Livvy dropped to her knees with a smirk, her hands sliding down the ridges of his abs, feeling the way his muscles twitched under her touch. She unhooked his belt, the sound of leather sliding free making his breath hitch. His jeans were next, down his thick thighs in one swift motion, revealing the monster straining against his boxers.
God, he was fucking huge. Thick veins pulsed along the length of him, the head glistening with pre-cum that she couldn’t resist licking off first. Her tongue flicked over the slit, lapping up his saltiness, and Storm’s hips jerked forward, a guttural groan tearing from his throat.
She wrapped her lips around him slowly, savoring the weight of him on her tongue, the way he twitched as she sucked him deeper.
Storm’s hands fisted in her hair, but he didn’t push. No, he let her take control, let her tease him with little kitten licks and slow, torturous strokes that had his thighs trembling. She took him deeper, letting the head of his cock hit the back of her throat before swallowing around him, milking him with tight muscles that made him curse her name like a prayer.
His hips jerked again, but she held him down, her nails digging into his thighs as she sucked him harder, faster, until he was fucking her mouth with abandon.
Her eyes rolled up to meet his, and the look on his face sent a shiver down her spine. His jaw was clenched, his eyes dark and wild, like he was barely holding on.
She smiled around his cock, knowing she’d won, knowing he was seconds from losing it. Her hand left his shaft to cup his balls, rolling them in her palm, and that was it. Storm’s control snapped.
He came with a roar, his cum flooding her mouth in hot, salty spurts that she swallowed greedily, not missing a drop. His thighs shook, his breath ragged as he leaned against the wall for support. Livvy released him with a loud pop, wiping her lips with the back of her hand and grinning up at him like the little devil she was.
“Fuck,” Storm rasped, his voice wrecked. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
Livvy just laughed low in her throat, knowing she’d already won this round. And god, she loved playing this game.
Later, the sheets tangled around their bodies, the air thick with heat and something heavier—unspoken truths, unsaid promises.
Storm exhaled slowly, his hand dragging up her thigh, fingers pressing against bruises he hadn’t left. His jaw clenched, anger flickering beneath the surface. But when he finally spoke, his voice was rough, edged with reluctant approval.
“Fine,” he bit out. “But if you get yourself killed, I’ll drag you back from hell just to kill you again.”
Livvy smirked, satisfaction curling in her chest.
“Deal.”
But before either of them could move, the bedroom door burst open.
Luca stormed in, his face pale, his eyes sharp with something that sent ice crawling down Livvy’s spine.
Storm sat up immediately, muscles tensing, the shift in his energy instant. Dangerous.
“For what?” he demanded.
Luca’s mouth twisted. “Stanley’s running his fucking mouth.”
Storm’s entire body went rigid. Luca exhaled sharply, his voice dropping lower.
“He wants his wife back.”
Livvy barely breathed as the words settled in the air.
He wants his wife back.
Her mind reeled backward, dragging her into memories she wished she could forget.
***
The first time Stanley had marked her, it hadn’t been with fists. It had been with a whisper. A slow, deliberate brush of his knuckles against her cheek.
“You’re mine now, Livvy,” he had murmured on their wedding night, as if speaking it aloud made it true. “There’s no leaving. No escaping. You belong to me.”
She had smiled, lips trembling.
He had kissed her like he adored her.
And later, when she had flinched at his grip on her wrist, he had only smiled. “Shhh, sweetheart,” he had whispered. “This is love.”
The flashback was broken by the present, by the sheer weight of the moment pressing down on her chest.
Storm was already moving, already pulling on his shirt, already preparing for war.
Luca stood by the doorway, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. But there was something flickering behind his gaze—something sharp, something that reminded her of when they were teenagers and he had once offered to hurt a boy for calling her a name.
This was different. This wasn’t about pride or possession. This was about Stanley wanting her back, and suddenly, Livvy wasn’t cold anymore.
She was terrified.
She wrapped the sheet around her, pushing up from the bed. “Storm—”
“I’ve got it handled,” he growled, already reaching for his gun.
She swallowed, throat tight. “No, you don’t.”
His head snapped toward her, fury darkening his eyes.
But she met his gaze head-on, heart hammering. “He won’t stop. You know he won’t stop.”
Silence.
Luca exhaled, raking a hand through his hair. “She’s right,” he muttered. “Stanley doesn’t just want her back.” His voice dipped lower. “He wants to own her again.”
Storm’s fists clenched at his sides. Livvy’s pulse was a war drum, thrumming too fast, too hard. This was it. The moment everything came crashing down.
She had run. She had escaped. And now, Stanley was trying to pull her back.