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I climb off of his face and fall against the bed next to him.

“On your knees, Little Sinner,” Storm demands, rolling me until I’m on my stomach. “On second thought…” He helps me into position, pushing one knee toward my chest, and keeping my other leg straight. He straddles the straight leg and leans forward over my body. I gasp when I feel how hard he already is.

Reaching under me, he cups both my breasts, humming appreciatively. I gasp from the pleasure, my back arching as he pinches my nipples, working me up...

“Your body was made to be fucked by me, Little Sinner,” Storm growls in my ear, and I moan shamelessly.

“Show me,” I say between moans, as Storm leans back, gripping my hip in one hand. Looking over my shoulder, I watch as he looks at my body with pure lust and desire. When he presses the tip of his cock to my entrance, I try to push back, but in this position, I can’t. When he slides into me, so fucking slowly, my head falls forward.

As soon as he’s fully inside me, he pauses, thrusting his hips in tiny movements that barely rub against that spot inside me that makes me see stars.

“You’re so fucking perfect…” he groans. “Your pussy is so tight. Gripping my cock like a vice, Little Sinner. Fuck.” He slides out slowly, so fucking slow, this could be a method of torture.

“You’re so big,” I whimper, and Storm growls, thrusting up into me. “I’m so full… Fuck me hard…” I beg, and Storm starts moving, finally! “Yes, yes, fuck, just like that!” I cry, holding onto the sheets for dear life as Storm fucks me wildly…

“Fuck… You feel like heaven, Roxy…” My name on his lips makes me whimper, as those heavy emotions return.

“I hate you,” I whisper, and Storm fucks me harder in response.

“I love you too, baby. Say it.”

“No…” I shake my head…

“Say it, Little Sinner.”

“Fuck, Storm, I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you!” I scream, as he presses a thumb to my clit, circling. The pleasure fills my veins, my mind, my soul. I come hard around his cock.

His movements become erratic and wild as he fucks me through the orgasm.

I scream for him as he thrusts inside me once more and comes with a shout of his own.

“Roxanne!”

Chapter 8

Roxanne

The next two weeks are a blur of sex, school, and being watched like a hawk. My brother, his men, and Storm circle me at all times. William checks in once or twice a day. He mostly lets Storm watch over me.

I’m standing in the kitchen, sipping coffee from my favorite cat-shaped mug, when Storm walks into the room. Good heavens, he’s sexy.

He’s shirtless, as he often is, his gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips. My lips pause on the rim of my cup, as I stare. Storm stretches his arms over his head, yawning. Last night he spent an hour kissing my entire body, before massaging me with warm oil, and then fucking me slow and hard. I came three times.

It was so fucking intimate…to think, just over two weeks ago, I was still a virgin.

“Put some clothes on,” William snaps, scaring the fuck out of me when he walks through the front door. He has a key now… “And for fuck's sake, cover the hickies unless you are trying to die?”

“Yes, sir,” Storm snorts, winking at my brother.

Papa arrives tonight. I assume that's why William appears so…on edge. You know how I said William was born this way? Well, he gets it from Papa. The difference is that Papa has had years to learn how to hide it. My brother hasn’t even tried.

Storm isn’t nearly as nervous as he should be. If Papa even suspects that something is happening between us…well, Storm might be number two on his hit list.

I plan to plead for his life, and Storm said William is on his side so long as he doesn’t hurt me, but you just never know with my father.

“Papa will be here in thirty,” Will announces, and my eyebrows shoot up. Storm doesn’t seem bothered. Great.

For the next twenty minutes, we prepare for my father’s arrival. I start his favorite cup of tea after getting dressed, and Storm finally puts a shirt on.

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