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“God, you’re a fucking maniac,” she said, her voice breathless and thick with desire.

A chuckle rumbled in my throat. “I’ve never been called God before, but I’ll take it.”

“You know that’s not what I meant. I think you’re truly psychotic. Have you been tested?”

“Every fucking second I spend with you is a test. All things considered, I think I’m passing with flying colors. Now shut up unless you’re screaming my name.”

I kissed her with a fierce determination. Storm was mine, and she needed to know that. Every stroke of my cock inside her soaking wet pussy brought me closer to a heaven I never knew existed. Fuck me. This girl may be the end of me yet.

Releasing her hands, I reached down to hold her hip, bracing myself against her as I drove deep. Our bodies slapped together, almost painful from the force. We were both going to feel this tomorrow.

I half expected Storm to slap me across the face or throw a punch. She did neither. Her arms went around my lower back, pressing against my ass as she lifted her hips to meet my thrusts. Her fingernails dug into my skin, clawing grooves from my ass up my back.

The pain of her slicing into me felt fucking amazing. It was almost enough to make me come right then. Storm’s head was thrown back, her face flushed with pleasure. Every breath she took ended on a moan or a cry.

Remembering that this was meant to be a punishment, I pulled out long enough to flip her over onto her hands and knees. After removing her underwear, I drove deep again, pushing her forward on the bed. In between thrusts, I spanked her bare ass cheeks. Over and over until they were brilliant red.

“Ow, you jackass. That fucking hurts. Is this because I keyed your car?” Storm attempted to glower at me over her shoulder.

“Nope. Punishment for that is still coming.” I spanked her a few more times for good measure.

Dropping a hand down between us, I rubbed her clit until her legs trembled, and her moans grew dangerously loud. Since I couldn’t resist the way her adorable little asshole looked, all needy and forgotten, I wet my finger with her pussy juices and worked it into her tight hole.

Storm made a sound that was both a protest and an invitation. I gradually pressed my finger deeper, working it in an inch or so at a time. I couldn’t wait to make every part of her all mine.

With one finger in her ass and another on her clit while my cock worked her pussy, Storm quickly came apart. She pressed her face into the blanket to muffle her cries as her hips jerked against me. I kept it up, driving her crazier with every stroke of my cock inside her.

She came with a cry that certainly would have drawn attention had she not muffled it. I could just imagine her mom walking in—or God forbid—her pathetic brother. He already wanted to fight me. Under normal circumstances, I’d have been up for that. If he forced my hand, I would do what I had to do. Until then, I had no interest in Chase.

I waited for every orgasmic wave racking her pussy to subside. Then I grabbed her hair and jerked her head back.

“Look at me while I fill your pussy with cum,” I demanded.

Our eyes locked, forging a connection stronger than I’d anticipated. A storm brewed within her deep blues. No pun intended. Something told me this woman had the power to destroy me if she so desired it.

My balls tightened as my cock jerked. An animalistic sound ripped from me as I unleashed inside Storm. There was no such thing as a bad orgasm, although this one was off the charts for a good one. Better than anything I’d experienced in my life thus far. An intensity that left me shaken.

Capturing some of my spunk on a finger as it dripped from her, I smeared it on Storm’s lips, watching as her tongue darted out to catch it.

“Good girl,” I murmured. “Now for your punishment.”

Pulling the knife I often carried to business meetings out of my jeans pocket, I pressed her flat against the mattress, the tip of the knife digging into the unblemished skin of her ass cheek.

“What the hell are you doing, Rebel?” she hissed.

“Might want to use that blanket again. This is going to hurt.” That was the only warning she got before I began to carve my name into her beautiful ass.

Storm squirmed and writhed, cussing me out with every name in the book and some I’d never heard before. When I finished, I sat back to admire my handiwork.

“The letters are a little shaky since you wouldn’t hold still, but I like it.”

She twisted around the best she could, her eyes growing huge when she realized what I’d done. Without hesitation, her hand was in motion as she slapped me hard across the face.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

STORM

My hand cracked against Rebel’s face. A sharp sting slashed through my palm, the force travelling up my arm. It was nothing compared to the searing pain of my ass. This psychopath carved his name into my ass cheek. Who the fuck does something like that?

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