Page 51 of Equilibrium
“What the fuck?” Her eyes widened, anger blazing in them.
“Are you gonna stay?”
“Storm,” she whimpered as I circled my hips, only keeping the head of my dick inside of her. She tried moving herself closer to me, but I held her in place, soaking in the frustration coming off her.
“Move, goddammit.”
“No.” I bit on her lower lip. “Not until you promise you’ll fucking stay and heal.”
“You’re not the fucking boss of me.”
She tried pushing me away, but I pushed closer, inching my dick deeper into her. It pained me as much as it pained her, but this was the only way; for now.
“Are you sure about that, Sunshine? Because your body tells me otherwise.” I pressed one hand against her breast, rubbing the puckered nipple between my fingers. “These tell me that I am the boss of you right now.”
“Fuck. Off,” she gritted through her teeth, but it wasn’t the usual bark she had. “I could leave here and find somebody else to finish what you’ve started.”
The idea of her with anybody else flickered through my head, and rage unlike anything I have ever felt turned my blood into molten lava. Her body underneath some bastard, her moans belonging to somebody else, her hair wrapped around another’s hand, that didn’t bode well with any part of me.
My hand wrapped around her neck, squeezing, punishing her for even thinking that.
“I should fucking chain you up in my basement with no relief.” Her throat moved underneath my fingers, and the fire clashing with my eyes made me want to do just that. “Just imagine, Ophelia. I could finger, fuck, and lick you every single day, with no release. No fucking end.”
“Do it.” The little smirk that played on her mouth just increased the need to possess her. “Do it and I will never be yours. I will never belong to you if you cage me like an animal.”
I knew that. I knew that as much as she wanted me, she was going to fight this every step of the way, because being with me meant she was losing her freedom.
“Do it, Storm!” she thundered. “You should ask them what I did to those that tried caging me.”
Motherfucker... I smiled at that because I saw what she did to those that tried to cage her. She shoved her knife as far as it would go into their chest. I’m sure Kieran would have something to say about it.
I wanted to strangle her, and I wanted to laugh. I had never met anybody who challenged me as she did. I also never met a person that made me want to be this. I wanted to tell her everything, and even my closest friends never knew what was going on inside my head.
“Fuck it,” I murmured before I started slamming inside of her, eliciting a satisfying sigh from her. Mouth open, cheeks flushed, noises that drove me wilder, she became undone as her walls clenched around me.
“Touch yourself.” I wasn’t going to last. “I want you to touch yourself and show me what you like.”
Her hand sneaked between us, spreading her lips, grazing my dick as I pumped inside, pulling another groan from me.
“Storm, Storm, Storm...” she chanted as I slammed harder, deeper, chasing my own orgasm.
“Fuuuuck!” The back of her head hit the wall, her eyes closed, as her inner muscles clenched around me, and I was done. With one last slam inside, she started milking my dick. The aftershocks of her own orgasm rushing through her, I almost blacked the fuck out.
My hips continued pushing in and out as my head rested on her shoulder. I was surprised I still hadn’t dropped her, because this shit... Fuck. Her fingers trailed through my hair, stirring my cock again, but I didn’t want us to stay here. We were already way too loud, and today wasn’t the day where I wanted to be arrested for public indecency. It wasn’t like the cops would keep us for way too long, but I had better plans for the two of us.
“I have a question,” she whispered.
I cleared my throat, trying to find the strength to gather up the words. “Tell me.” She smelled like me, she tasted like my everything, and if she asked me to give her my bike right now, I probably would.
“Were you born in Santa Monica?”
I stiffened as soon as the words left her mouth, knowing that even talking about that place brought memories I could never get rid of.
“No.” I stood taller, looking at her. “I came here when I was thirteen years old.”
“With your parents?” she asked carefully. Knowing her history, I wasn’t surprised that she assumed something was wrong with mine. Well, something was wrong, alright.
“No, I was alone.”
