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A sound I haven’t heard before rumbles from my chest. Why isn’t she grinding herself on me anymore? I move my hands down to her ass and she freezes. “Relax, kitten,” I tell her.
She hides her face in the crook of my neck as I slide my fingers over her ass crack and down to her pussy. I part her lips and meet nothing but sticky wetness. “All for me.”
She turns her head in my direction, and I grin against her mouth. “Is this all for me?” I ask, ramming my fingers into her tightness. She moans and I kiss her harder. I know she’s doing all this to pay off her debt, but right now, I couldn’t care less.
“I don’t want to get your pants dirty,” she says, sounding unsure.
I pull back and stare at her. “Look at me,” I order, but she diverts my gaze. “Storm,” I grunt. And when she focuses on me, I see the vulnerability in her eyes. She acts like a little fiery badass, but when it comes to sex, she’s so shy, and I like it more than I should. She may not be a virgin, but everything she does screams ‘I don’t know what I’m doing’. It feels like I’m taking all her firsts, and this gets me harder than I already am as I take off her shirt.
“I want everything from you, and this,” I tell her, my finger disappearing inside again and swirling around before teasing her little clenched hole. She sits up, and I grind my palm against her clit.
“Fuck,” she swears, her eyes wild and her body heaving. Her hard nipples press against my skin, even her raw lips from kissing me turn me on.
“I like the mess you made,” I growl, all possessive, looking at the stain on my black pants, and her cheeks flush. “I told you I only tell the truth when it comes to this. I’m not a good man, kitten, but I always tell the truth.”
“Why do people call you Summer?” she asks, raising a brow like a dare.
I chuckle. “Because I stabbed a kid with a yellow pencil when I was in kindergarten for bullying one of the guys.”
Her eyes widen in response, and I nod. “I promise there aren’t any pencils in the vicinity now.”
She looks at me, and when I raise my brow too, she laughs out loud, and I join her. I like her laugh and the feeling it gives me.
“I believe you,” she whispers. Her lips tip up in a tiny smirk, and I return it with my own. “I hope one day you’ll drown me with your arousal, while you ride my face.”
She slaps my chest playfully, and I grab my arm, feigning I’m hurt.
“Oh no, I’m sorry,” she apologizes, and then she leans forward and traces the scar on my right collarbone where one of the guys put a knife through when we were having an argument.
“It’s okay, kitten,” I tell her, focusing on her face and her closed eyes, loving the way she smiles. “I’m not done with you, not by a long shot.”
Her eyes open and she parts her lips while her hands move over my back, drawing me to her, and when she wraps both arms and legs around my body, I know I’ve got her where I want. I have Storm’s trust when I know she shouldn’t give it to me, because I’ll take so much more in the end. I’ll take it all, until there is nothing left.
DREAM
Storm
He picks me up into his arms like I weigh nothing. My hair spills down my back, and I hold on for dear life while he walks us into a bedroom. A soft light on the floor next to his bed casts a warm glow across the room. He places me gently on the bed and runs his hand through my hair and cups my chin. I whisper his name, and his lopsided grin is back for a second. “That was…” I tell him.
“Hot?”
I nod while he trails his eyes over my body, and for the first time, I don’t want to cover myself. Like a tiger, he moves on top of me, holding my body down in the white sheets. Hovering above me, he keeps all his weight on his hands and stares at me while his long hair tickles my cheek.
“What?” I whisper, pushing a couple of strands behind his ear. The apartment, I keep repeating in my head. A month, I remind myself. This is nothing but a business transaction, nothing more. But why does it feel different? Why do I feel safe with the scarred monster? Why do I like the way he tries to smile but can’t really, but still does it with his eyes? I know by the way the lines around his eyes crinkle.
He shakes his head and leans in and presses his lips to mine. I moan into his kiss, and I feel him smiling against my mouth. “I never take anyone into my room on this level.”
His bedroom, I think as my stomach swoops. His weight comes down on top of me, he makes a low protest sound in his chest and tries to roll me onto my side. I tighten my legs around his waist and keep them there. “I’ll crush you, kitten,” he purrs against my lips.
“I don’t care,” I reply, kissing him again, arching my back, my breasts rubbing against his skin. He grabs my hips and lines his dick against my entrance before teasing through my folds with his hard tip. I rock against him, wanting the man to slam himself inside, but he doesn’t while I trail my fingers over his back and all the way down to his firm ass. Why do I want this, when a minute ago he reminded me I’m nothing more than a debt to him? This is easier. I know after the month is up, I’m gone, and he’ll be gone too. I’m going to make it hurt too, by walking away after giving him everything.
He chuckles when I dig my nails in his globes. “So impatient, aren’t we? You know what I’ve got planned for you.” He stops talking when a ringtone fills the room. “Fuck, what now? They’ll stop calling eventually.” He moans, kissing me again. The phone keeps ringing. He jumps out of bed and picks it up, all agitated, and reads whatever is on there. Swearing in Korean, he shrugs a shirt over his head before making a call and leaving the room. I can’t hear what he’s saying, this house is soundproofed to the max. I fall back against the mattress and stare at the white ceiling. I turn my head from left to right, even the pillows smell like him. Like vanilla and home. I sit up with a start and clutch the sheets to my chest. Where the hell did this come from? I scan the bedroom. It’s perfect, there is nothing out of place except for a couple of books he’s got laying on his nightstand, and some art on the wall. A true bachelor house, and big.
He saunters back into the room and grabs his jacket hanging over a chair and fixes his pants. “I need to step out for a while, a meeting got pushed up,” he grunts, not looking at me.
“Okay, do you want me to go?” I ask, looking around the room, not knowing what to do.
He glares at me. “No, you stay here, don’t go out. I’ve got my men and cameras outside, so I’ll know if you try to leave, and I’ll just drag you back here. Remember our deal,” he says as anger shines through his voice.
