𝕚𝕧𝕪 – 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕠𝕔𝕖𝕒𝕟
CHAPTER SEVENTY | SNAKE'S POISON
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪
Sophia drew closer to the silks, letting the fabric warm her cheek as a smile grew on her lips.
"Do you not like the colour?"
"No!" Sophia glared, drawing the silks closer to her. "I never said that."
Storm hummed and tightened Olga's restraint as she let out a muffled complaint. "If you grow to dislike the colour, we can always change it."
Sophia teared up. "You'd do that?"
"Sophia, I'd repaint the walls if you asked me to."
Gulping, her gaze fell to her shy feet. "Thanks but that won't be necessary." She liked the colour of the walls and the silks.
Letting go of Olga, he trekked closer to Sophia in suspicion. "Why are you crying?" Storm tutted, taking her face between his warm palms and wiping the tears away. "We've talked about these tears, Sophia."
"Sorry. I can't help it. I hate it when you're nice to me. It's your fault."
Storm scoffed. "It's the bare minimum, Sophia.
"How is this the bare minimum?"
"Because I said it is."
Sophia sighed and kicked her feet about before pulling away from him and towards the silky ropes. She let her hands touch them, and Storm watched as a smile stretched across her lips.
It was then that he allowed himself to take a proper look at her and as soon as he did, he regretted it.
She was wearing purple.
He suddenly wanted her all the more.
Storm watched as she let the silks carry her weight. She let herself twirl, excited giggles leaving her lips. Turning her body, she spun the silk around her thigh before doing the splits, her smile suddenly growing smug when she noticed his gaze. Taking him by surprise she suddenly dropped, causing him to sprint forward but just as she was about to crash, she didn't, hovering just above the floor.
Giggling, she pulled herself up once more, giving him the dance he'd been wanting for so long. She watched as Storm crossed his muscular arms over his broad chest, circling her form as she continued her seductive little dance. His attraction wasn't what made him continue watching her, however. It was her skill.
"Wanna see something cool?"
Storm hummed, watching her like a hawk, refusing to part his eyes from her.
"Pull out your gun and point it at me."
"Sophia-"
"Do it. Trust me."
Against his better judgement, he decided to put his trust in her and just as he pulled out his gun, Sophia suddenly dropped down, twisted the gun out of his hand and climbed up all before he could blink. She'd used his gun trick. Against him.
She'd made it her own.
"Impressive, yeah?" The little girl twirled the gun around her dainty finger as she grinned at him from the height of the ceiling. "Come and get me, Storm."
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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...
