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I grab his hand and guide it to my hair, showing him how I want him to use me.

“Fuck, Sunshine. I always knew you were perfect, but you remind me of that every day.” Without any hesitation, he fists my hair and pulls me to his shaft. “Take it like a good boy. Open your mouth for me and relax your throat.”

I try to do what he says but still gag when his tip brushes the back of my throat. I freeze, anxiety filling me as I wait for him to pull back in disgust at the sound. Instead, he moans, pulls back enough for me to take a breath, and pushes forward again. He moves slowly, keeping his thrusts gentle at first.

“Are you ready for more, Sunshine?” Storm asks once I've managed to stop gagging and figured out the best way to breathe through the invasion.

I try to answer, but my words come out garbled with his dick still pressing down on my tongue.

“Good boy,” he purrs. “Deep breath for me. Tap my thigh twice if you need me to stop.”

I tap once to let him know I heard and take a deep breath. Storm surges forward, his cock pushing in until my nose rests in his pubes. My throat convulses, and I gag. Storm moans loudly, his head falling back once more.

“Fuck, baby! You feel so good! So tight and wet around me!” He pulls back after a moment, and I suck in another deep breath before he slams back in. My own dick aches in my pants, loving the ecstasy I see on his face. I did that; I put that look there. I reach for my pants and free my erection, taking it in my fist. I pump myself in time with Storm, his sounds and pleasure pushing me towards my own release.

“I'm gonna come, Sunshine,” Storm rasps, his gaze hooded as he looks into my eyes. “Fuck, what a little slut. Are you going to come?” he asks, his foot pressing against my hand where I'm working myself. He grinds his heel into my cock, and I whimper, my eyes rolling as pain and pleasure flood my veins. Storm moves a hand to my throat, squeezing as he continues to work his length into me. “I can feel myself inside you. God, you’re fucking perfect!”

My head grows cloudy as he cuts off my oxygen. He presses his foot harder against me, and just as black spots start to dot my vision, he pulls back and releases his hold on my neck. My orgasm rips from me, soaking my fingers and the floor in front of me. I'm faintly aware of the taste of Storm hitting my tongue, and I lap at him, moaning softly and sucking every drop I can. Storm grips my arms and pulls me to my feet.

“Such a good boy for me. My perfect Sunshine,” he coos, brushing his thumb through the come, spit and blood covering my chin. “Let's get cleaned up, and then we can tell Dad what we learned.”

I nod, and he scoops me into his arms, carrying me from the room.

6

ASHBY

After our shower,Storm and I head back down to his dad’s office. Vince, Garth and Elio are already there, and my mother is nowhere in sight.

“Where is Mom?” I ask Vince once I settle onto the couch with Storm glued to my side.

“I sent her out to work on her garden. You know how it helps to calm her and keep her mind busy,” he says, and I nod.

“Matthew didn't have much for us,” Storm says before we can get off track. “He was hired by an unknown source to keep tabs on Ashby and then was paid to tamper with the security feed. If it wasn't for the delivery app letting Ashby know the food was arriving, he would have been in the apartment when the men came and would have been taken.”

Vince turns to Garth, who pulls his phone from his pocket, fire burning in his eyes. “This came while the two of you were questioning Matthew.”

He turns it towards us, and I gasp, my heart racing. My chest clenches, and I fight back the urge to vomit. I snatch Garth's phone out of his hand and hold it close to my face, unable to look away.

Tied to a chair, face covered in bruises, bare chest dripping blood and cuts, is Atlas. His small frame trembles as he screams. “Please! Please! Why are you doing this? I don’t have any money. I have nothing.” He sobs. “Please let me go!”

His cries are cut off when a large dark figure walks into the frame and slams his fist into Atlas’s side. I can hear the crunch as his ribs take the hit, Atlas’s breathing grows raspy, and fury fights beside the fear filling me.

“You have forty-eight hours to bring me my son and pay me ten million for the wife you stole from me!” I can feel the blood drain from my face, my fingers trembling as a cold sweat breaks out over my skin. I barely make it to the kitchen before I’m puking all the contents in my stomach out into the trash. My body convulses violently as memories of my father threaten to overwhelm me.

My mother screaming.

The smell of blood.

The pain of my bones snapping beneath his blows.

Black spots dance along my vision, and my stomach heaves, but nothing comes up. I run my fingers through my hair, gripping the curls tight and pulling hard enough that a few strands rip free. My scalp burns, but it's not enough to make the horrific memories disappear.

I was fifteen when we escaped my father. I couldn’t stand it another day, and we both knew if we didn’t run, he would finally kill us. Mom took us right to Vince. I didn’t know at the time who he was or why she trusted him, but she offered to work for him at his restaurant if he helped to hide us from my father. Vince found us an apartment in one of his buildings with great security. Mom enrolled me in an online homeschool program, and I almost never left the house for a year. Then Mom brought Vince home and told me they were getting married. We moved in with them just after I turned fifteen, and I got a somewhat normal life again.

My body sways dangerously, and the ground rises up to greet me. Before my skull connects with the hard tile floors, strong arms wrap around me. Storm pulls me close, one hand massaging my tender scalp as the other rubs calming circles over my back. I bury my nose against his chest, sucking in deep, ragged breaths of his scent. Storm murmurs quietly, my brain not processing his words but getting comfort from the sound of his voice. Slowly, the fear and darkness fade, and I can breathe easier.

“There you are, Sunshine,” Storm says when I pull back enough to look up at his face. “I thought I’d lost you.”

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