Page 11 of Justyce
The plan backfired. Justyce was supposed to break his promise and fall to me instead of me begging for his cock like he assumed I would. This wasn’t how I foresaw things going. Yes, Justyce was livid with me, I saw as much in his eyes. He wasn’t supposed to leave with her though.
How can I be attracted to him and hate him in one breath? It doesn’t make sense. I kick a stone and it skids along the grass before hitting a broken cobblestone step to one of the houses.
Straightening my dress at the back, I’m about to sit down when I hear a moan filter through the air. Thinking I imagined it, I turn my head to the side and listen intently.
Another moan sounds and this time I consider heading toward the sound. What am I thinking? I turn around to head back to Bianca when another moan permeates the air.
Fuck it. I reach down and take off my heels and creep toward the mewls coming from the archaic and broken house. As I near, I hear a groan that moves straight through my core.
I have a good idea of what I’m about to see, yet I sneak forward, anxiously hoping it isn’t what or who I think it is.
Walking up the broken steps quietly, I step around the rotting floorboards, following the sound of slapping skin.
Moonlight shines through the non-existing roof, and goosebumps prickle over as I stand and take in the eerie feeling in the ruined house.
The moans, grunts and whimpers increase and I peer to the far right seeking the culprits. Graphite eyes find my blues and hell freezes over. I know my mouth is hanging open by the smirk on Justyce’s face as he fucks Brittney against a sagging half wall, but I can’t take my eyes off of him.
Brittney’s back is to me, with her leg held tightly in Justyce’s grip. Sweat trickles down his brow and drips down onto his chest. This isn’t the time to appraise Justyce’s sinful body, yet I catalogue him to memory.
His stormy eyes lazily take me in from head to toe and I can see the hunger in them. It’s not for Brittney. It’s for me.
I clench my legs tightly together, my feet rooted to the decrepit floorboards as I watch Justyce screw Brittney like his life depends on it.
Catching my bottom lip between my teeth, I feel my eyes dip lower and that’s when I catch the tattoo on his chest. I can’t see it completely, but from what I can see there is a skull and roses, I can’t make out the rest.
Justyce grunts, drawing my attention back to those greyish blue orbs that’ll haunt me until the end of time. That million dollar grin shows off his brilliant teeth right before he bites down on Brittney’s shoulder, with his eyes still on me.
I gasp and draw my hand to my mouth to stop the moan needing to escape. Justyce knows exactly what he’s doing, I can feel his teeth in my skin, as if it was me he was biting again.
I will my feet to move but his eyes have locked me in a trance, imploring me to fight him on this. I want to more than anything, yet I stay silent like a puppet waiting for its master to pull the strings.
Justyce’s eyes never waver from mine as his hips slam harder and faster into Brittney’s. I want this to be me, I want to be at Justyce’s mercy, but I know that wouldn’t ever happen. After all, I was a charity case and he was richer than anyone I’d ever known. I would never be good enough for him. Not that I should base my worth on fucking money or a rich frat boy, but here I am.
Brittney keens out loudly, breaking me from my thoughts, her orgasm rocketing through her body as Justyce follows suite. Instead of calling out Brittney’s name, he mouths Kenzi.
I blink out of my stupor and run as fast as I can away, feeling every bit of shame and embarrassment. I try to scratch the images from my mind but I know they’re imprinted forever, and Justyce knows it, too.I’m such a fucking idiot, I curse myself. I walked straight into his web I’m certain he weaved just for me. He is under my skin but I am sure as fuck under his as well.
I’m pulled from my memory by James shaking me.
“Kenz, babe? You ok? Talk to me, you’re scaring me.”
Pushing him off me, I stand and purposely avoid his eyes. That memory rocked me, and unfortunately that’s not the only image from that night that’s scarred me to the marrow.
I walk to the basin, turn the cold water on and splash it on my face before reaching for my toothbrush.
When I finish brushing my teeth, I turn to James and find myself suddenly speechless. He is right in front of me, still watching me with caution in his eyes, but there is something else swimming in those depths. I can’t put my finger on it, but I think he knows what’s about to happen.
Mentally I give myself a pep talk before opening my mouth and word vomiting all over James. Before I can say a word, he fractures the silence with his tired voice.
“Say it, Kenz. It’s over, right?”
I feel even more like an asshole because I’m not even sorry, not even a little bit upset. What does that say about me as a person?
“I’m sorry, James.”
“Sorry? That’s all you have to say to me after three fucking years?” he hisses. His saliva hits me in the face and I’m thrown back from the anger behind it. I didn’t expect him to react this way.
“I−I…”
