Page 38 of Vows From Hell

I slammed harshly inside of her. Hearing her scream only made me thrust harder.

“Yes,’’ she barely managed to utter. “I’m all yours.’’

I gripped her thighs until my fingers left a mark. She struggled to breathe, throwing her head back and closing her eyes.

“Let go, Bambi,’’ I whispered, yet it was an indisputable command.

And she followed my command perfectly. She came undone while I was still ruthlessly fucking her, breaking her apart. Her sensitive body gave in, her knees buckling. I caught her before she fell, not allowing her to escape from me.

“Wait,’’ she whimpered. “Give me a minute to breathe.’’

“You can breathe while I’m fucking you.’’

She barely weighed anything. Light as a feather. I was gripping under her knees, her legs spread wide as I continued thrusting. In the reflection of the window, I could see the arousal on her face perfectly.

With her hair messily falling down her left shoulder, her stained flesh and shirt only made my cock twitch inside of her. Her bare pussy was on display as I thrust harder, watching in bliss when her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

Moans filled the room and Storm grabbed my arms, digging her nails into my flesh.

"What a filthy slut,’’ I hummed, sinking my teeth in the crook of her neck. “Tightening around my cock after you’ve killed a man in cold blood.’’

Storm screamed in what seemed to be a mix of beautiful pleasure and aching pain. Goosebumps tugged on her skin and she trembled.

“I can’t anymore,’’ she whispered, barely audible.

“You can and you will. You’ll come for me again, won’t you?”

That was a trigger enough for her. She didn’t care if anyone in the world could hear; she screamed on top of her lungs, her toes curling once the wave of orgasm finally hit her. Her pussy pulsed around me, pushing me toward my release.

I filled her up completely, not stopping the ruthless slamming until she was entirely filled with my warm cum.

“That’s my good girl.’’ I kissed the top of her head, slowly putting her down.

She stumbled, her knees buckling. I caught her right in time, then picked her up and sat her down on the table. The sound of her heart beating filled my ears. She was silent for a few moments, trying to regain her breath.

“Oh, God,’’ she started mumbling, almost as if she’d regretted killing that man. “What did I do?”

“It’s no use to regret it now, Bambi.’’

Her eyes darted between the dead body mere inches away from us. She tilted her head to the side, brows narrowed.

“Who said anything about regret? I’m just anxious. How the hell are you going to cover this up?’’

“Okay, deep breaths,’’ I instructed, and she listened. “First of all, don’t you think it’s strange that your disappearance isn’t all over the news?”

She blinked. “It is strange.’’

“That’s because no one reported you missing. A young woman getting kidnapped for the second time by the same serial killer is bound to make international news, Bambi. No one knows you’re with me, which means that the bastard was bluffing.’’

“That makes a lot of sense. But still, he might have someone coming as backup.’’

I shrugged. “It’s definitely not those morons you’ve spent your time here with.’’

She blinked, disbelief written all over her face. “You know about them?”

“Of course.’’

“Why am I surprised?”

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