shock no time to settle. She lunged forward, crashing her lips against his in a violent, feral kiss a kiss fueled by her hatred for Violet, her desire to incinerate her sister’s image, and her raw craving to possess this powerful man.

Morgan surrendered. His hands moved instinctively, coiling around her slender waist and pulling her flush against him, while his other hand buried itself in her hair, yanking her closer. The world outside ceased to exist; there was only the frantic thrum of their hearts and the ragged breath filling the silence of the opulent room.

He broke the kiss, gasping for air, and looked into eyes that shimmered with a strange, dark light. "Violet..." he rasped, his voice thick with desire. "You have no idea what you’re doing to me."

Meredith flashed a hidden, diabolical smirk as her fingers toyed with the buttons of his white shirt. "Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing, Morgan... I want to forget the world with you. I want to be yours alone tonight."

Morgan’s resistance crumbled. He swept her up in his massive arms and carried her toward the bedroom. He laid her gently on the plush bed, looming over her as he studied a face that seemed more beautiful than ever.

He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, his eyes locked on hers, while Meredith watched the ripple of his muscles and his athletic build with a fascination she had never felt for Stewart.

Once his shirt was gone, he leaned down, trailing searing kisses across her neck and shoulders. Meredith felt a violent shiver race through her entire body as his rough hands met her skin. With a swift motion, Morgan stripped away her clothes until she lay completely naked before him.

Meredith moaned softly under the weight of his touch, feeling his hard, engorged dick pressing against her thigh, announcing a primal hunger that threatened to consume him.

She wasn’t afraid; she felt a rush of triumph. She was in the arms of the man who wanted Violet, and she was currently desecrating the purity of the image Morgan held so dear.

Morgan hoisted himself up, positioning himself between her legs. With a thunderous thrust of his hips, he buried his dick entirely inside the deepest point of her pussy.

Meredith let out a loud cry, a blend of sharp pain and electric pleasure, her nails digging into his broad back as she felt his sheer size tearing through all her defenses.

Morgan began to move inside her with a violent, untamed rhythm, like a beast finally broken from its chains. Meredith was no less desperate; she writhed beneath him, urging him for more of those deep thrusts that shook her core.

Morgan fucked her with an unprecedented intensity, whispering the name "Violet" over and over, while Meredith laughed silently, knowing that tonight, she had stolen Violet’s entire life.

He dived into her with a violence born of long deprivation, while Meredith, beneath his weight, endured a seismic internal struggle. Each time his solid frame slammed against her, each time his dick sank deep into her vitals, she felt the walls of her hateful heart cracking.

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