Karma Needs Love

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Warning: Death and freak nasty shit 😁

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3rd Person POV

"Mmh, baby. That feels so fucking good." Justine moaned, as William pressed her against the front door, sucking hickies up and down her neck.

"I wanna taste you, baby." He whispered in her ear, rubbing his fingers against her soaked lips.

Ripping her thong from her body, Will got on his knees, and threw her left leg over his shoulder.

"Fuck! Yes, baby!" She moaned, tightly gripping his hair, as he sucked her clit into his mouth.

Hearing her deeply gasp, her grip on his hair loosened, and then felt something wet drip on his forehead.

Looking up at her, she had a bullet hole in the center of her head, and her slumping body began to fall over.

Frantically crawling out of the way, William wiped the blood from his forehead, as he heard a laugh that sent chills up his spine.

Standing to his feet, William looked behind him, but he could barely see, since the rest of the lights in his penthouse was off.

He ran to the light switch, and turned them on, his eyes locking on the brown ones of a woman he'd never seen before.

He ran to the light switch, and turned them on, his eyes locking on the brown ones of a woman he'd never seen before

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She was dressed in all black, with a gun hanging from her fingers, that had a silencer on the end.

"Wh-who are you? What the fuck are you doing in my house?!" He asked, going for the gun he kept under the table, but it wasn't there

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"Wh-who are you? What the fuck are you doing in my house?!" He asked, going for the gun he kept under the table, but it wasn't there.

"No need in looking for any weapons, I got rid of them all. As for who I am. Just call me Karma."

Lifting the gun she fired two shots into his head, watching as his body crumbled to the floor.

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