Twins?

Fuck.

What the hell is this Storm made of? How can someone have such stamina, going through the night without stopping until the sun made an appearance?

But that's the least of my problems. It's my damned waist! Holy Father in heaven, how the hell did I end up a sex slave for a beast who only looks like my Storm?

I groaned in pain, turning to look around the room. I collapsed somewhere around early morning, only to wake up in a strange room. The sun is high up in the sky, which means it's somewhere around mid-afternoon.

I slowly sat up in bed, wincing from the pain. My back hurts like nothing else, and that's mild compared to how hot my arse feels.

The room I woke up in isn't like the one I was taken to. The bed I'm lying on is the only piece of furniture in the room. There were no curtains on the barred windows, and the only door seemed to be barred also.

Shit.

Did they somehow put me in an upgraded prison?

I peered down at my hands, which were luckily unchained.