Page 55 of Storm

“Okay! They’re at the fuckin’ old chicken plant on Nine!”

“How many?” I growl this time.

“About twenty.”

“If you’re lyin’ to me, I’ll come back here and kill you and fuck your bloody corpse,” I warn him.

“I’m not lyin’! That’s all there is,” he tells us. I glance over at Patch and he nods his head. I pretend like I’m going to walk away when I pull my knife from the sheath and spin around, jamming the blade into his neck. Blood sprays the room as I pull it free and this time, Kenz does throw up.

We all look over at her, heaving onto the floor when Tide tosses me a rag. I clean the blood off my hands before moving toward her, wrapping my arm around her waist and dragging her toward the door.

She stumbles up a few steps but keeps moving until we make it to my room. I lead her into the bathroom and turn on the water so she can wash her face.

“Clean up.”

“You don’t even blink,” she whispers.

“Should I?”

“It’s like you’re someone else when you’re killing them,” she adds as I pull her hair back and grab the tie to keep it away from her face.

“Maybe I am. Or maybe this is just me. I warned you, Kenz.”

“I’ve never seen anything like that. I mean, when I was little I heard stories, but I’d never seen it.”

“You weren’t meant to see it. Not then, not now. That isn’t your role in the club,” I tell her. She washes her face and rinses her mouth before grabbing the towel to dry herself off.

“When I was hitting that guy, I lost it. I felt so…lost. Gone. Like I wasn’t even there. It was almost scary to feel like that. Is that how you feel?” She asks, looking up at me now as I shake my head.

“No. I honestly don’t feel anything when I kill. There’s nothin’. Just a dark pit that I’m tryin’ to escape from.”

“And when it’s over?”

“Then it’s over and the mission was accomplished. Maybe it’s me or the way I was raised or somethin’ in my brain is just fucked up. I don’t really know but I don’t feel shit,” I admit to her. She nods her head and starts to walk past me when I stop her, pulling her back.

“Take the pants off,” I say nodding toward them. She looks at me funny but kicks off her shoes and then pulls her pants off along with her panties.

“Good girl. Now sit on the edge of the counter,” I tell her. Kenz looks up at me, her eyes sparkling in the light before she hops up on the counter. I step in between her legs, spreading them wide for me. Then I undo my jeans and yank them down, tugging my cock.

“I’m gonna fill that little pussy of yours full of me, Kenz. I’m gonna fuck you so deep that all you’re gonna feel is me,” I warn her before I drag her closer to the edge where I want her. I step in, line up my cock and plunge inside of her. Kenz gasps, her hands coming to rest on my shoulders as I fuck her hard just like I said I would.

I keep pumping into her before grabbing her ass in my hands and lifting her. She wraps her legs around my waist and spin around, slamming her back against the wall. I keep going. Needing to be as deep inside of her as I can.

“Storm,” she cries.

“Does it hurt, baby?” I ask her as I keep fucking her roughly.

“Yes!”

“But you fuckin’ love it don’t you? Tell me you love my cock rippin’ you apart,” I demand her.

“I love it. Fuck Storm.” That’s what I wanted to hear. I keep fucking her before lowering us to the floor, keeping her on her back. I grab the edge of the bathtub for some leverage in one hand and her hip in the other pounding into her at a fast pace.

Her head bounces off the side of the tub but I don’t stop. Not until I feel my balls draw up and her pussy clench around me.

“Yeah, Kenz. Just like that,” I tell her as I pump into her faster. Kenz screams, her orgasm ripping her apart as I fill her pussy full.

She’s panting, gasping for air as I keep rocking into her making sure she gets every fucking ounce of me inside of her.