𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪𝕕𝕠𝕝𝕝 – 𝕒𝕣𝕚 𝕒𝕓𝕕𝕦𝕝
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN | WEIGHTED BLANKET
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪
What was meant to be a short nap of sorts ended up being a deep slumber consisting of eleven hours. Eleven hours which easily could've been another ten if it wasn't for the loud ringing of his phone he'd left somewhere in his apartment. Storm had never slept so well in his life. He felt like a brick had hit him and he'd passed out. He didn't even want to get out of bed, which was a first as he was a morning person.
So why was it that he, for the life of him, couldn't get out of bed?
Simple. A certain Bambi-looking freak was weighing him down. She'd somehow managed to choke herself in his black t-shirt, drooling on his chest and hiding under the black fabric.
"Sophia," he grumbled, his voice raspy.
Sophia didn't answer. She didn't even stir.
He pushed, causing a whine to leave her lips and her iron grip to tighten. "Sophia!"
As though she was dead, the girl didn't stir. If it wasn't for her soft breathing caressing his chest, he'd assume she died from asphyxiation.
Storm brought his fingers to his mouth and let out a loud whistle, Koshmar tumbling in with a toothy grin. "Vstavat'." Get up.
Koshmar did as told, getting up on the bed and allowing Sophia's attention to move away from Storm to Koshmar. He used that opportunity to get out of bed and leave her room altogether before stomping to his much darker bedroom and slamming the door shut as he went into hiding from the little stalker.
Overcome with anger, his fist jabbed the wall and smashed right through it. It wasn't until Storm withdrew his hand and stared at the hole he'd made for a moment before his gaze lowered to his bruised and bloodied knuckles. Storm saw the evidence of how out of touch he had become.
Fuck. He needed to get his head out of the gutter and get his dick wet.
He let his thoughts go to a dirty place, imagining spreading apart a pair of twitching full thighs before drawing some girl's pink pussy lips apart and letting his slobber drip down all over her, making her all sticky and ready for him, ready for the vicious ten inches that he packed.
She'd beg, and he'd scoff and slap her around before pinning her down, just dipping his tip in, tip-fucking her until she was so delirious from her intense desires that sobs and incoherent words filled the room. Only then, would he give her another inch and repeat the torture all over again. And when he finally gave her all his ten inches and she thought he was finally going to fuck her for real, he'd pull out only to repeat his torture all over again. He was a tease like that, preferring watching the recipient over receiving it.
His ringing phone pulled him out of his drool-worthy thoughts. Slamming his door open again, he charged towards the phone and answered it with a loud: "Chto!" What!
"Gde, chert voz'mi, ty byl?" Where the hell have you been?
Storm rolled his eyes at his loud uncle. "Zanimaysya svoimi grebanymi delami." Mind your own fucking business.
"Someone-! Selarom-!"
The devil works fast but little Sophia works faster.
"Selarom stole all my fucking money!"
"And how the fuck do you know?" Not like she left her name all over the fucking thing.
"He left his name all over it!"
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Romance"𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦." Sophia gasped as his hand tightened around her neck, his gun suddenly lowered to her heat, teasing her. The more she fought, the tighter his grip got and the more breathless she grew as he started moving the gun against her, making t...
