𝚮𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 | 18+

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𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 – 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕟𝕕
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𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

"Is that understood?" Storm repeated, his grip tightening around her throat.

Sophia's teeth sunk into her lower lip as she swallowed a moan and nodded. "Yes."

He kissed her again, pulling her into the VIP room and slamming the door shut behind them, locking it as he gently laid her on the leather seats of the couch, nudging his thigh between hers, his lips never leaving hers. "Why do you have to be so irresistible?"

Sophia shuddered, a breathy moan leaving her lips as her fingers laced into his brown hair, her sex moving against his thigh. "More."

"Sophia," Storm grunted against her lips as if her mere existence was torturous to him.

She pulled him closer once she felt him pull away. She wouldn't allow it. Not when he was all that she wanted. "I want you."

He was grasping at the straws of his self-control at this point, his judgement clouded by the whiskey and tequila shots. "You're still gonna have to convince me, malyshka."

Sophia glared at his swollen lips for not being on hers, draping her leg around his hips as her leather skirt hiked up her thighs, settling around her waist. "Ask me anything and I'll answer it."

"Four times seven."

"Twenty-eight," she answered quickly as she continued rubbing herself against his thigh, Storm watching with those intense eyes of his. The little girl did not fear his eyes, however. She met them head-on as soft moans left her lips. "Want me to tell you the binary code of your name too?"

Storm tilted his head. "Yes."

"01010011 01110100 01101111 01110010 01101101 spells S-T-O-R-M."

"Why do you know that?"

"I know everything about you. I even know what condoms you prefer," Sophia couldn't help but giggle. Her amusement was quickly overshadowed by her pleasure, however. She was so close. So close.

Storm knew he was crazy to feel charmed by her confession. Why did that make him want her all the more?

He was going crazy.

Storm pulled away as if she'd burned him, violently shoving her off him and pinning her down on the couch before pulling out a cigarette. "Enough."

"I was so close!" Sophia let out a sound of frustration, nearly crying from how horny she was. Her whole body shook, begging her to do something about her robbed orgasm.

Storm glared at her, lighting his cigarette as he stared at the wet spot on his slacks. "I said enough. Quiet."

Instead of doing as told, Sophia smacked the cigarette out of his hand, taking him by surprise when she somehow managed to pull his weight over her, her fiery eyes filled with so much hatred it threatened to consume him in their tall flames. "I want you," she repeated. "So either you're going to give it to me or I'll find someone else."

Snatching her wrists and pinning them over her head, he pushed her further down the couch, pressing her own dagger against her throat. He was so overcome by anger he'd forgotten all about the fact that she was fucking crazy. "What the fuck did you say?"

And he was crazier for wanting her all damn the time.

Sophia's lips parted, her mind echoing with his confessed fantasy of running her dagger down her body. He wanted to run her dagger along her body, stuff her tight pussy with his gun as his cum oozed out of it. And she wanted it. She wanted all of it.