𝕗𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 – 𝕤𝕟𝕠𝕙 𝕒𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕒
CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE | PLOTTING
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪
"Komne." Come here.
Sophia rolled her eyes but did as told, beelining to the couch and plopping her butt on his lap. "I'm not a dog."
Storm didn't answer her. He only pulled her in closer and kissed the hickey on her neck. "Movie?"
Smiling, her form relaxed against his, as Koshmar took a seat by their feet. "I was doing something." She didn't want to watch American Psycho again.
"It can wait."
It could wait. Sighing, Sophia relaxed against his form. "Fine."
Satisfied with her response, Storm put his favourite movie on and watched her as she watched the movie he'd practically memorised. "Did you know that this is my favourite movie?"
"I did know that."
"Do you know why?"
Sophia hummed, watching as Patrick Bateman started hammering his axe into Paul Allen. "Because in some ways you relate, I guess." As stupid as she thought it was. "You carry a lot of expectations on your shoulders."
"I do but that's not why."
That caught her attention. Sophia drew her sapphire gaze to Storm's snowy terrains. "Then what is it?"
He kissed her nose. "Tell me what's with the number eleven."
Rolling her eyes, she turned her head away from him. "You're overthinking it."
"Bullshit."
"I'm not telling you."
Snatching her neck, his fingers flexed around it. "Yes, you are."
Sophia simply smiled, pecking his lips before turning her head away from him once more. "The name 'Sophia' has six letters and the nickname 'Storm' has five letters."
Storm stiffened, his surprised gaze finding her amused one. Was she serious?
"Or maybe it's because I'm twenty-two and you're turning thirty-three in a few weeks."
His grip on her hips firmed up. The eleven-year age gap.
"Maybe it's because something happened when I was eleven or maybe something happened when you were eleven."
His jaw clenched. She was fucking with him.
"Maybe it's because you used to kill an average of eleven people a week." Before her.
His jaw slackened and his pants tightened. Whenever he was reminded of her obsession with him, it did something to him. It made him want her more.
"Maybe it's because your dick is eleven inches."
"Ten," Storm corrected, taking her chin between his digits.
Sophia tilted her head. "Are you sure?"
Flinching, he drew his fingers away from her.
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Romansa"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...
