Page 138 of Bad for Me

“You’ll make them pay? If they hurt Atlas, I want them to suffer. If they kill him…” He chokes on the words.

“I know some very creative ways to make a person suffer unimaginable pain without dying for weeks. I can draw out their pain for as long as you want. They won’t get away with this.”

“Thank you,” he says and kisses me softly. I moan, my cock aching at the tender brush of his lips. “I’m so fucking happy you’re back, Storm. I missed you.”

3

ASHBY

I twistmy fingers in my lap, the skin growing red and tender. I track Storm's heavy footsteps back and forth across my living room, my come wetting his pants. I can practically see the steam coming from his ears, his anger obvious to all in the room. Vince sent all but two of his men home. Elio, his number two and Garth, head of security, stayed back. Garth is guarding the door, and Elio is standing at the floor-to-ceiling windows with his back to us, though I know he is listening to every word.

I’d already run through every detail of my day down to the times I left the house, how long I was at the coffee shop, and if I noticed anyone out of place. I told them about the strange feeling of being watched but that I never saw anyone. I pull up some pictures of Atlas on my phone and show everyone. Elio finally turns from the window, his eyes flaring wide when he sees the pictures, some emotion I can’t decipher crossing his face before he shuts it down.

“Send me those,” he demands roughly, earning a furious glare from Storm. Elio ignores him and stares at me until I nod. I send the pictures and watch as Elio opens the text and stares at his phone for a moment before turning away from us again, his phone still held in front of his face.

“I think you need to come back home for now. It's clear someone is after you, and they either thought Atlas was you or they’ll try to use him to get to you. Either way, you aren’t safe here,” Vince says, and my heart falls, my stomach twisting.

“But this is my home! I don’t want these men to chase me from my own home. I love it here. I feel safe, and all of my things are here. I’ll just be more careful about who I let up and inform the security that my floor is off-limits to anyone,” I argue weakly. It’s always been hard for me to go against what Vince asks of me, but this is my home, the first place that was ever truly mine.

“You don’t have to leave, Sunshine. I’ll stay here with you,” Storm says, earning his own angry glare from his father. “I’ll call in a few of my men to boost security on the building and have one of them guard you at all times when I’m unable to be there.” I open my mouth to fight, but he cuts me off with a single look. “It's that, or you move back to Dad’s house. I’m not arguing with you about this.”

I grumble, falling back against the couch and crossing my arms. Storm just laughs and leans over me, nipping my lower lip that’s sticking out.

“Don’t pout, Sunshine,” he whispers against my lips. “Think of all the fun we’ll have here, all alone without parents or guards around every corner and lurking behind every door.” I whimper and squirm, trying to hide my growing erection. I see Vince roll his eyes to the ceiling from the corner of my eye, and for a moment, I worry about what he will say to my mom, but I shake it off. I’m a fucking adult. They already tried to take Storm from me once. They need to learn that I want and need what he gives me. That the bruising, obsessive, possessive love between us is mutual.

I nod, and Storm smirks. He straightens and looks at his dad.

“I think you’ve heard everything you need to for today. It's been a long day for Ashby, and he needs to rest,” Storm says, and they all get the hint that it’s time to get out. “I have men out tracking down the leads we have on the van, and I gave them the footage I was able to gather so they could break it down and try to find anything I may have missed.” He walks them to the door and hands Garth a slip of paper. “This will give you access to the building's security, and you and your team can go over it and look for any possible clues or leaks. They were able to cut the video feeds somehow, but maybe they left a trace.”

“Marry will be happy to hear you’re home. The two of you will need to come by for dinner on Sunday,” Vince says to me, and I nod.

“You need to make it clear to her I’m here to stay,” Storm says, and his dad stiffens at his tone. “I’ll not leave Ashby again. The two of you forced me out once, but it won’t happen again. I promise you that. I will dowhateverI must to keep him by my side.” I can hear the threat in his voice, and judging by the pinched look on his dad’s face and the way Elio is sizing him up, they did as well.

Instead of arguing like I expected, Vince just nods once and turns to me.

“I’ll let her know you’re okay, but you know how she gets. She won’t feel better until you call her yourself,” he says, and I nod. “I'm glad you're okay, Ashby. I love you.” He leans down and pulls me into a tight hug. I feel tears prickle my eyes and hurry to blink them away. Vince has always been a tough man, hardened by his way of life, so each time he tells me he loves me or shows me he cares, my heart swells. He’s only been my stepdad for a few years, but from day one, he’s been a better dad to me and husband to Mom than my sperm donor ever was.

“I love you too, and I’ll call her soon. I’m tired and will crash once you all leave, and I can finally take a shower.”

Vince squeezes my shoulder once, turns to Storm and slaps him on the back before leaving, Elio and Garth following closely behind him. While Vince has softened towards me and my mom, he and Storm still don’t have a very huggy, lovey relationship, so the weird man-pat is as close to a hug as they will ever get.

“Well, now that we’re alone,” Storm says the second the door clicks shut, “we have business to finish.”

“But what about Atlas?” I ask, unable to relax. I know I told Vince I would crash once they left, but I don't think I'll be able to sleep until I know Atlas is okay.

“The men are on it. There’s nothing we can do right now. You need to relax and rest so that you can help when they find something.” He prowls toward me and I stumble back, the predatory look in his eyes setting my nerves on edge. But instead of fear coursing through my veins, lust fuels me.

Storm grabs his erection, the bulge in his pants obvious and my mouth waters. “You got to come already. So desperate for me you couldn’t even wait, but I didn’t get my turn. Your skin doesn’t look right without my come covering it.” My cock aches, and my legs shake as I fight the urge to run. “You have two choices. You can drop your pants right here and bend over the couch so I can cover that perfect little ass with my come, then I will spend the rest of the night reminding you who you belong to. Or you can shower and take a moment to relax, and then I will spend the night reminding you. Either way, you will spend the night covered in me, screaming my name. You won’t sleep until I think I’ve squeezed every drop of pleasure from your body. I have so much time to make up for.”

I shiver, excitement and need thundering through my veins. The urge to drop my pants and bend over for him right away is strong, but I know I’ll regret it if I don’t take a second to gather my thoughts. I know now why he left, but I’ve had two years to be angry and hurt by his actions.

“I’m going to shower. You can look around the place if you want. I’ll try and be quick,” I say, and he laughs.

“Sunshine, you forget that I know you. There is no such thing as a quick shower when it comes to you. But I’ll give you,” he pauses as if thinking, “twenty minutes. That should be enough time to get clean properly and relax. If you aren’t out here by then, I’m coming in there to get you myself.” Pleasure rolls down my spine, and I feel my dick twitch with need. Again, the urge to forget the shower and bend over right here pulls at me, but I push it down with all my might. “Hurry baby, before I change my mind.”

Storm's face is full of need, the carnal hunger clear and hot, I swear my skin singes beneath his gaze. Fuck, I forgot how strong this pull to him was. I turn on my heels and practically sprint down the hallway, Storm’s dirty chuckle chasing me the whole way. Once I’m in my room, I tear my clothes off quickly, leaving them in a heap on the floor with all the rest of my clothes. The house is kept tidy and put together in the communal areas, but I tend to be a bit more relaxed in my personal space. Clothes end up on the floor after they are worn. Clean laundry stays in the basket for days or until I do the next load of wash and need the basket. Half-drunk cups of water litter my dresser and nightstand, and piles of random books are scattered through the room, just waiting for me to finally sit down and read them.

The water in my large shower warms almost immediately, and thick clouds of steam fill the bathroom. I nearly cry as the water eases the tension in my muscles and as I scrub over my skin, cleaning away the dried come and stress from the past day. Finally, the tears start to fall. Over and over, images of Atlas being taken play through my head. He must have been so scared and confused. I never told him what Vince was involved in, the danger that came with being his stepson and accountant. I thought I was safe in my home. I had security, and the front desk should have kept anyone from coming up.

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