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“I’ve already touched you, or have you forgotten?”
“Fuck off,” I growl, and he smirks. Smug fuck.
“So you wore this dress to be fucked by another man?” His abrupt change of subject spins my head, but I follow him as I try to free my arm.
“Obviously. I certainly didn’t put it on with ideas about fucking you,” I hiss, throwing all self-preservation out the window. If he wants a fight, I’ll start a fucking war.
“You test my very thin patience,” he warns, and I scoff.
“Like I give a fuck. I’m sick of this fight. Stay out of my life!” I snap, yanking to free my arm, but Storm holds tight. We reach the room, and he opens the door, shoving me inside easily.
I cross my arms over my chest now that he’s released me, and as he continues to look over my list, I study the room.
It’s simple, in a way. Almost gothic. The walls are red with black trim. There’s a massive king-size bed with black satin sheets and a mountain of pillows. The bag I’m still holding is heavy, and the one Storm has is even bigger. The carpet is black, and there are mirrors on the ceiling. It’s nice.
“What are you even doing here?” I huff, glancing at him. Good heavens, why is he so hot? The black button-up he’s wearing is tight over his muscles, and his hair is styled messy, looking like someone was running their hands through it while they fucked him.
His black slacks aren’t hiding the bulge, and when he turns away from me to place the bag on the small table beside the bed, I can’t help but admire the way his ass looks in them.
“What do you think I’m doing here, Roxy?” he asks, finally turning to face me. Our eyes meet, sending shocks of desire through me. Fuck, he’s so attractive. I hate how badly I want him.
“Don’t know, that's why I asked you.” I look away, breaking the connection that was sizzling between us. Storm just laughs.
“Let’s see, your safe word is…death? Ominous,” Storm chuckles, and I flip him off. “You want to put an end to tonight, say it.” He gestures to me, and I uncross my arms. Lifting my chin, I meet his eyes.
“You first, asshole,” I dare, and he smirks.
“Oh, baby, but it’ll be so much more fun to push you till you break and admit how badly you want me.” And then he’s on me. I scream, as Storm snatches me off my feet, and tosses me on the bed like I weigh nothing. I yelp, trying to scramble to my knees and crawl away, but before I can, Storm is straddling my chest. Pinning one arm under his knee, he yanks the other above my head and ties a rope restraint around it. Then he does the same for the other. Ropes that I didn’t notice were pre-secured to the bed.
As he moves down my body, I thrash, kicking my legs at him, and trying to keep my feet free. I’m no match for his strength, as he restrains one leg, and then the other.
I’m panting by the time he’s finished, but he’s not even sweating. Fucking bastard.
“Still not ready to say it?” he asks, lifting his brow, and I seal my lips shut, meeting his intense eyes with a glare. “How far are you going to let me take this before you say the word, Roxy? Are you going to let me fuck your tight cunt?”
I say nothing because I’m not sure what the answer is. At first, I refused to say my safe word because I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of my submission, but now…
How far am I going to let him take this? I came here tonight intending to lose my virginity, after all. I just never imagined Storm would be the man to pull my fucking key.
I jerk and yank against the ropes, but it’s pointless. I’m not getting free. Do I want Storm to fuck me?
Fuck yes, a treacherous voice whispers in my mind.
“Like I said, do your worst.” I lie back against the pillow and stare at the mirror above us. I can see every move he makes. Every inch of my body…everything. I get a front-row view of him fucking me. That's exactly what he’s going to do. Fuck me.
Some feeling I can’t identify warms my chest, as a sense of…thankfulness fills me. Thankful that Storm stopped me from all those random hookups. Thankful that he never truly abandoned me. Thankful for the night he rescued me. Thankful that he’s the one here with me tonight.
Tears threaten to fall as I watch Storm move in the mirror above us. He grabs the bag off the table and dumps the contents on the bed beside him. I can’t see well enough to identify everything.
Something shiny catches the light, and I lift my head, eyes wide, as he cuts my dress down the middle and the fabric falls off my body.
“I liked that dress,” I complain, and Storm smirks.
“So did I, but it was in my way.” He pauses for a moment, looking…no, staring at my tits. “Fuck, those are perfect.” He’s never seen me naked before.
“I showed you mine, now you show me yours,” I whisper, nodding to his clothes. He bites his lip and stands beside the bed.
“Are you asking to see me naked, Little Sinner?” He takes his time removing his shirt, and then his pants. The bulge I felt between my legs looks massive, and as he frees it from the prison of his boxer briefs, I wonder exactly how that's going to feel inside me.
