𝚮𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 | 18+

79 || AUCTION

𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 – 𝕜𝕒𝕝𝕚 𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕤
CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE | AUCTION
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

Ivanko Petrov was repulsed by what he saw before him. He could barely even believe it. His violent so-called nephew was in love. And with none other than that little witch before him. She acted the part and she certainly looked the part with her messy hair.

He'd already paid for seven hits on her and all seven had been avoided by her or Storm, often ending with the offender violently dead. Yet, she still remained, her arms around Storm's neck, heart-eyes locked with his tender ones. It was disgusting.

Petrov had to do something starting with the witch before him. "Sophia," he suddenly walked forward to the unassuming girl. "I was thinking."

Storm pulled Sophia closer to him and out of Petrov's grasp. "That's a first."

Ivanko gritted. "This is why your father didn't put you on his will."

Storm didn't bother stifling his smirk. "Is that so?"

Ivanko was suddenly confused. "Yes. Did you hit your head?" Everyone knew that Storm was removed from Konstantin Osipova's will after the incident his son had with Dara Kuznetsov.

Instead of answering, Storm captured Sophia's lips, kissing her in such an inappropriate way that Ivanko had to look away. Only when Storm finally pulled away from the little girl, it wasn't to return his attention to his uncle. Instead, he took her hand in his and pulled her along with him, away from his uncle.

"Where are we going?" Sophia asked once they were finally away from Petrov and his eavesdropping staff.

A playful glint shone in his pale gaze. "I told you I was gonna show you Russia."

"But we've already been everywhere," she giggled and rolled her eyes. They hadn't worked at all. All they'd done was experience Russian culture either by sightseeing, going to various shows or eating out in restaurants. He'd even showed her all the hotels he owned in the city.

Storm drew her closer. "This will be a bit different."

Sophia chuckled. "But you always say that."

"Was I lying?"

She shook her head. He wasn't. "What are we doing today then?"

"We have been invited to an auction."

"You," Sophia corrected

"We," Storm recorrected and pulled her flush against him. "Where I go, you go. I told you we're synonymous, didn't I?"

A shy smile tugged on her lips as she rested her head on his chest. "Another uncomfortable dress then?"

"Only for events, Sophia." Only for the auction.

She chuckled and pushed away from him. "I miss Storm."

Before she could get too far, Storm had her throat in his grip, her back flush against his. "As much as I say that I love you, Sophia," he grunted darkly, his lips brushed against her ear, eliciting a gasp from her lips and causing her to grow breathless, "I don't need to be Storm nor Viktor to fuck you up. Don't make me kill you for something less than disrespect."

Craning her head back, she locked her eyes with his and chuckled. "Would you believe me if I said, I kinda want that?"

His hand squeezed around her neck, watching how dilated her eyes were. "Want what, Sophia? Be specific."

"I... I miss Storm."

"In what ways? Specify."

She started fidgeting shyly. "It's just I... I miss being with you in the... lair."