Page 28 of Justyce
Closing my eyes I feel my entire body vibrate with repressed memories that I’ve kept in check until this very moment.
“I will never crawl to you, Justyce. You may be king shit in your world, but in my mind you’re nothing. You’re still chasing daddy’s approval, and that’s all you’ll ever be doing. And guess what, you’ll never get it because you are as weak as you are spineless,” I spit vehemently. There goes the care factor I had moments ago.
In a nanosecond Justyce is standing in front of me, fist in my hair and if he could blow flames out of his nose, I’m sure he would have disintegrated me because he looks fucking deadly.
“I hold your future in the palm of my hands. I own you, Kenzi, yet you keep pushing down on my fucking buttons! I could end you right here, right now and no one would miss you,” he scoffs.
“Preaching that I’m the one with daddy issues when I’ve watched you for the better part of my life chasing your mother’s affection, but all she cares about is the cock she’s bouncing up and down on and the powder under her nose! You’ve been here one damn week, and I’m ready to take my anger and frustrations out on your fucking ass. If I was you, I’d tread carefully,” he snarls.
I scowl up at him; his eyes are like slashes painted across his face. I don’t want to give in and give him what he wants, my anger. Justyce wants me to fight him even if he says otherwise. That’s what he’s always loved about me, he’s said as much without uttering a damn word.
But how dare he talk about me like he knows me. He knows nothing about me. That’s what I try to convince myself before my mouth takes over and I spew word vomit from it.
“Fuck you and the horse your rode in on! I see you, Justyce, I always have. You know what you are? You’re an insecure prick with a chip on his shoulder looking for someone to love him, but that’ll never happen because no one would ever love a prince without a heart.”
He leans in closer, yanking my head back harder, causing the burn in my skull to intensify. Blue eyes to black, we’re inches apart now and I see the battle wavering before me. My insides liquefy and my heart jackhammers, threatening to rip out of my chest, but I remain unmoving, waiting for his next slip on the chess board.
Justyce’s lips crash against mine and my eyes go wide. I remain rigid against his punishing grip, hands by my side while he licks at the seam of my lips, urging me to open up for him. I refuse to give this man anymore ammunition over me. Fuck him. Finding the rage deep inside of my bones at being locked up by this fool, I bring my hands up and push at him. He remains unmoving, his lips prodding at the hard line of my lips. He growls again, grinding into me as he pulls on my hair while he draws my bottom lip into his mouth.
I try to remain unaffected by his close proximity and the fact he holds my bottom lip in his mouth, but that all goes out the window when he bites down − hard. I gasp and he takes that as invitation to invade my fucking mouth. Tongues clashing, tangling, we dance our very own shade of tango as the blaze ignites in my stomach and fire explodes within. He kisses like he has so much to say, with so much passion and anger rolled into one. It’s consuming, and that’s something I can’t afford to be – consumed.
As much as I don’t want to admit this, it’s the most alive I’ve felt in years, and I hate Justyce for stoking this fire with his fucking tongue. My hand knots in his shirt, imploring for him to give me more. As if reading my mind, he bites down on my lip again causing the metallic taste to burst in my mouth, and stars to ricochet behind my eyes.
He groans loudly and the vibration pulses throughout me, right before he pulls away. I open my lids, dazed and befuddled, looking up into his eyes in question. His eyes have an edge to them, and I swear I see mania swimming through them.
My panties are soaked, the fire in my belly is still burning fiercely, and I hate him just that little bit more than I hate myself in the moment, if that’s even possible. Those flames are short-lived, his next words dousing out the lust and coating it with repulsion and shame. It reminds me of that night in the cemetery when he asked me to dance for him, a night that I both loathe and treasure. Afterall, he gave me a way out of this fucking town.
“I bet if I was to stick my finger in that sweet little pussy right now, I’d find you saturated, wouldn’t I?” he chuckles. “You will crawl to me, Kenzi, and I can’t fucking wait to annihilate you just as you...” he hesitates and something crosses his face before the mask slips back in place. Reaching into his pocket, he withdraws a silver choker with a locket on it. “And you willdance for me,won’t you, pretty girl?”
I don’t answer him. Shame and washed out lust clings to my body like a fucking second skin. I fucking reek of it. His free hand unclamps the choker, and before I realize what he’s doing, he snakes it around my neck. I hiss at the coldness, hearing the finality as the lock clicks closed. I start clawing at it, trying to rip it from my neck but it won’t budge.
I feel my eyes turn into slits as I meet his and see the checkmate in them. He releases my hair with a growl, storms out without a backward glance and slams the door, leaving me more confused and frustrated than before.
I flop down on the cot feeling strung out, pissed off, and still a little turned on, all while plotting Justyce’s demise. Pawing at the locket, the recognition settles in. I won’t get this fucking thing off. Like salt in my already festering wound, his words slam back into my skull. I’ve been here a week, yet it feels like an eternity.
Resting my forearm over my closed eyes, a plan begins to hatch in my colossally fucked up mind, because clearly what I’ve been doing hasn’t worked and I’m still stuck in this hole. I need to switch tactics if I’m to make it out of this alive.
Like waves hitting the shore, an idea sparks in my mind and illuminates brighter than any lighthouse I’ve ever witnessed. Justyce wants me, there is no doubt about that, and if I’m correct he was about to reveal something before he trailed off and released me only moments ago. I’m as much under his skin as he’s under mine. Smiling in the darkness to myself, I know I must look crazed, but I can use this to my advantage. Use my body to rain havoc on Justyce Travino.
Peeling my arm off my face, my lids pop wide and I hone in on the cold lasagna. Before I can stop myself I hop off the cot and mosey toward the food. A loud grumble sounds from my belly and I look down, rubbing circles around my stomach as if telling it that I’m sorry for being neglectful.
My hand shakes when I pick up the plastic fork. Without realizing it, I’m digging in and shoveling a piece of lasagna into my mouth. Flavors burst on my tongue and I let out a loud moan. It tastes fucking fantastic.
I don’t think I breathe while I eat, and I definitely don’t give a shit that it’s cold because the tomato meat sauce, béchamel and pasta is to die for.
Reaching for the bottle of water I chug some down, groaning as the cool liquid washes down my throat. If I’m going to beat Justyce at his game, I need to gain his trust. In order to do that I need my strength so I can think clearly.
Absentmindedly, my fingers glide across my lips while my mind drifts to that panty dropping kiss Justyce bestowed upon me. If I had a mirror down here, I’m certain I’d find my lips swollen and bruised, and the dip in my stomach tells me I’m not exactly disapproving of it.
Ripping my fingers away from my lips, I loathe that Justyce’s essence is ubiquitous around me. The fact it’s always been that way doesn’t escape me, even when I moved from Dana Point, I couldn’t remove him from my fucked up head.
Every cell in my body is screaming I should be scared of him, and after I witnessed what he’d done eleven years ago, I should have molded my feelings into a state of hate and repulsion. Alas, my emotions have always been skewed when it comes to Justyce Travino, or perhaps it was always me.Dance for me.Those three words.
Gazing around the room, I scrunch my face up.Is it lighter down here or have I grown accustomed to the dark that much it seems lighter?Shoving the thought aside, I walk to the bucket in the corner and relieve myself.
Urine hitting the steel bounces off the walls as I allow my mind to wander. I need him to trust me. If he senses any foul play there is every chance I will spend the rest of my life down here.
Standing up, I pull my raggedy jeans up and eye the shower with contempt. Justyce doesn’t strike me as the type of man who likes his woman dirty and smelling of rotten fish. He’s a man of class, even if he’s deadly.
