Page 82 of Between Passion and Revenge: Part Two
“Shut up, Shae,” he grinds out, pressing into me. “Shut the fuck up about my not loving you.”
I want to scream, to screech like a banshee.
“Fuck you—” His lips are back on mine, cutting off my words, and his hard length presses against my core.
“Everything has been for you, Shae. Eight fucking years of sacrifice, but this—” His lips are on mine again, devouring my mouth and sucking my soul along with my breath.
His words are a storm of confusion, spinning me out somewhere in the universe.
“You think I never loved you, Shae? That I set out to hurt you?” he whispers into my mouth, and I moan when his hand goes to my thigh, ratcheting it higher on his waist.
“There’s so much you don’t know, so many things I’ve done to protect you. To make the world safe for you.”
“Bullshit,” I snap, and he kisses me again. Heat engulfs my body.
“Have you forgotten the blood I’ve spilled to protect you? I think you know there’s no length I wouldn’t go for you, Sweetness.”
I sob, confused. Confusing, confusing, Storm Sandoval is so damn confusing.
“Don’t call me that,” I say on broken breaths, the tears starting to slow as I try to gain control of my mind and decipher his words.
“I love you, Shae. I’ve always loved you with the entirety of my soul; with an expansiveness that mirrors the galaxy. I would do anything for you.”
He attacks my mouth again, grinding our pelvises together in that delicious way that only he knows how to achieve. With the swirl of pain in my heart, my body still responds. My body still wants him, even if I know I shouldn’t…for so many reasons.
“I’d do anything for you, Shae, but I’d never betray you as you’ve betrayed me.” His words are hard, accusing, meant to cut deep like a knife.
“You’re such a fucking liar,” I hiss, and the chuckle he gives me in return is so dark, I feel it in my toes.
“If I’m a liar, it seems we’re a match, baby.”
But I can’t think of anything to say in response, because his fingers drift down to my soaked panties and press hard, circling my nub.
“Oh, Storm. Please…” I don’t know what I’m pleading for. My sanity? My heart?
But I know what I’mnotbegging him for. I’m not begging for him to stop.
“There are consequences for your actions, Shae. And you will pay. You’ll make thisright.” On his last word, the scrap of lace protecting my pussy is torn into two, and his fingers find their way into my heat.
He hisses.
“Still so fucking tight, Sweetness,” he grinds out, and my eyes cross as I rock into his palm.
“S-Storm,” I slur, lost in this emotional and physical onslaught.
“Do you want me, Shae? Or is your body as much a liar as your mouth?”
I shake my head.
“No? Your pussy isn’t begging for my dick to pound into you right now?” he asks, his grin completely sardonic.
I want to call his bluff. I want to hide. I want to….
I allow my swollen, painful eyes to meet his, and I realize…maybe I am a liar. Because yes, Storm still has the power to absolutely destroy me.
And right now, I just might let him.
I just might let myself fall into the madness, even though I know, in the most logical part of my brain, to stay far away from him.
