Page 10 of Property of Camo

Savoring the fear from them both, my blood pounds through my veins, adrenaline making me amped up and ready to see blood spill.

Taking the blade from my holster, stepping closer, their fear ramps up, pleasing me. With each passing second, my body vibrates with adrenaline, and with the knowledge that I am ending these two sickos.

Reaching out in a flash, I grip the bitch’s hair, pulling her forward before slicing the sharp blade across her throat. Blood sprays all over the cowering man; the gurgling sounds mixed with her weak attempts at screaming make me chuckle.

“Now you, fuckface.” I grin at the man.

He shakes his head, rapidly scrambling off the bed as his girlfriend dies in her own blood.

He scatters across the floor, and I rush to him, dragging the blade across his chest, making him scream out in pain.

“That is nothing compared to what I am going to do to you.”

By the time I am finished, I am covered in blood, and his body looks like it has been attacked by an animal, with all the cuts and tears I added to him to draw out his pain. I inflicted as much pain as his body would take before he passed out and his heart stopped.

Fucking shame really, because his son endured so much pain and he still has to live with the trauma.

Once I get to my bike, I start her up and ride back in the direction of the club, my blood pumping fast in my veins, my cock harder than steel in my pants. These are the times when I would go to Skyla, but since we are not talking right now, a club girl will have to fucking do tonight.

Parking my bike at the club, I march inside, nodding to Pres.

“It’s done.” I look over to Shaz and nod to her. “Come to my room in ten.” I keep walking, not stopping for anything, needing to get this fuck’s blood off me.

Getting to my room, I strip and leave my clothes on the floor outside my room, knowing that a prospect will burn that shit and clean my cut.

Hitting the shower, I wash off the now dry and crusty blood from my skin, my cock thick and hard, pulsing for release, as the adrenaline courses through my body. Images of Skyla on her knees for me makes my dick twitch and leak.

I punch the wall, denting the white tiles in anger at the shit that is playing out between us right now.

Stepping from my shower, I don’t bother drying off, meeting Shaz in my room, already on her knees for me.

“Suck it.” Growling, I step to her, her willing mouth open and ready.

I close my eyes as her mouth encases my raging hard-on. I stick to the images of Skyla sucking me off in her room, my bodyfilled with a mixture of emotions: anger, regret, arousal, and pain, as my climax sneaks closer.

Needing this to end, I open my eyes, looking down at the club whore who looks all too happy to be pleasing me, but I snarl at her, and her eyes widen in both fear and arousal.

Gripping her head, I fuck her mouth hard and fast, not caring about her gagging on me. Her eyes water, tears stream down her face as spit slips from the corner of her lips.

My balls tighten and I come, filling her mouth and throat while holding her still, not giving her a chance to spit out my load. The feeling ebbs away as regret sits heavy in my gut.

What the fuck is that about?

“Get lost.” I wave my hand at her, not bothering to help her up off the floor.

“You are a fucking asshole, Camo,” Shaz bitches, swiping the back of her hand across her mouth.

“Been called worse. You know where the door is.” I turn my back on her, only to stiffen at her words.

“No wonder you can’t ever claim an Ol’ Lady. You could never treat a woman right.” With that, she leaves.

Shaking off her words, I climb into bed and shut off the world for a few hours so I can sleep. Little do I know that a certain woman with black and blue hair would invade my dreams.

5

Skyla

Ismile at the four lines of kids who are in my junior self-defense class. We start at age five and go up to sixteen, then the older kids join the adult group with a parent’s permission.

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