𝚮𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 | 18+

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𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕣 𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕥 – 𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕫
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE | DEBUTANT
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

Sophia saw how the guards and the dozen Bratva soldiers stared at the two and the plethora of hickeys scattered along her skin as they walked past them. But she kept her game face on, despite wanting to roll in embarrassment and cry.

Sophia was a bit hesitant as Storm pulled her into the room where the meeting was to take place. She was taken a bit off-guard by the amount of half-naked women that filled the room as well as the amount of dicks she saw. Until then, the only penis she'd ever seen was Storm's and she suddenly was all the more impressed with his size once she caught the glimpse of their much smaller ones.

Were theirs abnormally small or was Storm's abnormally big? She didn't know but she had a feeling it was the latter.

Sophia had to school her expression to not show her anxiety before the made men. Everything about the situation was uncomfortable to her. It only made it more uncomfortable to be forced to watch the half-naked women touching each other, pleasuring each other and pleasuring the businessmen. It made her want to run away.

But she didn't. She couldn't. Not if she wanted Storm to stay true to his promise. She may have been a bit tipsy but it was nothing but a buzz now. She knew what she had to do and so she put on a bored expression, pushed her jet-black hair back and crossed her arms before turning her gaze to Storm.

Storm gave her a little nod, his smile hidden behind the bored mask he always put on. He was proud of her. She wasn't lying when she said that she was a fast learner. It wasn't long before he could barely catch her real emotions swirling in her sapphire eyes behind the mask she kept on. He could barely even see the difference between her real emotions and the ones she put on the more he pressured her to persist.

"Gentlemen," Storm greeted, taking a seat on the lounge chair – the only single-man chair there; a chair he knew that was reserved for him. "Sophia," Storm gestured, tilting his head as he extended his hand to her.

He wanted her to come over, to come closer.

Sophia dropped her crossed arms and walked over to his side, only for Storm to force the little girl on his lap. Feeling her reluctance, he wrapped an arm around her waist once he felt her skittish movements as though she was getting ready to break free from his grip and escape altogether.

"Nyet," Storm gritted into her ear, his lips brushing against the reddened tip of her ear, his warm breath caressing the shell. Storm chuckled lowly when he felt her still in conflict as she started fidgeting, obviously feeling overwhelmed at the scene surrounding her. No.

What she hated the most was how hot and bothered it made her. And how Storm easily caught on to that

Storm put his hand on her thigh and quietly stroked it back and forth as he rested his chin on her head, acting as though his attention was not on Sophia but the men before him even though the truer situation was completely reversed. "Any conclusion in the forty minutes I've been gone?"

The men stuttered. "Um... No. We were waiting for you. We didn't want to make any hasty decisions without you."

They were too busy chasing bodily pleasures.

Storm glared at them, frowning in disgust at their repulsive behaviour. "In other words, you did nothing."

The men stuttered once more, shoving the women off, pushing their dicks down their pants and correcting their posture.