Chapter Thirty-three

Storm's POV

"Your body is so soft." He bent and whispered into my ears, his voice made my skin crawl, I tried to get his hands off me but his grip was too tight and I was at a disadvantage because my hands were shaking and I was unstable because I was drunk. He pulled me back and there was a great distance between Tasha and I. I could barely even see her.

"Let me go." I thrashed again him.

"Come on, calm down, you know you like it. I've been watching you and I see the way you've been shaking that fat ass, you've been asking for it all night." He chuckled. This guy was delusional, I needed to get away from him fast.

I jabbed him in his belly as hard as I could and he let go of me, crouching down in pain. "You bitch! What the fuck is wrong with you? You're going to pay for this." He came at me but I was prepared, I kicked him in his belly and grabbed him as he bent to deliver a punch to the nose, I heard it crack then I rounded it up with a quick jab to the throat. He fell to the gro