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Jaded and on edge, I close my eyes and shiver as the image of those graphite orbs that have plagued me for eleven years come into vision. I should be fearful of my future and what it holds, but I’m too tired to care or think. There is no doubt in my mind that what happens to me from here on out will depend on Justyce Travino; and the fact that it partially invigorates me, pisses me off and scares the fuck out of me all at the same time explains how screwed up I truly am.
I don’t open my eyes when I feel the car slow to a stop. I’m not about to give Justyce exactly what he wants. If he thinks he can break me then he has another thing coming. It’s always been his end game, this constant case of cat and mouse foreplay. And fuck if it doesn’t always turn me on.
The door opens. Along with the cool breeze comes the spicy and woodsy smell of a cologne that beckons me like an old friend. His breath catches at the exact moment I feel my lips curl up into a smile.
Showtime.
Chapter Seven – Justyce
I didn’t know what to expect or how I would react when I saw Kenzi Adrina again. The first emotion that scratches the surface is frustration.
Peering down at her and the smirk situated on that damn face, I can tell she hasn’t lost her spunk. I’m not sure if that turns me on or infuriates me. The fact she’s hiding those electric blue eyes that have haunted me for over eleven years is really testing my resolve.
After the shit she saw that night so long ago, after everything I promised could and would happen to her if I ever saw her again, I expected her to be cowering, that she’d be anything but bratty. Yet, here she is, sitting in the back of my brother’s car with those sexy and fuckable lips pulled up at the sides.
Kenzi has always pushed my buttons at every turn. I was naïve to think she wouldn’t continue to be a pain in my ass now. Leaning on the door of the Audi, I drink her in. From her hair that is as dark as the midnight sky to those luscious full tits spilling over the black tank top she tries to hide under her jacket. My, my, my, how my Dark One has blossomed.
Warfare flares within, demanding I peel back every petal until I reach her dark and rotten core, until she’s putty in my hand and I can mold her exactly to my liking. I’m a fucking masochist, and I’d take the affliction any day for a little taste of Kenzi, but not before I break her in the process.
My brows draw together in confusion and the frustration tramples over my lust induced brain. She’s seen my beast and the cataclysm I can ensue, yet she sits nice and snug in the leather seat with her lids still closed and a smile on her face. Is she really poking the beast, knowing everything I’m capable of?
Shaking out of my inner dialogue, I growl, “Kenzi, get out of the car.”
Her eyes dart from side to side under her eyelids as goosebumps pebble her skin. I’m not too blind to see that her nipples are peaked under her top and I smirk. She’s still affected by me. Her body always gave up her position on the chess board, her next move, and it seems nothing has changed.
My patience is growing thin. Kenzi hasn’t even stepped foot out of the car and already she’s jumping up and down on my last nerve. I can see the stubbornness etched on her face and how she refuses to open her eyes and look at me. She thinks she’s smart, that she has one up on me. Little does she know that along with the eleven years that separated us, I have turned into a ruthless bastard with the tolerance level of three old, hence none.
My head cants to the side to see Acheron with a smirk on his face. I can see in his eyes exactly what he’s thinking and waiting for; after all, this shit gets the sick motherfucker off. I shake my head and match his smirk before I unclench my fist, turn to Kenzi, and wrap my fingers around the plait laying on her shoulder.
Her eyelids flare open and I’m momentarily stunned by the intensity of those electric blues. Her social media profiles don’t do them justice. I laugh inwardly, realizing she’s toying with a whole other justice.
I’m not lost to the fact that Kenzi is as affected as I am when she draws her bottom lip into her mouth and sucks on it. It takes her a few moments to remember what brought her back to Dana Point, but when it registers in those orbs, I swear to all fucking mighty God pre-cum drips from my over inflated cock. She’s mine now, and Kenzi Adrina will find out exactly what it’s like to play with a frenzied beast who’s ready to annihilate everything and anything in its path.
Reaching over Kenzi, I hear her breath catch as I grab her bag then yank her out of the safe haven of the car. I’m not surprised when the fight returns in her eyes and stamps out the licentious fire that was burning moments ago. She’s angry and turned on. I can work with that.
Wrapping my hand tighter around her long hair, I issue a small nod to Acheron, telling him without words that his work here is done. He chuckles softly under his breath and I’d bet my left nut he’s just added this scene to his spank bank.
Shaking my head, I walk through the large garage and open the door that leads into the house. Kenzi’s hand is wrapped around mine so I don’t pull out her hair and I ignore the shooting current that comes with the gesture.
Our feet click against the dark, smooth slate tiles as I drag her down the hallway toward the staircase that leads to the second floor. Sparing her a glance, I’m delighted when I see trepidation behind those bewitching irises. The lioness is still there, but fear is a predominant factor. One that will no doubt leave her in a state of anxiety. Her lips pull back, showing me her perfect white teeth but she doesn’t say a word.
Aimlessly my eyes wander as we ascend the dark floating staircase. Reaching out, I steady myself on the glass railing, drawing Kenzi close to me. Citrus and the scent of the ocean floats up and infiltrates my nostrils. She still smells like the sunshine and sea after all these years. It both arouses me and pisses me off in the same breath.
Reaching the top of the staircase, I’m impressed that she hasn’t made a single sound or protest, but the other part of me questions what she’s playing at. An act of defiance maybe?
Slate tiles flow down the hallway and becomes silver-gray carpet when we step into a bedroom. I relinquish my hold on her with reluctance, but I need to see what she’ll do, how she’ll tackle these next minutes.
Kenzi doesn’t bother looking around at her surroundings or taking in anything other than me as she turns around and places her hands on her hips.
I say nothing. I allow her to fester in the mess that is no doubt circling in her skull and throw her carryon bag at her feet.
“Shower is over there. I suggest you use it.” I point to the closed white timber door. Kenzi doesn’t vacillate and I swear she has grown more stubborn over the years.
I fish my hand around in my pocket and smile when I find what I’m looking for. Pulling out her cell phone, I wave it around for theatrics. Something flashes across her face, and if I’m not mistaken its uncertainty. I guess she didn’t realize I pickpocketed her.
“There’s no way out. Like I said, shower. I’ll be back shortly.” With that I turn on my heel, close the door and lock it.
Three, two, one.
