Page 36 of Vows From Hell

Through tears and screams, Morrison tried to compose himself. By now, he realized that if Storm didn’t kill him, he’d likely die from blood loss. Even if he truly managed to get around the traps my colleague had set, it was going to be too late to save his pathetic life.

“No. All they have are suspicions.’’

Storm smiled. “Perfect, thank you.’’

That was when she emptied the rest of the clip into his body. A shot directly in his chest, killing him instantly. She didn’t stop there — she shot his stomach, legs, and saved the last bullet for in between his eyes.

His dead, limp body fell to the side with a loud thud.

Storm stood up, dusting off her knees. All she managed to do was smear the blood all over her. With a sigh, she tossed the gun to the side and turned to look at me.

To anyone else, this would’ve been a scene right from a horror movie.

A girl with messy hair, a crazed look in her eyes while covered in blood staring right at me. A dead body next to her as the light above her flickered.

To me, she was the prettiest woman alive.

Covered in the blood of the man who was a threat to us. And my Bambi took care of it all on her own.

At the same time, we took steps forward until an inch separated us.

The stench of blood made my cock harden, as the look in her eyes shifted from insanity to lust.

I didn’t want to waste even a second. My hand wrapped around her throat, her lips parting for me. However, it wasn’t me who made the first move.

It was her.

XII

MICAH

Storm’s kisses were furious, needy, and desperate.

Wrapping her hands around my neck, she brought me closer to her. With each brush of her hand and body, some of the warm blood transferred onto me. And it was the most precious gift I’d ever received.

She tasted as sweet as honey, as addictive as nicotine. A combination that promised to ruin what was left of my sanity, to cross all the lines until I was on my knees for her, desperate and begging.

And when it came to her, I had no issues obliging in anything she wanted. If she told me to kill myself, I would. That was how much power she had over me and she didn’t even realize it yet.

I lowered my hand from her neck and trailed it down her body. She trembled under my touch, moaning into the kiss while tugging on my hair. A small smirk tugged on the corner of my lips as I wished for nothing but to devour her.

“Micah,’’ she moaned. “My clothes. Take them off.’’

It wasn’t a difficult request.

And my patience started wearing thin. Quickly, I pulled her shorts alongside her underwear down to her ankles, and she was quick to step out of them. My shirt barely covered her ass and seeing her in such a sight in front of me pushed my remaining patience away.

As she waited for me to take my clothes off, she took a step back. She was barefoot and slipped on the pool of blood behind her. I managed to catch her right before her head hit the tiles, but the rest of her body was now soaked in ichor.

As if someone had thrown a bucket of blood over her.

And she was the hottest I’d ever seen her.

“Are you hurt?”

Storm shook her head.

“Good,’’ I mumbled, burying my head in the crook of her neck as I pulled her up, kissing on her soft spot and hearing her soft moans hitting my ear. “You were so brave, Bambi. And you looked good doing it.’’

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