Page 17 of Roxanne

I’ve killed for this woman before, and I would do it again and again. Without hesitation. Roxy is the reason I live.

She’s the air I breathe.

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Roxy

I’m not out for long. I wake when I feel Storm caressing my cheek. I roll onto my back, looking up at him.

“Come here.” Storm holds his arms open for me. I take his hand, skeptical.

I allow him to lead me to the bathroom, and the sight that greets me is shocking. A bath?

“How thoughtful,” I say as I step into the water. I sit, sinking into the massive tub until the water reaches my chin. I chance a glance at Storm. He kneels beside the tub, still buck naked.

“Just get in with me,” I say, grabbing his hand, and tugging him toward me. I watch as he pauses. “Come on.” I tug again, and he climbs in behind me.

“Lean back,” he commands, and I do as I’m told, letting my head fall back so he can wet my hair.

“You know this ends with one of us six feet under,” I grumble, mostly just being a brat, but he nods.

“Me. It’ll be me.” The somber way he says this has me snapping my mouth shut. My brother might be insane, but even defiling his little sister isn’t enough of a reason for him to murder his only friend.

Papa might disagree. But he owes Storm a debt of blood, one that Papa can never truly pay back. Would I defend Storm against the two men I cherish most in this world? My only family…

I peek at him through the corner of my eye. He’s so handsome it’s criminal. My heart aches at the sight of him. The answer comes easily. Yes, I would. I would never let anyone hurt Storm.

“Why were you here tonight?” I ask again.

“Do I really need to spell it out, Roxy? I came to stop you. To claim you, if you allowed it, and to drag you the fuck out of here if you tried hooking up with another man.” The possessive way he growls this has me scoffing.

“Hypocrite.”

“How am I a hypocrite?” he asks calmly, and I lift a hand.

“I can’t imagine you have trouble finding available, willing women. I highly doubt you were a virgin,” I grumble. Storm takes his time massaging the shampoo into my scalp. He does such a good job, that my eyes fall shut. After he rinses the suds, he adds the conditioner.

“What makes you think I’m not a virgin?” I spin in his arms, his hands falling into the water now that I'm facing him.

“What?” I ask, searching his face for any signs that he’s lying. “Were you really? Don’t lie to me.”

“I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember. Why would I fuck someone else?”

“Have you ever been kissed before?” I demand, shocked as hell.

“Yes, I have kissed others. But that's as far as it’s ever gone. My cock doesn’t even get hard for anyone but you,” he admits, and I just stare at his beautiful, sexy face.

“You certainly didn’t fuck me like you’re a virgin,” I say, not knowing what else to say to his confession.

“I’ve had a lot of time to think about how I wanted my first time with you to go.”

“Did it go the way you imagined?”

“Yes, and no. You came four times, that's the important thing.”

I frown, “What were you missing?” I ask, and he chuckles.

“Nothing, Roxy, it was perfect.” He cups my face and kisses me gently.

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