Page 77 of Fatality

My chest heaves with each breath, and the sudden movement sends a sharp pain through my side.

The pain dampeners dull it, but I still hiss through my teeth.

She's a fucking ghost.

I take a long sip of Nitro before setting it down hard on the counter.

I need to move. I need to get rid of this fucking frustration.

I pull on a pair of pants, then a compression gym shirt that molds to my muscles, put my boots next.

I leave, stalking out of my apartment, take the stairs two at a time.

The night air slaps me in the face, cooling my body but doing nothing to calm my nerves.

Instead of driving, I head toward a bar not far from my place. A double-sided bar where there are actual whores.

One where I know I can always find a cunt to let out my frustration.

I could go to Lira, have sex for free, but she'd be too clingy and demanding, so fuck that.

The bar sits on my territory, so everyone knows who I am.

I can have free sex here too. In return, I keep the randoms from causing problems.

Protection has its perks.

I step inside, cross the main room, and head toward the back.

The girls are there.

Never drugged, there are rules, and they're treated well enough that nobody complains.

“What are you here for, handsome?” one of them asks, walking toward me.

Her long, copper-red hair is slightly messy. Her breasts are on display, bouncing with every step, and she knows exactly what she's doing.

My cock starts hardening, I palm myself through my pants.

I don't waste time.

I grab her by the hair and slam her face-first against the mattress, pinning her there.

I unbutton my pants.

She lets out a gasp as I pull her lace panties down and push into her in one powerful thrust.

I growl into her ear.

She's slightly loose, but I don't give a damn. I don't give her time to adjust before I start moving, frantic and uncontrolled.

I need to get it out, I need to burn through the frustration clawing at my insides.

My hips slam against her ass, the sound becoming a primal rhythm beneath her cries.

“That's it, scream for me. Be the perfect little bitch and take it.”

I close my eyes, never losing the rhythm of my unforgiving thrusts, driving deep before nearly pulling out until only the tip remains, then slamming back inside.