Page 10 of The Darkest Hour

I turned my attention back to the woman servicing me—her face flushed, eyes watering, but dutifully continuing her task.

“That's a good girl.”

And then suddenly. . .explosive gunshots shattered the silence and boomed in the hallway.

What?

More booms came.

One after another and another.

Like demented, rabid firecrackers on steroids, bursting right outside of my door.

What. The. Fuck!?

People screamed.

Footsteps pounded as if security was heading that way.

Please, tell me someone isn’t coming to kill me right now.

Anger burned through me.

Not right now, idiot! Kill me after I cum!

And the fuck face kept on shooting whoever was outside my door. It was probably many of the guards. With a hotel like this with very important clients, their security was an army.

This told me that the killer was skilled enough to track me to this island, sneak through security, and come for me.

Too bad, the person won’t be skilled enough to survive.

Pissed out of my mind, I was now abruptly pulled from my erotic euphoria with my cock still submerged deeply in the woman's mouth.

“Enough.” I yanked my cock away.

She choked, gasping for air as I rapidly adjusted my pants. My erection, refusing to be tamed, seethed in discomfort against the fabric of my pants.

Piece of shit. I’m going to beat you until you’re unconscious, tie you up in the bathroom, go fuck these women, and then return to torturing you for the rest of my stay.

The women on the bed, scared and confused, stopped their activities. Their breathless pants and the bound woman's whimpering sobs were drowned out by the storm of bullets outside.

In fact, the tormenting sound of gunfire echoed in the room so loud it caused even the naked people in the glass wall to stop their fucking and stare at me with confused expressions.

What a fucking cock blocker!

The woman kneeling before me stammered. “Sir?”

“Stay here.” I went to my jacket, grabbed my two guns, and took them off safety. “I have to kill someone really quick.”

The bound woman gasped in horror.

A new rush of adrenaline spiked my blood with wild frustration.

You are going to feel nothing but pain for days, asshole.

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