Page 32 of Justyce
Now I know she’s fucking with me, and it has every muscle in my body constricting and dying to head down to the dungeon and fuck my frustration away.Fucking Raine, shitstirrer.
“Leave,” I boom.
Raine takes one last bite of her breakfast, stands up and walks out the door laughing her head off. Fuck she can be infuriating at times.
Shaking my head, I holler out, “Olga! Where’s Kenzi’s food?”
She yells back, “U pecnici, grijanje, jebeno sranje.In the oven, keeping warm, you shit.She hollers in Croatian.“You really should let that girl out, young man!”
I hear the disappointment in her voice but choose to ignore it. I pull Kenzi’s frittata from the oven and it smells delicious. Cheesy bacon goodness. I grab a bottle of spring water from the fridge then begin my descent.
Strutting down the hallway, I swear I can hear my blood thrashing through my veins, dispersing throughout my body in angry, heated waves. It pisses me off.
Thoughts begin circling, bashing around like a wild banshee while I make my way toward the new timber door that leads to my Dark One. I swore that I’d never be like my father, never own a slave, let alone lock her in dungeon like he once did to me, but Kenzi’s different. She did this to herself, I tell myself as if I’m trying to justify my actions, as if somehow that will make it ok.
Throwing open the door that leads to the little dungeon, I take the steps two at a time until I hit the bottom landing. Usually I would have checked my phone by now to see if she’s awake, but not today. Let her bring her wrath to me. Hell knows I could use a distraction.
Placing the water under my arm, I fish out the key and open the door. A gasp sounds from the right and my head snaps toward it.
My eyes adjust to the darkness and I find Kenzi standing with a towel wrapped tightly around her, with dark tendrils hanging wet and loose over her shoulders. My cock instantly hardens. Fuck me. No fuck her.
“Don’t you fucking ever knock?” she seethes, and her intonation only seems to excite me even more.
I decide to humor her, seeing I’m that kind of man. I lean on the door frame, aiming for nonchalance with a hint of smugness, and say, “Now why would I knock in my own house? That’s a little stupid, don’t you think, Dark One?”
She glowers at me under heavy lashes, and I smirk seeing the reprimand on that forked tongue before she lashes out.
“Do you always lock your visitors up, Justyce? Is that your fucking kink now days?”
The chuckle vibrates deep in my gut. I love that she still has spunk and that smart ass mouth that I can’t wait to fuck. I stay quiet, knowing it will only incite more venom from Kenzi. I want her anger. I yearn for it.
Kicking off the door frame, I leave it open to see what she’ll do. I place the food and water down on the small table and observe Kenzi’s eyes darting toward the open passage way then to me and the food. Her stomach grumbles but she doesn’t make a move. Smart girl. She knows she can’t escape me.
My smirk deepens as I step between her freedom and her. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, with the towel wrapped so tightly around her that it pushes her tits up and leaves nothing to the imagination. Kenzi was beautiful in high school, but now she’s drop dead gorgeous. Going by the little smile dipping in the corner of her mouth, she knows it, too.
“See something you like, Justyce?” she croons.
I shrug my shoulders. Stepping in closer, I watch humorously as she tries to step back but there’s nowhere for her to move. Kenzi’s unforgettable scent wafts up, slamming into my nares, and I war with myself to keep the growl inside my throat. I won’t let her see just how much she still tempts me.
Those electric blue eyes pop wide when my hand makes its way to twirl a piece of her damp hair around my fingers. It’s not lost on me how her breath comes even faster or the fact her nipples have pebbled under the towel.
My erection punches against the placket of my pants like Mike Tyson in the ring. He wants what he’s always wanted, he wants to claim that victory. Not yet, he will have to fucking wait.
I cant my head to the side and our eyes drill into each other, filled with the hatred and lust thrashing around inside of us. It’s as if we’re on the battlefield. One one of us has to make a move, eventually.
Kenzi’s head is leaning toward me, her lips drawn up in a permanent scowl while I tightly wind her hair around my fingers. She looks pissed, and I bet it’s because she hates that I still turn her on, even after eleven years.
I chuckle under my breath. “I don’t treat my visitors like this. You want to know why? Of course you do. Because my visitors aren’t myslaves.”
The word has the desired effect I was hoping for.
“I am not your slave! I will never be your slave, you fucking pig,” she spits.
I raise an eyebrow at her, feeling the beast rear up inside and begin to take control. “You already are, Dark One.”
Kenzi pulls back and grimaces from the pain because my fingers are still around her hair. Her features harden further before she screams, “Stop calling me that!”
“It’s the truth.”
