Page 100 of Between Passion and Revenge: Part Two
“You think I’m crazy, Sweetness?” He tilts his head again. “Maybe a little. But what am I more than that? I’m protective. And you’ve put yourself at risk time and time again, and that’s stopping now. Especially now that my kids are involved. I’m sure you can understand that. Right, baby mama?”
“Don’t call me that,” I whisper absently, then shake myself. I will not let this man run all over me.
“I want to speak with Tempest and Raiden. Get Yennifer on the phone,” I demand.
“You will soon enough,” he murmurs. Indignation has me curling my fingers into a fist, completely intending on punching him square in the jaw.
That’s enough.
I surge to my feet and push him back with all my strength. He stumbles a step, and I feel a moment of righteous victory until I realize a) he clearly let me push him, and b) I’m flying through the air toward the mattress.
I grunt when I land on my back, and in a flash, Storm looms above me, his body wedged between my legs. He feels like he belongs there, and I hate myself for the thought and for the way my pussy wakes up and starts making my panties wet.
“Get off of me,” I bite out, pressing at his chest.
“Sure,” Storm says. “As soon as you stop grinding your pretty pussy against my dick.”
My mouth drops open as I suck in a shocked breath.
“Am not!” I shout. “I’m not moving any-fucking-where.”
Storm laughs.
“You most certainly are, Sweetness. I already told you. Last night was thelasttime I sleep away from them.”
I push against his chest again.
Storm rocks against me as if getting comfortable, but I know he’s trying to make me hotter with the feel of his semi pressed against my core. I bite my lip to keep from moaning.
His face hovers inches from mine, our breaths mingling, and his eyes locking on mine like he’s daring me to break.
“You feel that, Shae?” he growls, his voice rough with restrained desire. “That’syou, not being able to stay away from me. You know what I mean.”
“No, Storm. I don’t know what you mean,” I hiss, pressing harder against his chest, but I know I’m lying.
I know exactly what he means.
I feel the heat between us, the pull that’s been there all along, but I refuse to let him use it against me. Not now. Not after everything.
“You’re insane,” I mutter, eyes flashing with defiance. “You really think I’ll just accept you blowing up my life?”
A smirk dances at the corner of his lips, and he shifts, grinding against me just a little. My breath catches, but I refuse to let him see it.
“Here’s the thing, Sweetness,” he says, his voice almost too calm. “Whether you love me or hate me, I’m never letting you go. I’m never lettingthemgo.” His hand moves to my throat, not choking but holding me there—an anchor that feels both possessive and protective. “So, you, me, and the babies will be together like a family, like we always should have been. And if you try to stop me, you’ll find a more hateful nigga than you’ve ever imagined I could be.”
I hate him. I do.I should.
But something inside me trembles at the threat in his voice, not from fear, but because I know he means it. He’s always meant it. And that’s what terrifies me most.
“Storm, you’re crazy?—”
“I know,” he interrupts, his lips brushing against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “But that doesn’t matter, Shae. Not anymore.”
I try to push him off me, but it’s useless. He’s already settled his weight over me, and for the first time in a long time, I feel like I’m completely trapped. Not just physically, but emotionally, too.
He stares down at me with a dark, knowing expression, as if he can read every secret I’ve buried deep inside.
“This is your choice now: you fight me, or you let me protect you the way I always should have.”
