𝚮𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 | 18+

12 || TELL ME A SECRET

𝕥𝕣𝕪 𝕞𝕖 – 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕟𝕕
CHAPTER TWELVE | TELL ME A SECRET
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

Too overcome by his anger, Storm didn't notice the blush that dusted across Sophia's cheeks nor her dilated pupils. Storm simply twisted her hair wrapped around his wrist, pulling her forehead flush against his before she could ever say something. Not that she would. She was too overcome by the foreign feelings to say anything. "Why'd you do that? Why'd you lie?" Why did she lie for him?

Sophia discreetly rubbed her thighs against one another to tame the fire in her nether regions. She recomposed herself rather quickly and found her voice. "Because you need to stay away from Freddie," Sophia whispered to the older man.

Storm's jaw clenched. "What, is he your boyfriend now? Do you touch yourself at night, wishing it was his grimy little fingers up your tight pussy instead of your dainty fingers?"

Sophia shuddered, her blush brightening. She'd never looked at Freddie that way. She'd never wanted him that way. Freddie was a cop and a rat. That was the worst combination, she'd learned from Storm. "No," she affirmed, unable to take her eyes off his stormy ones. After all, it hadn't been Freddie she'd been fantasising about but Storm. He had been the figure of every fantasy she'd ever had.

His grip on her hair tightened as he pulled her in closer, his breath caressing over face. "Oh yeah?"

Sophia felt herself melting into his arms as her eyelids lowered, gazing at him almost seductively through her eyelashes. But despite her appearance, her words told a completely different story. "I mean it. Stay away from him."

His grip solidified, so angry that it became almost unbearably painful. "Give me one good reason."

"Because I asked you too," Sophia whispered so softly he'd barely caught the words. She didn't want the cops to take Storm away from her. Not when she was so close to achieving her goal of killing him.

Reluctantly, Storm let go of her hair but not without a grumble. He scooped her up and dumped her on the couch. Gently. Had it not been for stitches, he would've thrown her out the window and watched how people flocked like birds around her. "Koshmar."

Leisurely, Koshmar walked into the living room with a grin on his face.

"Sidet'." Sit.

Koshmar did as told without making a fuss. He leapt on the couch and lay his head on Sophia's thigh. And when Sophia started scratching him behind his ears, he started to make weird noises of happiness, noises that Storm had never heard the dog make.

Storm deadpanned. The greedy dog was acting as though Storm gave him little to no affection.

Storm paid it no mind, however. He simply rolled his eyes before turning his back on the two and went into the kitchen, cooking up a storm while Sophia and Koshmar got comfortable and watched TV. Sophia, unlike Koshmar, seemed more interested in watching Storm, however. She was always staring, watching, observing the man, he'd noticed.

"What do you want?"

"For you to die," she admitted, causing him to blink at her bluntness. Her eyes told no lies. That was truly what she wanted, it appeared.

"And whoever would dare to do that?"

She tilted her head as though the question was nonsensical. "Me."

"You?" Storm mocked, laughing loudly. "How would you manage to do that? With your scrawny little arms?"

She glared at him. "Yes. I stabbed you once already, didn't I?"