Page 32 of A Kingpin’s Weakness

Stormi

Greece was breathtaking. No, Greece was a whole damn dream.

One of those places you pin on your vision board and never really expect to see in real life.

Well, not until you're fifty, divorced, and trying to "find yourself.

" But here I was, wrapped in sunlight and ocean breeze, walking side by side with a man who had the kind of energy that pulled you in without permission.

When Seth first offered the trip, I tried to play it cool.

Tried to say I needed to “get back to work,” like I had a stack of meetings or something to do.

But truth be told, the second he said Greece , I was already mentally packing my bonnet, bathing suits, and a toothbrush.

I didn’t ask what to pack. I didn’t ask what part.

I didn’t even ask why, When Seth said, “Come with me,” I didn’t hesitate my whole body knew I was already gone.

My soul already had its passport stamped.

Seth had this aura about him powerful, unbothered, and dangerous.

Not dangerous in the run-for-your-life way dangerous.

But in the “I’ll say some dumb shit like I love you after a good dick session” type of way.

And I wasn’t there yet, but damn it. I could see it.

I could feel it sneaking up on me like a thief in the night.

And what messed me up the most? Those three days he went silent, I missed him.

Like, stomach knots missed him. Like refreshing my phone while talking myself out of texting him missed him.

I hated it. Hated the way he invaded my thoughts without permission.

Hated the way my body remembered the feel of his tongue before my brain could catch up.

I hated all of it but not enough to run.

Instead of running from him, I ran to another damn continent with him. Make that make sense.

The resort was something out of a fairytale. The suite had a wraparound infinity pool, a view that looked like God handpicked it, and every single detail screamed luxury. The windows were wide open, the curtains dancing with the wind, and it felt like the whole world had slowed down just for us.

Seth didn’t just do vacation, he did experience. He spoiled me like he was trying to prove a point to the version of myself that settled for less in the past.

He made it easy to imagine staying. Easy to forget everything I said I wouldn’t tolerate. Easy to picture a life that might break me but at least it would be passionate.

I stood in the pool, my body rested on him, sipping chilled wine and staring at the Aegean Sea like it could give me answers.

He hadn’t touched me again since that first night. Not like that, but every kiss, every graze of his fingertips, every look he gave me… It built up. It pressed against my walls emotionally and physically and begged to be let in.

I knew what I wanted. I wanted him. Not just the protector. Not just the provider. Not just the sex. I wanted the man behind the grief. The man who held his son like he was his whole world. The man who fought for me before I even knew I needed fighting for.

The words slipped out like a confession: raw, reckless, and unfiltered.

I didn’t plan to say it. Hell, I didn’t even know I had the courage to say it.

But it came from somewhere deep, from a place that had been aching for him long before he touched me.

A place that wasn’t just about sex. It was about wanting to feel something real. Something only he could give me.

Seth's eyes narrowed, not with anger, but intensity. He moved in closer, his voice low, rough, like gravel soaked in honey.

“Tell me what you want, Stormi.”

He wasn’t playing games. He needed to hear it. For me to name it. Own it. And I wanted him to. I wanted him to see through the layers I used to protect myself.

“You. I want you.”

His expression didn’t change but his eyes they burned. My chest tightened.

“I hope you know what comes with that,” he said as he lifted me into his arms like I weighed nothing.

He carried me out of the pool, dripping and breathless, but I felt weightless in more ways than one.

He didn’t care that I was soaking wet. He didn’t care that his clothes were clinging to his body.

None of that mattered. Not when he was looking at me like I was more than just a body. Like I was his.

He laid me down on the bed and stepped back, licking his lips, drinking me in like I was some forbidden masterpiece. And I let him. For the first time, I didn’t feel self-conscious. I felt wanted Revered.

His eyes roamed over every inch of my body with slow precision, like he was trying to memorize me. And then he started undressing, peeling off his wet clothes piece by piece, revealing all of him and I mean all of him.

My breath caught in my throat. I didn’t panic. I didn’t freeze. I didn’t feel sick. All the things I usually feared gone. Replaced by a slow-burning need. I was still soaked from the pool, but now, it was for him. Because of him.

He climbed onto the bed, pushing me gently toward the pillows. I opened my legs. It was my way of saying ‘I’m ready’. For him… For this.

He didn’t speak. Just placed soft, reverent kisses along my inner thighs like he had all the time in the world. His mouth was warm. His breath intoxicating. Then he dipped his head and grabbed my bikini bottom between his teeth, pulling it down in a way that sent a shiver up my spine.

When his mouth touched me, it was like I’d forgotten how to breathe. His tongue moved with intention, not just to give me pleasure but to learn me. Every gasp, every arch of my body, every moan I knew he was reading me like a scripture… Worshipping me.

I had thought about this moment. About him this exact thing since the last time. That head? No one gives head like that and disappears for three days. That should be illegal.

I couldn’t even grip the sheets like I did before I was too focused. Too addicted. My hands found his head instead, not just to hold him there, but because I needed the connection. Needed to feel him, to let him know how badly I wanted him to keep going.

He devoured me like he was starved. And I didn’t want to stop him. I wanted to drown in it.

When I came, I came undone completely. My whole body trembling as my essence spilled into his mouth and coated his face. I hated that it made me want to tell him I loved him. But it did. That’s the part that scared me the most

Arching my back and leaning my head back, I let myself get lost in the moment, and lost in him. Thoughts I’d tried so hard to push away flooded in: marriage, kids, growing old together. I was just as caught up in this man as I’d ever been in someone. Scary, but real.

The way Seth’s mouth moved over me, desperate and claiming, made me feel like I was the only woman in the world.

When I finally came undone, he held me in that moment like I was everything he’d ever wanted.

Sucking me up with a hunger that was raw and tender all at once, like a thirsty man on a scorching summer day.

I needed a moment to catch my breath, to gather my scattered thoughts. Seth lifted his head, eyes darting to mine, his lips caught between a bite and a smile. My juices glistened on his face, a silent testament to what had just happened.

“If you want him…” His voice was low and steady, almost a challenge. “…put him in.”

My throat tightened, and I swallowed hard. My eyes dropped, tracing the line of him, still hard and waiting. I hadn’t even caught my breath yet.

He smirked, sensing my hesitation. “Nah, you not ready.” He started to pull away, but I grabbed him. Right there, slow and sure my hand sliding up and down his length, sending shivers through both of us.

He leaned over me again, capturing my lips in a kiss that tasted like everything I’d been missing. The warmth of me on him, made my body ache for more, and suddenly the orgasm he’d just given me felt like only the beginning.

I rubbed the tip of him against my wetness, pacing myself. I wanted to feel every inch. Scooting down, I pushed him just a little inside as I wrapped my legs around him, holding him close.

His hands found mine and gently pinned them to the bed.

“Breathe.” He whispered, his breath warm against my ear.

I did. I gasped when he slowly eased deeper, the mix of sharpness and warmth taking my breath away.

Each slow push of him inside me felt like it was pressing into memories I’d buried every ache, every silence, every time I’d been touched without care.

But this... this wasn’t that. This was slow.

Intentional. His grip on my hands wasn’t forceful, it was steady.

Like he was reminding me I didn’t have to carry myself alone anymore.

Like I could let go. I blinked up at him, and for a moment, I almost looked away.

I wasn’t used to being seen like this. Open. Unguarded. Not strong. Just me.

You get wet like this for me?” he whispered, voice thick with lust and pride.

Instead of waiting for an answer, he lifted me again effortlessly guiding my body onto his face like I was weightless. My breath caught as his tongue met me again, and it wasn’t soft this time. It was greedy. Wild. He devoured me like he’d been starving for days, and I had no defense left.

I cried out his name as my body trembled, helpless against the pleasure building again. He didn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop. And when I broke apart on him, I knew I’d never look at this man the same.

“Ride, daddy.”

His voice was hoarse, and it sent another shiver down my spine.

He placed me on top of him again, and I didn’t wait this time.

I needed him inside me like breath. Like fire.

I raised myself up and slid down slowly, savoring every inch.

The stretch, the pressure it was everything.

My walls tightened around him, and his mouth dropped open like he was the one being undone.

“Stormi…” he groaned.

“You wanted me to talk?” I whispered, finally finding my voice. “Then listen. I want this. I want you. All of you.”

He growled, hands gripping my thighs as I moved, finding my rhythm. One hand slid up his stomach while the other braced on his chest, feeling the way his body tensed beneath mine. My moans got louder, higher, until I couldn’t stop them if I tried.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Don’t hold back. I want to hear everything.”

I came again, suddenly and without warning, falling forward onto his chest as my body clenched around him. And still it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted to lose myself in him completely.

“Since you won’t talk to me, I’ll talk to you.”

Seth flipped me over again, strong and commanding, and positioned me on all fours. I didn’t need direction. My back arched naturally, like I was made for him.

He kissed my lower back, then my ass, before he pushed in again and I swear, I almost came from just that stretch alone. My fingers clawed into the sheets, and I let out a sound I’d never heard myself make before.

“Stormi,” he moaned behind me, voice wrecked. “You feel what you do to me?”

I couldn’t answer. I was gone, my body pulsing with each deep, perfect thrust. I felt him everywhere. And then he said it the one thing that shattered every wall I had left.

“I want a love that doesn’t hurt. One that stays. I want to make you feel safe giving me your heart… 'cause I already gave you mine. Just don’t hurt me.”

And that was it. My body let go completely, liquid heat flooding from me, my mind spiraling.

“Wait, Seth, I think I’m?—”

“You’re not,” he whispered, still moving inside me. “You’re just letting go. Don’t be scared of it.” He held my hips like I was something precious like if he let go, I’d disappear.

I didn’t even realize I was crying until the tears hit the mattress.

It wasn’t sadness. It was release. It was everything I’d kept buried for so long rising up and crashing down all at once.

And he was still inside me, still moving, still whispering things against my skin that made it feel like the world outside this bed didn’t exist. I was trembling.

Not from what he did to my body, but from what he just did to my heart.

When my body finally stilled, I collapsed forward, my forehead resting against the sheets, breath ragged. My chest rose and fell like I’d just run a marathon. And maybe I had through every memory, every wall, every fear I thought would protect me.

Seth leaned over, one hand sliding up my back like he was trying to soothe more than just my skin.

“Stormi…” My name didn’t sound like a name in his mouth. It sounded like a vow.

He eased out of me slowly, and I whimpered not because of pain, but because I already missed him. He moved gently, like he knew I needed a minute. Like he felt how raw I was inside.

He reached for a towel, cleaned us both in silence, and then climbed back into the bed like he belonged there like we both did. And maybe we did.

He pulled the blanket over us, then wrapped an arm around me, palm flat against my stomach like he was holding more than just my body… like he was holding the storm he knew that lived inside me.

For a while, neither of us said anything. We just lay there, tangled and bare, listening to each other breathe.

That’s when I felt it this ache in my chest I didn’t know how to name. Not lust. Not love. Something in between. Something terrifying. We lay there, tangled in each other, the only sound between us being the soft rhythm of our breathing and the wind drifting in from the open window.

Seth didn’t rush to speak. He didn’t pull away like he’d gotten what he wanted. He just held me tight, warm, steady like he knew I needed a minute to make sense of what just happened. My mind was a mess. Not from regret. But from the realness of it.

Because that wasn’t just sex. That was something else.

Something deeper. He hadn’t just touched my body he’d cracked open a door I’d spent years holding shut.

I closed my eyes and let myself feel it: his arms around me, his lips brushing my forehead, his breath steady and calm against my neck.

I could hear the beat of his heart, still fast, but sure. Grounded.