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We lock eyes, and my hope falls to pieces. I’m not leaving with this guy tonight. And all I can do now is make a break for the exit.

I dodge left, hoping that I’ll lose him in the sea of bodies. I have no hope of ending this night in one piece if I don’t get out of here before Storm catches me.

“You know you can’t outrun me, Little Sinner,” Storm growls, and all the fighting dies in my soul. He’s right, but I had to try. He snags me by the arm in a punishing grip, and I allow him to drag me out of the club.

The bouncer doesn’t even fucking blink in my direction. Not when the man dragging me away is Storm fucking Moreno. I do the only thing I know will piss him off almost as much as him controlling my life pisses me off.

I shut down. I don’t fight back, it only fuels his fire. I don’t argue, because he won’t listen anyway. I don’t make excuses, I was caught red-handed.

So, I follow him, as I attempt to dissociate. Otherwise, the anger I feel might just bubble up and explode out of me.

“You thought I wouldn’t know exactly where to find you?” Storm hisses, and I ignore him. I don’t react in any way. “You should know better, Roxy. I will always find you.”

His threat is clear, but I suppress the shiver I feel crawling across my skin.

“You know it pisses me off when you act like a petulant child,” he growls. Again I ignore him. “Not even going to try to defend yourself?” Storm yanks me into him, forcing me to come chest-to-chest with him. “Maybe if I bend you over my fucking knee and turn your pretty skin red, then you’ll fucking talk!”

Now this gets a reaction, for one specific reason. In the last eight years that Storm has been making my life miserable, he has never once, even remotely hinted at wanting to do anything like that to me.

Now he wants to spank me? Why the fuck does that make my skin flush and my cheeks heat?

“I see that got your attention. Is that what I have to do to get you to finally listen, Little Sinner? Hmm?” He waits for me to respond, but when I bite my tongue, his eyes darken. His beautiful brown eyes, so dark they almost look black, suck me right in. Which is why I avoid making eye contact at all costs. But right now, I’m just a fly caught in his web. Helpless. Powerless. “Since you want to test me, maybe I’ll bend you over in the back seat of my car?” He emphasizes his words by dragging the tips of his fingers up my outer thigh, lifting my skirt as he does.

“Why would you bend me over?” I can’t resist asking. What is this new game he’s playing?

“So I can watch your pussy flood your panties while I turn your ass red with my hand prints.” His words are a low whisper, and I can’t hold in the gasp. My body responds, but before I can even understand my reaction to him, his grin turns dark. “It was so easy for me to get a response out of you. I bet you’d beg for my cock if I told you to.”

“Fuck you!” I snap, feeding his fire, and hating myself for it. I turn away from him and run.

Storm Moreno might be my personal hell, but maybe it’s time I return the fucking favor.

He’s about to see just how fucking sinful I can be.

Chapter 7

Roxanne

I never did fulfill that promise to myself. Maybe tonight that will all change.

Lifting my chin with a sense of confidence that I don’t feel, I flick my brown hair over my shoulder as I take the offered bag once we make our way off the stage. My hands shake, and my chest heaves, but I keep my head up and shoulders back.

The first thing I grab out of the bag is his list of kinks and limits. I clear my throat before reading them off.

“Ohh, you like some seriously kinky shit,” I say, lifting a brow and waving the card at him. “You enjoy all of this? When you say anal, is that for you, or for the girl?” I snark, and he stares at me before grabbing my card.

“And you?” he growls, lifting my list. I might end up buried in a shallow grave after getting caught here. I won’t cower or allow him to shame me.

“Well, seeing as I’ve had an obnoxious cock blocker stalking me my entire life, I wouldn’t know what I like, or dislike.” I shrug one shoulder, shaking my ass as we walk toward our room. I turn heads with every step.

I’ve never lacked confidence. Just opportunity. Because of Storm.

“So you said no limits? Are you fucking insane, Roxanne?” Storm growls. I bristle, but ignore the spike of anger in his voice. “I should redden your ass for this.”

“Do your fucking worst, Storm,” I hiss, not the least bit intimidated by his threats.

“Your virgin cunt couldn’t handle my worst, princess.” Storm shoves past me, continuing to our room. When I don’t move to follow him, he snatches me by the elbow and drags me with him. How the fuck did he know I was a virgin? Why am I shocked that he knows… That's the real question. He knows everything else, why wouldn’t he know this too?

“You’re not as scary as you think you are. You won’t touch me. You don’t have a death wish,” I sass.

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