Page 19 of Roxanne

“Help me,” I whisper, as I lift onto my knees, so he can position his cock at my entrance. I’m a little sore, but I ignore the bite of pain as I sink lower onto his hardness.

He fills me so perfectly, and I wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him. Slowly I seat myself fully, until he’s all the way inside me, stretching me so perfectly. I lift and drop, over and over. Fuck, he’s so hard. I claw at his back and bite his neck, tears stinging my eyes.

“Say you’re mine…” he whispers, and it feels like the words strike me right in the heart.

“I can’t…” I shake my head, still bouncing on his cock.

“You’ve been mine, Little Sinner. Since you were eight and I was nine. Since you cleaned up my wounds and shared your juice box. Since you brought me home to meet your brother, and he threatened to beat me to death if I hurt you. Since I slit your uncle’s throat for fucking touching you.” His eyes darken, “You can keep running if you have to. But I’ll catch you, just like I always do.” His vow hits me right in the soul.

As I shatter around him, coming hard, I scream his name.

“I’m yours, Storm, I’m yours. Oh god, I’m yours!”

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Storm

She fell asleep in my arms this time. She came all over my cock, and then fell asleep on top of me.

I make a mental note to personally thank the person responsible for the mirrors on the ceiling. I trail my fingertips up and down her spine, loving the way she feels in my arms. I’m obsessed with this woman.

She thinks I’m capable of letting things go back to the way they were before. She’s wrong. She said she’s mine.

I’m holding her to that.

The next morning, I wake up alone. The little minx slipped out while I slept. How she managed it is a mystery. I usually sleep lightly. We did fuck twice, though. Confessing my virginity to her was not a part of the plan, but oh well.

I get dressed, grab the rest of my stuff, and head out. I drove here, so I climb into my car and pull up her cloned phone. There’s nothing new, so I assume she went home. It takes me about fifteen minutes to get to her apartment.

I warned her what last night meant, so I don’t bother knocking, I just use my key and walk through the door. She lives in a small studio, and I check her bathroom, but it’s empty. The entire place is empty.

I check her phone again, but there’s no indication she’s anywhere else. I pull up the tracker connected to her phone, but it says she’s here. I take a few moments to search her apartment, finding it on the floor under her small couch.

Nothing else is out of place…

I pull up a contact and wait as it rings.

“Hello?” a feminine voice asks.

“Is Roxanne with you?”

“Who is this?” she snarks, knowing damn well who I am.

“April, I’m at her apartment, her phone is here, and she’s gone. I need to know if she’s with you. Now,” I practically bark.

“I’m going to assume this is Storm Moreno? No, Roxy isn’t here. I haven’t seen her since two nights ago.”

I hang up and dial the only other person I can. I know she’s not at school, most of the campus closes on Sunday, and Roxy wouldn’t bother studying at the café. She’d get coffee from the shop that's just around the corner.

“Why are you calling me instead of texting?”

“Are you with Roxy?” I snap, ignoring his question.

“No. Why are you concerned about where she is?” he asks, sounding suspicious.

“I can’t find her, and she left her phone at her apartment. It was under the couch.”

“I’ll be there in ten.” The line goes dead. I hadn’t realized he was so close, but I step outside the apartment, looking for clues as to where she is. Any sign.

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