With Storm trusting in and out of her mouth endlessly, Julia couldn't find a way to breathe properly. It was choking her, tearing her eyes, and disgusting her.
Julia was an inexperienced woman. This kind of unprepared intercourse is too much for her to handle.
Julia couldn't blame Storm if he would force himself into her, since it was her who mixed the drug into the wine that he took, but wasn't it too much to fuck her in her mouth?
Julia finds it humiliating and dirty.
Julia hit his leg with her vulnerable hands, hoping that he would let go. But she was too weak to make him feel the pain of her blows. Instead, it's her who suffers the pain on her hands.
Tears cascaded from her eyes. She stops resisting as she already felt her end. Her pupils turned bloodshot and she couldn't breathe.
By the time Julia thought her breathing is about to stop, Storm pulled his c*ock and harshly shoved her on the bed.
Julia couldn't take it anymore and she fainted.
Storm shook his head as he looked at him coldly, there was not even an ounce of regret in his eyes. Furthermore, the heat inside his body has yet to subside completely. He has yet to reach his climax, but he has lost interest in continuing it.
He didn't need a weak woman who looked like a dead corpse already to satisfy him.
With unsteady strides, he tottered his way towards the bathroom and soaked himself under an icy shower. He let the cold water calm his nerves, to put off the boiling heat that was flowing through all his veins, but the water was never enough.
Gritting his teeth, he reached out for his p*nis and helped himself reach his climax through masturbation.
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After an hour of cold showers, Storm came out of the bathroom with only a towel on, wrapping his lower body. His bare chest and sexy abs were screaming with pride. It was a feast in the eyes, especially when droplets of water glistened like gems under the lights.
Unlike earlier, he was now walking fine. His eyes were no longer wearing that lustful look, but a cold one instead.
He sauntered towards Julia who was still unconscious and watched her face. His eyes suddenly squinted, but no one knew what he was thinking.
He marched towards the closet to find any decent clothes to wear, only to find it empty.
Yeah, right. What could he expect in a room that was seldom used?
He slammed the closet shut, and cast a glance again to the unconscious woman, which caused his veins on his temples to jut out.
He once again strode towards the bed and loomed over her. Not only that, he shut her a cold peer for several seconds, and grabbed the telephone on the bedside, calling someone. The moment the call went through, he immediately proposed his order, "Room 201. Bring two night robes. And also… that person."
Storm didn't give the other a chance to respond. He hung up the call and took a quilt, covering her naked body.
Storm sat on the couch, opposite the direction where Diego had passed out.
As usual, he rested his other leg across the other and was seated upright, exuding a majestic and oppressive air around him.
Within a minute of waiting, hurried footsteps were heard in the corridor, followed by knocks on the door.
"Come in." Storm coldly acknowledged their arrival. He neither glanced to the door that could be seen from his peripheral view nor blinked his eyes. He has his cold yet dark gaze on Diego, thinking.
The door was pushed open from the outside, and before everyone could take a step inside, someone was being thrown inside the room like a mere object.
He landed on the floor with a loud thud, and groaned in pain. He was like a dog drowning in the river. He was kicking so hard as he crawled his way towards Storm.
"Storm! Storm! I am one of The Hunter. You can't— you can't do this to me!" Matheo cried out as he tried to grab Storm's towel, which eventually received a slap from the latter.
Matheo jolted as he retracted his hands and went on his knees before Storm as he sobs.
Storm gracefully brought a finger to his ear and poked it, coldly saying, "Matheo, you're noisy, are you aware of that? You're getting on my nerves."
"Apologies, Storm." Matheo pressed his forehead on the floor and bit his lip so that he couldn't make any noise. Once Storm implied their mistake, it should be corrected right away. Or else…
Storm stretched out his arm toward the door, and Reynald immediately entered the room.
Marcus, who was now a little tipsy, tailed him. While the rest two people, who dragged Matheo inside, stayed outside the door, guarding it.
Reynald spread the robe ready and helped Storm to wear it, which caused Marcus's lips to curve in displeasure.
Storm tied the lace himself and stood up, carrying a suffocating air with him. He stood on Matheo's side and calmly asked, "Tell me, Matheo. Are you guilty?"
Matheo turned to his side and looked up at Storm like a baby bird, and hurriedly justified himself. "Storm, I know I should have not done that. But she's a whore. So what if I touched her ass? Who will care? A whore doesn't care."
"I care!" Storm's voice was cold as usual. But, as he said these words, it carried a possessive tone and authority. Storm shut him a sideways glance, and Matheo hung his head low instantly, unable to meet Storm's eyes. "And what do I do to people who touch on things I care about?"
"No!" Matheo fell on his ass and crawled, retreating. Fear overtook his face as he shook his head. No need to say more, he understood Storm's indication. "No Storm. You- you can't kill me! I'm your subordinate!"
Storm followed him in an unhurried step and released an audible smirk. "Yeah right. A King can kill his subordinates… And I am a King."
Through a nimble and precise move, Storm raised his foot and brutally stomped on Matheo's head. As the latter fell down face front, he did it again in a more savage way, crushing the man's head beyond recognition.
Blood immediately scattered everywhere, more of them coated on Storm's feet.
"Nasty." Storm said, casting a pathetic look on his feet. He then turned to the direction of the bathroom as he demanded the duo in passing, "I want the room clear when I come out."
Reynald and Marcus sent Storm into the bathroom with a look. As the latter shut the door close, the duo could only lock each other's eyes and sighed.
"Alright, spectators." Marcus clapped his hands, calling the attention of the people at the door. "Get to work."