Page 41 of Delirium
Fuck me sideways and six ways to Sunday. I loved possessive Storm, and I missed these moments with him. Our love language was a physical touch, and I knew that even if we worked through our issues separately and learned to communicate better, this would always be the best way for the two of us to connect.
“I’m going to go up to my room,” I whispered and bit down on his earlobe, earning a soft growl from him. His chest vibrated, his hand tightening in my hair, and I hummed with excitement, my entire body ready for his taking. “And you’re going to come and show me just how much you want me. Your pussy misses you,” I whimpered.
“Fuck. Me.”
“That’s what I’m planning to do.” I chuckled and before I could change my mind, I stepped away from him, immediately missing his touch.
“You have five minutes, Stormy.” I grinned. The animalistic way with which he observed me, as if I were a prey and he was a predator, sent a new wave of heat through my body. “If you’re not there, I’ll start without you.”
“Don’t you dare,” he growled. “Only I can touch you.”
“We’ll see.” I winked at him and ran upstairs, going straight for my room.
My hands trembled, my muscles strained. The clothes I wore were suddenly too tight, too suffocating and I wanted them off. I pushed the door open with a smile on my face, thinking of all the ways I could position myself in. I saw her standing right next to my nightstand, going through the papers I got from my doctor.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
Nova jumped and turned around, frazzled by my presence. Her eyes went wide, fear screaming from their depths, and she stood frozen in the spot, waiting for me to move.
“I’m not going to ask you again, Nova,” I said, taking a step forward. Her muscles locked, paralyzing her, while her hands shook, rustling the papers she held in her hands. “What were you looking for? Why are you in my room?”
“I-I,” she stammered. “Ophelia,pozhaluysta,” she begged. “Please don’t hurt me.”
“Too late for that,” I answered, the anger replacing the passion Storm ignited earlier, pushing me toward her. “Why are you going through my things?”
“Pozhaluysta,” she whimpered, taking a step back from the bed, going toward the windows. “I didn’t want to do this.” She faked innocence so well, but I could see the snake slithering underneath her skin.
“Cut the crap, Nova. Others might believe you and they might fall for this act of innocence, but I’m not buying it.”
I couldn’t understand how I didn’t see it before. Her fake politeness toward me and Zoe, her always being around, sitting with us, pretending to be our friend. Maybe that’s why once I found out she was the mole, it didn’t surprise me as much as it should have.
She was an Aster after all. A fucking, filthy Aster, and I should have seen the signs.
“You know.” She chuckled, her face suddenly changing from the fake innocence to the real monster living beneath. “I almost had it all. Storm was supposed to be mine. This entire empire was supposed to be mine, but then you showed up, destroying everything.”
Poison dripped from her lips, her disdain for me obvious from the way she looked at me.
“Why are you doing this? Why are you here, Nova?”
“Because I wanted to have it all!” she thundered, crossing the small distance between the bed and the windows, coming closer to me. “Because I was promised everything, only if I were patient enough. But you’re like a motherfucking cockroach, Ophelia. Nothing can kill you.”
“You’re right, but you’re still not answering my question. Who sent you, Nova?”
Sickening laughter bubbled up from her chest, echoing around us, bouncing off the walls. She always seemed familiar to me, but I could never put my finger on it. I could never figure out why. I was sure I have never met her, but—
“My father said you would be a hard one to destroy, but I didn’t believe him.”
“Your father?” I asked, narrowing my eyes to her. “I have no idea who you’re talking about.”
“My father, Ekaterina.” She spat my name out. “Ourfather.” She grinned viciously.
No. It couldn’t be.
“What are you talking about?”
“You think you’re the only one he trained? You think you’re the only one he pushed to the edge?”
“Who’s your father, Nova?” I asked, anger taking over my body.
