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She shivers by whatever she sees reflected in my eyes, and I want to ask her so many things, but first, I need her, I need this. I need to feel a connection with someone for once in my life. With a groan, I reach down and wrap one of her legs around my ass and pull out a little before aligning myself again with her entrance, staring deep into her eyes. And I decide then and there, whatever happens, I’m keeping Storm. She may not get my heart but she’ll have my body. I’m not letting another come near her ever again, she belongs to me now. I’m going to fake I don’t want to keep her until she asks me, no, begs me to stay.
REALITY
Storm
Why is he looking at me like that? His possessive gaze takes my breath away and makes my heart slam in my chest. And the way he’s opening me up for him hurts and burns. Holy shit, he’s bigger than the asshole who had me the first time, I think. I’m glad now I don’t remember a thing, because this, with him, feels like the first time. And I wanted my first time to be special. Maybe this is special, fucked up and scary, but I don’t care. I try to get comfortable with his length and width. Why does this really feel like the first time? I’m nervous but I like him more than I want to admit to myself. Because I know after the month is up, we’ll both go our separate ways, and a part of me doesn’t want to go when I know I should to protect my heart.
“Tell me if I’m being too rough,” he says, his gravel voice going straight to my clit. I shake my head, and without warning, he slams inside, and I gasp, probably scarring his back with my nails. I clamp down on him and shiver, pushing against his body.
“Fuck, you’re big, I can’t, holy shit,” I moan when he rolls into me. He stops before powering into me again, and I yell out in pain and pleasure, swearing up a storm.
“You like it rough, don’t you? Tell me the truth,” he whispers against my ear, licking at the shell.
“Yes, oh fuck, please, don’t stop, and stop,” I say through gritted teeth.
“I felt your cunt clench around me, so I guess you like it like this. Me taking what I want from you,” he groans, his shoulders shaking a little.
I bite on my bottom lip. “To tell you the truth, I have no idea.” Why is my pussy clenching around him when he glares at me all possessive? “Oh please,” I beg in Korean, and he smirks, or tries to.
“We’ll figure out what you like,” he says, brushing his lips over mine.
“Summer, don’t stop,” I rasp, and clutch at his chest, pushing him away, or drawing him close, I have no idea. His eyes are hungry as he licks his lips, the scar on his face only adding to the sensation of being taken by a monster, because I know he is. His bloody hands are a testimony to that fact. I’m scared and excited at the same time, because I know he’s not going to hurt me. I hope he doesn’t, and I hope he does at the same time, it will make it easier for me to walk away. I brush his long hair behind his ears, and he leans into my touch while I trace the tips of my trembling fingers over the scar. I can’t help panting against his parted lips as he smirks. I shiver when his possessive look lands on the place where we are connected. His dick is stretching my pussy lips, and my clit twitches in response.
“Relax, kitten,” he purrs, his arms shaking while he hovers above me.
“I can’t,” I gasp. “You fit so good.” I breathe hard and clasp my mouth shut. Why did I just tell him that?
“You shouldn’t be embarrassed, I like it too,” he growls, while he rams in deeper, filling me completely. He holds all his weight on his arms, trying not to crush me.
“Don’t hold back,” I moan, as he shoves my thigh up and groans.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He yanks on my hair and pulls me closer to him. Licking his lips, his eyes roam over my face.
“Please,” I beg, the words getting stuck in my throat. He smirks against my mouth, those dark eyes searching mine. For what, I have no idea. He seals his lips over mine, taking my breath away, our tongues dancing together.
I arch up into him and he groans and mutters my name while he keeps holding his weight on his elbows.
“Fuck, Storm,” he whispers, pulling back to catch his breath and dropping his lips to mine again. I slip my hands in his hair, tugging like I know he likes. He surges forward, and I gasp, pushing at his chest. “Wait, oh fuck, it hurts.”
He looks at me with a concerned frown, drawing those eyebrows together. He guides himself up and out of me.
“No,” I sigh. Not having him inside leaves me with an empty feeling I haven’t felt before. I grab him by the back of the head and smash my lips to his as I yank him closer. He falls on top of me, making sure to catch his weight on his right side. He winces and I apologize.
“No.” He shakes his head. “It’s an old wound,” he says, running a hand over his ribs where I see a couple of scars that resemble surgical ones.
Those dark eyes lock on mine, and he grins. “It hurts me not to be inside of you all the time.”
“For a scary mafia guy, you know how to say all the right things.” I chuckle as his fingers tease my side.
“Hey.” He laughs. “You’re not the only one who watches K-dramas. And I like the way you laugh, then again, I like it when you scream my name more.”
I slap his six pack playfully as he runs his hand over my cheek. “I know you have a soft spot somewhere.”
He shakes his head. “I can’t afford to, this is the only me you’re getting,” he grunts, his glare focused on me.
“The only you?” I ask, my voice wavering. What does he mean?
He says something in Korean I don’t understand and brushes his knuckles over my parted lips. His hand travels down my curves and stops at my pussy. I close my thighs as a reflex, and he shakes his head, shoving them open and looking at me.
