"Brys," I peered up at him. "Your Brys."
"To hell!" He leaned down and stared into my eyes. "Amalites are known for their dark magic. What the hell did you do to ?! Why can’t I be satisfied by others?!" He growled into my face, sounding like he was monts from snapping my head off my neck.
A smile played at the side of my lips. "Your body recognizes , Storm." I stared into my eyes, trying to find the Storm I left behind, the sa one I willingly gave my heart to.
A scream tore from my throat when he slapped . My cheeks tinged from pain at his actions, and I glared up at him, pissed that he dared to raise his hands at , but I couldn’t rip the chains.
He wrapped his hand around my neck, "Whatever thing you used on , will be broken with ti!" He turned and walked towards his bed. He wrapped his robe around his still-hard dick and walked to the door.
I expected him to leave but was shocked when he returned after speaking to soone by the door.
He sat on the bed and glared at like I’m the worst scum in the entire world.
Monts later, a knock ca from the door.
He barked for the person to co in, and when they did, a frown graced my face.
Why the hell is he attracted to n with violet eyes? Could it be that he’s looking for one with purple eyes?
Despite the hardness in my heart, I smiled at the thoughts. Though his personality is different from my Storm, he’s still the sa. His heart knows what his mind doesn’t and that’s how much he loves a certain Oga with red hair and purple eyes.
The man’s eyes went to mine before he nervously tucked a strand of his red hair behind his right ear.
Seeing how long his hair is made eager to cut mine.
Should he let go after this, I will have to cut my hair. This way, I won’t have anything in common with the whores he sleeps with.
"Strip!"
His cold voice bellowed, reverberating in the entire room. I shivered, and so did the man, but he was more scared than I am.
He slowly removed the wrapper around his body and stood naked in front of Storm, who gave him a lazy once-over, stopping at his pathetic dick.
I turned my face to the side, to prevent the tears that threatened to fall, when Storm took the man’s hand and led him to the bed.
"Your eyes on , slut!" He growled, and a knife accompanied it, shocking as I wondered where he got it, but I didn’t get to wonder for long because my eyes went to the arrays of knives on his bed, which I didn’t see before.
Goddess.
Who the hell is this Storm? A psycho? Who the hell keeps knives on their bed?
I shakily turned my focus on him when he threw another knife at , narrowly missing my hair, but I know he didn’t miss it. He knowingly did it.
My ears rang that night as tears slid down my eyes. Like the first man he had sex with, he threw that man out after a mont, pissed that he wasn’t able to orgasm.
He repeated his actions, calling in different n with violet eyes, and like the rest, he threw them out after a mont.
"Fuck!" He growled in annoyance, glaring at as if I’m the cause of everything when I’m not.
He threw the last man out and almost stabbed him when the man tried to stall. He looked mad, and I’m certain he was only monts from killing anyone unfortunate to stand in his way.
"You are the damned cause!" He rose from the ground and stalked towards . "What the hell did you do to ? Why couldn’t I get a release after fucking 20 n! This hasn’t ever happened to ! But it did after you ca here!"
"Then, why need other n when I’m here?" I stared up at him.
"Oh, this is what you wanted, right? To have depend on you solely, slut?" He sneered in my face. "You are not worthy." He turned and stord into what, I assu, was his bathroom.
I heard groans and frustrated sighs before he stord out of there, still hard and uncomfortable. He sent a dark glare my way before he plopped down on the bed, still wet from the shower he took.
I can see how much he’s trying to deny the attraction he feels for , by delaying.
This is what serves him right. He thinks he can get satisfied with others when I’m here. He has sothing else coming his way if that’s his wish.
I watched him as he tossed and turned before he went to sleep, and I did the sa, only to wake up later to the sounds of groaning.
I thought I will et the sa scene I woke up to not too long ago, but that wasn’t the case.
Storm thrashed on the bed, groaning, with his face scrunched up in pain. He kicked his feet and cried out, with sweat trickling down his face.
What’s going on?
I watched him long enough to realize that he was having a nightmare!
"Storm!" I called out to him, tugging hard on the chains, but they didn’t ease at all, tearing into my skin, and making damned weak.
"Fan!" I called out, but he didn’t appear. "Goddess, help ," I groaned out loud. "Cute handso Fan, your humble servant is calling!"
And like I know he will, he appeared with a wink. "You called?" He sweetly asked, looking damned smug.
This is the first ti I have called him with the title, and he’s aware I wouldn’t have done that had I not needed his assistance.
"Help out." I pleaded, mouth motioning to Storm, who was still groaning.
He winked at , "on it."
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