Hunter Storm "We need to act fast but cautiously, our every single move will determine our victory or defeat." My father says.I, Brandon, our uncles and our most trusted men gathered in his office to discuss our further strategy against the Red Skull, precisely Benjamin who is directly giving us threats."We have zero clue to start with, Don. We don't know where is he hiding, actually no one has seen him for last few days, his company says, he's gone on a vacation for self meditation as the last month has been very distressed for him, his wife committed suicide." My youngest uncle says."It proves why I give you minor works to accomplish, Neil." My father mocks him and his face turns red in embarrassment.A group of scoundrels. No doubt why they always swag their tails behind my father and earned nothing significant for themselves in all these years."Do I have a say in this, Don?" Brandon asks for the Don's permission.My father only nods his head."We'll use his strategy in order
Hunter Storm "Oh fuck..yes..faster." Anna's sexy moans encourage me to pound more fiercely in her tight pussy against the bathroom wall. Her body is bouncing with my each powerful thrust and the way her perfect breasts shakes in a rhythm, they turn me on more."Like this, my kitten. Huh..tell me. Do you want me to fuck you like this?" I whisper in her ear as I flip her so her front is now pressed on the tiles and ass perks out for me to grab and thrust deeper than before. The slapping of our wet skins against each other mixed with our moans are an erotic music, a booster for my insatiable desire for her as I don't know if I'd get another chance to make wild love to her.I hammer mercilessly inside her not caring if it will leave her sore for days. The inner beast inside me wants to tear her walls and fuck her endlessly. Roaming my hands on her sweaty skin, I grab her soft breasts and knead them in my palms. A throaty moan escapes from her mouth, another booster. My lips leaves a trai
Hunter Storm "Hunter, why didn't we plan to visit this beautiful state before?" Rochelle, whose has been over excited to join our mission asks as our car passes through far stretched farms and meadows where cattles are grazing, a life opposite of the hectic New York city which never sleeps."But I don't understand why Allan choose this place to spend his life. I mean just look at them, They lead a hard life, look at those women and men, they spend their days in these farms." Brandon, who has buried his face in his phone since we got off from the plane says taking a glance out of the window."This is the true essence of life, Brand. They're looking happy and more importantly satisfied with their lives." Rochelle replies to her brother whereas I am busy in a mental pep talk.I am about to meet the man who killed my mother, the assassination who led the attack and roasted my Mom with bullets without any mercy. The vivid picture of her lifeless body laying in the puddle of her own blood
Hunter Storm "I don't think he'd make it to New York, Hunter, just look at his bleeding." Roch shakes her head turning it on the opposite direction as she hates the scene of blood. "He won't die by only two bullets in his legs, Roch." Brandon replies but my eyes are zeroed on his lifeless face which is turning white since he's unconscious for almost three hours. He needs urgent medical attention and I'm going to give him the best I can. I want him alive. So, I can torture him again. "It's a matter of a couple of hours more including our car ride back to the infirmary at our old residence." Brandon says handing me a glass of scotch. "Take it, Hunter. You really look like a shit." He comments but I don't respond. The killer of my mother is laying in front of my eyes and as much as I want him dead, I can't kill him yet. "I hope Daniel would tell him master how we broke into their house, hold him captive and abducted his old master right under their noses." Rochelle says. "We need t
Anna Harris I don't know how to describe this feeling at the bottom of my heart. I can't have peace since Hunter left for a risky mission, if something goes wrong, he'd be back in a body bag or worse never comes back. All the moments I spent with him this far keeps replaying in my mind. I couldn't able to focus on my designs. I am supposed to finish them in a couple of days as on Monday, I have to be present at the workshop. The clock strikes 11:45 in the night. Hunter promises to come back by tomorrow. So, there's no need for me to stay awake and wait uselessly but how would I sleep without him. He has become my personal cuddly bear for last few days and without him, my bed feels cold. Thinking of new life and the challenges I'm facing to get acquainted with it, no matter how much I try, I find myself questioning my own decision. Am I ready to spend my rest of life worrying for Hunter's life? I don't find the answer. Neither I can accept him lifestyle nor I want to stay away fro
Hunter Storm I take a deep breath, fighting the urge to behead Brandon and the other men in whose watch I left my biggest bait and they failed me in a hazardous way. I never feel this way before, not having a clue of what to do next. "I am sorry, Hunter." Brandon's regretful voice adds more fuel to the fire. "I don't want your fucking apology, Brand!" I yell at him and punch the wall to vent out my anger on the non living object because right now, I am in a mood to kill anyone who dares to come across me. He looks down in shame. "Take a few pictures of the dead body and then dump it in the middle of the ocean in a concrete coffin, make sure, you don't get in the police's way." I order Brady and giving a last glance at my mother's killer who didn't give me the satisfaction to kill him with my own hands. He must be very happy when he ended his life. "Yes, Boss." He nods and instructs the other men to arrange a safe evacuation of the body from the infirmary. "We're going to see
Anna Harris "Where have you been, Hunter?" I ask the man who came home drunk and hardly keeping his eyes open, dangled on the living sofa. The strong stench of alcohol causes bile to rise in my throat but I try my best to control it as Hunter needs me right now. He looks wasted and hurt emotionally. "Hunter, wake up. You need to sober up." I pat his cheek but all I receive is a slurry reply from him which hardly make any sense to me. "Hunter..." I use softer tone this time. His green eyes depict the pain in his heart. "Why did he..do this..to me?" He murmurs before he completely passed out. I sigh in defeat. Rubbing my aching temples, I get up on my feet to bring a blanket for him but then something popped up in my mind and instead of fetching a blanket, I make my way to the guards who has concern laced on their faces but due to their bound to only guard the house, they hadn't said anything. "Umm..would you help me to take him to my room?" I ask them not being sure what answer
Anna Harris I found the spot next to me empty when I woke up late in the morning. The scenes from last night replay in my mind not because we had wild sex but his distant behavior. He looked totally lost even if I did my best to lift up his guards, he's broken beyond repair. Each muscle in my body pain horribly but I did my morning chores quickly and collect my required stuffs to finish the last design for my portfolio as tomorrow, I am going to step in a new phase of my life, the LV workshop. I and Hunter haven't talked about it since he handed me the letter of invitation and looking at the current circumstances, I must ask him again whether it's safe for me to start my workshop or postpone my dreams for a temporary, indefinite timeline. "Wow! These designs are incredible." Rochelle's exclamation brings a smile on my face. "I don't think so, I mean I worked on this dress multiple times but I am not getting the satisfaction. I feel there's something I'm missing." I point at a red b