Page 20 of Justyce
I mosey toward her with slow, calculated steps, reveling in the small twitch in her left eye and the tick in those beautiful full lips. She’s affected, and she hates it.
Kenzi draws her bottom lip into her mouth and that’s when I strike. Wasting no time I wrap my hand around her dark, wet tendrils, causing her to gasp and I catch a peek of her silver tongue ring. Her eyes turn into slits as if just realizing the precarious situation she’s in.
I peer down into those come fuck me eyes, suppressing the groan that’s working its way up my damn esophagus. I don’t show weakness in my world, and I refuse to start now.
“Let fucking go of me, Justyce! We aren’t in high school anymore, you can’t fucking bend me to your damn will and expect me to lap at you like a fucking dog in heat. It’s not how the real world works,” she growls.
It’s exactly howmyworld works, but I decide to hold onto that piece of information a little longer. Kenzi wriggles in my grip, her bewitching hues throwing samurai swords at my fucking skull, and it makes me fucking smile.
She brings her bloodied hand up and wraps it around my fist in her hair. The current vibrates over my flesh, the tremors increasing as it reaches my painfully hard cock.Fuck her.
Cognizance washes over my skin like battery acid, knowing that even after all these estranged years Kenzi Adrina still has her little fist wound so tight around my soul I fear I won’t ever breathe the same again.
The intensity of my hold in her hair augments and ire stomps out the electric current hammering between us. Now all that’s left is a frizzle wanting to be reignited.
Something flickers through her irises and I know my girl senses the shift. Kenzi was always too smart for this fucking place, too smart for her own good. Lamentation claws at my already thin resolve. It really is a shame I’m the monster in this story and not the hero.
Unwillingly, I break eye contact and drag Kenzi out the door and down the hallway. It was always meant to be this way, right? I try to convince myself as we descend the staircase and head closer to what I know will shatter whatever Kenzi and I have between us. She curses me, trying to break free of my hold, and when she realizes she can’t, she huffs in frustration.
Kenzi has fucked with my mind since we were teenagers. It’s only fair I fuck back. After all, this is what we always were, a train wreck waiting to happen, and her stepfather handed me the golden key to make it a reality.
Tempering my mind, I slip back into the comfortable shoes of Justyce Travino, the beast, the monster, my very own judge and jury.
I detour into the downstairs bathroom, ignoring Kenzi’s blood dripping on my floor and how it secretly turns me on to watch her bleed. I fling the white mirrored cupboard wide and pull out some bandages and antiseptic stuffing them in my pockets before yanking her out into the hallway.
“Where are you taking me, Justyce?”
Kenzi’s voice comes out small, wavering on my name. Something coils in my gut, but I wade it out. I won’t submit to her little whims. Justyce Travino doesn’t bow to no one.
Choosing to ignore her, I keep my eyes looking forward and watch as the slate turns into a massive stone staircase. Everything in my body constricts, the strings around my heart feel like they’ve been doused in cyanide as I drag her down the steps, knowing she’ll resent me even more in a few moments.
Our harsh breathing is all I can hear as the staircase and wrought iron barricade that aids as a barrier from falling winds around until we hit the last one. Stopping abruptly, I eye the ancient arched timber door with ire. It reminds me of the one my father had, the one he… No, I’m not going down that fucked up path tonight.
Kenzi’s voice is like a bucket of icy cold water over me, breaking me from my thoughts.
“Justyce, what is this?”
I smirk, hearing the edge in her voice. Her sassiness needs to be tamed, and it fucking will be. She just doesn’t know yet.
Fishing out the keys from my track pants, I place the old bronze one into the lock and turn. A click sounds, signaling it’s unlocked. I reach for the black, round iron door handle and twist it then push the door open.
The damp and dank smelling room hits me square in the nose, and even though it’s dark I know Kenzi can see because she shrinks back. I risk a glance at her and what I see surprises me. Her features are set at a hard angle, those electric hues facing forward and not giving any inclination of how she feels. I can see she’s not going to succumb easily, which is more than ok with me.
Throwing her into the old basement more suited as a dungeon, I watch her stagger in amusement. My emotions feel like they’re fucking bipolar and I’m not sure what to make of that.
Kenzi turns toward me, trepidation and vexation painted on her beautiful face. “This is your grand scheme? Lock me up? What the fuck did I ever do to you, Justyce?”
I lean on the doorjamb eyeing her intensely. I’ve always loved Kenzi angry.
“Lots of things, and you know it. You’re mine now, a debt to be paid. Pretty now but I’ll change that. You will yield, and when you do,” I groan, “when you do it will be downright fucking depraved, filthy and everything you are.”
She screws her face up and screams, “You are fucked up beyond belief! You can’t keep me here like a fucking dog!”
Instead of answering her, I take one last lingering look, throw her the bandages, slam the door, and then lock it.
Kenzi runs to the door immediately and tries to open it. “Fuck you, Justyce. Let me out!”
I walk away and step back up the stone staircase with my heart jackhammering and questions ringing in my mind.
