Page 3 of Justyce
A shiver racks through my body and I have to steady myself. I will my cock to stay flaccid in my pants when the memory comes barreling in, breaking through my fucking walls.
The halls of Dana Point Private High School infiltrate my mind, and there in the flesh like a branding iron sizzling against my retinas is Kenzi. Even in memory she evokes the beast within. She’s walking close to a friend of hers, fucked if I can remember her name, because all I’m focused on is Kenzi’s long dark hair and the way her tits bounce in her cheerleader getup when she laughs at something her friend says.
Unwillingly, I draw my attention away from her and toward my brothers of Tartarus, Arrow and Acheron. Hearing them talk about mafia bullshit, I zone out and watch from my peripheral as Kenzi stops at her locker and unlocks it.
My body feels like a damn inferno and I can’t help but steal a glance at her. Kenzi stills, then slowly cants her head over her shoulder, her long dark hair cascading down her back as those electric blue irises lock on to me. The air crepitates around me and I have to fight the growl bubbling up inside my throat, because this girl doesn’t need any more ammunition.
She arches a perfect eyebrow in question before turning away from me with a smirk on her face. Pausing, I feel like my heart is lodged in my throat, that is until she raises her middle finger to flip me off. Fucking bitch.
I’m pulled from my gawking by howling laughter. The scowl is deep set when I turn and focus my anger on my brothers.
“What the fuck you two laughing at, huh?”
They both double over louder than before. I punch them both in the arm and then rush after Kenzi. It’s lunch time, but as every other student is heading to the cafeteria, Kenzi heads to the studio to practice her dance moves. She thinks nobody knows her little secret. Little does she know that I do, along with a whole lot of other shit she would be embarrassed to learn that I know.
I slink into the studio and lock the door behind me, then move silently toward her. Halestorm’s, “Dirty Work” pumps through her phone while she stretches against the wall. I take the opportunity to admire her lithe body. Kenzi is beyond fucking hot, and she knows it.
An invisible current thrums between the two of us and I find it amusing that she doesn’t sense my arrival until she’s pinned hard up against the wall with one of my hands over her mouth and the other wrapped around her toned stomach.
At seventeen, I was a depraved asshole, and the sounds of her whimpers and cries behind my palm only excite me further.
I can feel the vibration within my body, the heat, the desire to take her here right now and fuck her into oblivion, to show her that she’s not better than me, that in fact she’s exactly the fucking same.
But I don’t do that. Instead I push my painfully hard cock against her ass cheeks and revel in the gasp that leaves her mouth, trapping it within my palm like I want to do to every single inch of her mind, body and soul.
My tongue darts out and glides from the column of her neck up to her ear, and I bite down on the lobe, hard. She moans loudly, sending an SOS straight to my groin, enticing me once more. However I use all my willpower and decide to tamper down the beast inside and whisper in her ear instead.
“You think you’re better than me.” It’s a statement not a question. “You don’t need to answer, Kenzi. I see the way you look at me, the clipped sound in your voice when you have to be near me. Do I repulse you that much?”
Kenzi whimpers. Curious of what she has to say I remove my hand from her mouth. “Yes, you’re a vile human being and I hate your guts,” she spits venomously.
It starts as a whirlwind, then the anger turns into a full blown cyclone as I wrap my hand around her neck and squeeze.
“Do your little friends know that underneath this fallacy.” I yank on her cheerleader skirt then add, “That you’re broke? That you’re here on a scholarship?” I already know the answer because I’ve done my homework.
“Fuck you,” she snaps.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you? To let go of all those inhibitions and forget about how pathetic your life is?”
Images of her naked, bound and gagged swarm through my mind like a fucked up kaleidoscope, and I can’t suppress the beast any longer. How I’d love to mark every inch of her flawless skin with bloodied bruises.
“You’re the last person I’d let touch me! What are you going to do? Tell everyone I’m nothing, a nobody? Be my fucking guest, Justyce.”
It’s like she left a red hand print across my face and she didn’t even touch me. I for the life of me don’t understand her hostility toward me, and it infuriates me beyond measure.
My composure starts to crack, the veneer wavering at the feeling of not being good enough for anyone. It hits me in the solar plexus tenfold, and I snap.
Relinquishing my control to the beast inside, I slide my hand lower down her abdomen whilst the other tightens around her throat.
“Let’s see how repulsed you really are by me, dark one.”
Kenzi’s hips thrash backward further provoking the beast waging war inside of me, and when my hand dips between her lace panties I groan at what I find.
She’s bare and absolutely fucking soaking wet. I know I should stop, but I can’t. It’s already gone too far, why not go the full nine yards and dig myself a grave to lie my sorry ass in.
My fingers part her pussy lips then I sink two digits inside of her and she mewls. Fuck, I’m going to blow my load if I don’t calm the raging storm within me.
Lazily, I pump my fingers in and out of her tight cunt. I want to bury myself inside of her, fucking take up residence and never leave. Alas, that won’t happen because this is a lesson for Miss I’m too good for you.
