The door clicked shut, locking them in. Livvy was alone with Storm. Her hands trembled as she gripped the blanket around Angelina, trying to steady herself. The silence between them was thick, suffocating, wrapping around her throat like a noose.
Storm leaned against the wall, his body taut with need. His eyes were dark, hungry. They roamed over her like he wanted to eat her alive. Her bruises. Her bare legs. Her tired face. He drank her in, memorizing every inch.
She felt naked under his gaze.
“I’ll help you but you need to do something in return,” he growled, his voice raw, like gravel.
Her breath caught in her throat. “Storm—”
But he didn’t let her finish. His mouth crashed into hers, rough, desperate. His tongue invaded her mouth, claiming her. His hands clawed at her hips, yanking her against him. She could feel his cock, hard and massive, pressing into her stomach through his jeans.
She gasped, but he swallowed the sound, kissing her deeper, harder. His fingers dug into her skin, leaving marks. His touch was hungry, greedy.
She should’ve fought. Should’ve pushed him away. But she couldn’t.
Her body betrayed her. She melted into him, her hands fisting his shirt, pulling him closer.
Storm growled, deep and feral, his hands sliding under her tank top. He cupped her breasts, rough, pinching her nipples until she moaned into his mouth.
“Five years,” he snarled against her lips, his voice ragged. “I haven’t seen you for five fucking years, Livvy.”
She tried to speak, but he didn’t let her.
His hands were everywhere. Gripping her thighs. Sliding between her legs. She gasped as his fingers found her soaked panties, pressing hard against her clit.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice dark with lust. “You’re fucking wet for me.”
He didn’t wait. He ripped her panties off, the fabric tearing like paper. His fingers plunged into her pussy, rough, relentless. She cried out, her nails digging into his arms.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Take it. You’ve been mine since the beginning.”
His fingers worked her, curling inside her, making her legs shake. She was close, so close, but he pulled his hand away, leaving her aching, desperate.
He grabbed her by the wrist, dragging her upstairs. She stumbled after him, her body trembling with need. He kicked the bedroom door shut and threw her onto the bed.
She barely had time to breathe before he was on her, ripping off her tank top, his mouth closing over her nipple. He sucked hard, biting down until she cried out.
His hands were rough as they shoved off her jeans, leaving her naked beneath him. He stood for a moment, just staring at her, his cock straining against his zipper.
“Fuck,” he muttered, undoing his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, already leaking precum.
He didn’t wait. He pressed her legs apart and slammed into her in one brutal thrust.
Livvy screamed, her nails raking down his back. He was too big, too much, but he didn’t care. He fucked her hard, his hips slamming into hers, the sound of skin against skin filling the room.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Say it.”
She couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. Her body was on fire, every thrust driving her closer to the edge.
“Say it!” he demanded, his hand gripping her throat, not enough to hurt but enough to make her feel it.
“Yours,” she gasped, tears streaming down her face. “I’m yours.”
He kissed her then, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth as he fucked her harder, faster. She came with a scream, her body clamping down on his cock like a vice.
He growled, his hips slamming into hers one last time before he came, filling her with his seed, hot and thick.
He didn’t pull out. He stayed inside her, his arms wrapping around her as he kissed her neck, her shoulders, anywhere he could reach.
“Mine,” he whispered against her skin, his voice dark, possessive. “You’re fucking mine.”
And she was.
He didn’t let go. Not then. Not ever.