Page 124 of Between Passion and Revenge: Part Two
“Excuse me, Mr. Secrets! I am smart. Brilliant, in fact. And that’s how I know being around you is inviting trouble. Getting myself and my kids?—”
“Our fucking kids.”
“—the fuck away from you and your drama is the best thing for everyone,” I finish, ignoring his interjection.
“So, if you’d be so kind as to undo whatever the fuck you did to block me from flying, I’d grea—hey!”
Storm moves so quickly that I’m thoroughly disoriented when he flips me over his shoulder and strides across the gym and out the door.
“Hey!” I shout, pounding my fists into his spine. “Put me down, asshole!”
Storm chuckles darkly, and I bounce even harder as he re-adjusts his hold and turns a corner. I squirm, trying to get out of his embrace, but then I squeak when his hand lands hard on my ass cheek.
“Stop moving, Sweetness,” he grinds out.
His hand is still. On. My. Ass.
It takes all my strength not to moan when he rubs the flesh over my silky sleep pants. I was so flustered from the call with King that I didn’t bother changing out of my pajamas.
“Storm Sandoval!” I screech, and he delivers another slap, this one harder and most definitely shooting me closer to coming on his shoulder.
Goddamn it.I hate him.
“I swear toGod—” I start, but Storm opens a door and steps through it into what looks like a garage. Clean car and rubber scent the air, and I scrunch my nose.
Is he about to take me to the airport? Not without the kids.
“Storm, I’m warning you,” I start, but he sighs and sits me on the hood of an SUV. Looking back, I see it’s a G-Wagon.
My G-Wagon, if the small ornament Tempest made in art class hanging from the mirror is any indication.
“How the fuck did you…?” I lose the ability to speak when he grabs my chin, forcing me to look directly at him as he huffs.
He looks downright feral right now—powerful.
Like a god.
And I hate that I want to fall to his feet and worship. I need to get the fuck away from this man.
I shift, trying to slide down the hood, but Storm steps between my spread legs, pinning me to the vehicle.
Well, shit.
“Let’s get this straight right fucking now, Sweetness,” Storm says. With the thin fabric covering my ass, the cool metal of the car hood feels downright erotic against my parts.
“You and I are long overdue for a talk. So, we’re gonna do that right now, because you’ve got some shit real fucked up in your brain. And I think you need a reminder of who the fuck I am.”
Oh, my God. I want to cry and rub against him like a goddamn cat.
I hate this. Ihatethis!
“Fine,” I bite out, tilting my chin down. “Talk.”
Storm’s eyes narrow, and he grins.
“Wonderful, Sweetness. I have three points of discussion.” He leans deeper into me, pinning me even more so he can raise a hand, lifting a finger.
“Point number one: The kids are not a bargaining chip. I know you think you have sole discretion over decisions regarding them, but I’m sorry to tell you, baby. Those days are over.”
