Page 33 of Justyce
“No. The only dark and depraved one is you, Justyce. It’s always been you!”
Now she’s pissing me off, but I won’t allow her to see it. “Who said anything about depraved,Dark One?”
Her skin takes on a pinkish color and her lips open slightly as she heaves in a breath from my words. I find myself smiling. I’ve got her.
Her embarrassment and arousal turn to hatred real fucking quick as she finds her backbone. “Fuck you! You are a vile piece of shit. No woman would gladly bow to you, you have to force them! All that money and power went to your head, exactly as it did your father. You are exactly like him!”
Her words slash at the old festering wounds, the ones I thought were patched up enough to not be able to fucking lay their affliction on me anymore - I was wrong.
The beast masticates wildly, chomping at the bits inside of me, and I snap. In a blink of an eye I have Kenzi pushed up against the cold concrete wall with her hair wrapped so tight in my fist that she winces.
She hisses from the bite of the coldness on her back, her features schooled and carved into hatred as she throws daggers from her eyes.The feelings mutual, Dark One.
My breath comes in harsh bursts from between clenched teeth as I observe the trepidation flicker through those electric hues before morphing back to anger. Good. She should be scared of me. I’m all her worst nightmares rolled into one.
I look down at her, my face void of emotions except for the small smile tipping up at the sides. “No woman could ever want me for me, that’s what you said, right?” I pause, feeling my smile turn feral. Kenzi vacillates between anger, arousal and fear.
“You know that’s bullshit, Dark One. Let me refresh your memory shall I? It’s dark, the floorboards are few and far between as you step up into and old, rotted house by the cemetery. Ring any bells?”
I pull back slightly, needing to witness every emotion that filters through her face when she registers the night I’m referring. By the way her plump lips part and by her heavy breathing, I know she knows exactly what I’m talking about.
“You wished I was fucking you instead of Brittney. I should know because I saw it in those electric hues. I’ll let you in on a little secret, I was fucking you, at least in my mind.” I lean in closer, my lips brushing her ear and I whisper, “When I sunk balls deep into Brittney, I wasn’t railing into her, I was picturing you, and you helped that fantasy come to life when you stood there watching me screw her like the whore she was. That wasn’t the first time I noticed you were just like me, and it definitely wasn’t the last. That darkness, as much as you deny it, that darkness resonates within me. I feel you in my bones, Dark One.”
I nip at her ear and she whimpers. Her snarky pierced tongue loses its fire the moment I close the vicinity between us. There is no way Kenzi can’t feel the magnetism and electricity between us. If she says otherwise, she’s lying to herself.
My tongue darts out, tracing her jugular vein. Her breathing turns erratic and I can smell the sweet scent of her arousal pulsing around us.
“You’re soaking wet under that towel, aren’t you? Tell me, are your juices running down your thighs, baby? Are you thinking of everything I could do to ease that ache between your legs?”
I don’t give her a chance to speak because this is my show.
My free hand snakes up under the towel. At first, she resists, clenching her thighs tightly together, but I don’t allow that to deter me. Plying her legs apart with my knee, my fingers trail down, and I growl, feeling her stickiness coating her pussy lips. She’s soaked.
Two fingers slam into her and her back bows off the wall. The sweetest fucking moan bursts from her mouth. I groan at how tight and wet she is while I grind my cock on her thigh to show her exactly what she’s doing to me.
I begin pumping my digits into her roughly and unrestrained, wishing it was my cock damaging her pussy and not my fingers.
“Get the fuck off me,” she demands, weakly, and I know this is as much for me as it is for her. I’m sending a message, proving to her that her mind may hate me, but her body hankers for me.
I smirk down at her. Kenzi’s eyes are closed, her head back as she rocks into my hand, searching for that release she so desperately needs. It takes me back to the time I finger fucked her in the theatre all those years ago.
I kiss her neck, nipping at her lobe, and the slurping sounds from her pussy ricochet around the small room. She clamps down on my digits, driving me insane. I insert another and I’m rewarded with sexy little sounds leaving her mouth. I stop nibbling at her neck, pulling back. I need to see her.
Those electric blues snap open but they’re heavy lidded when they lock onto mine. The image of her on her knees, looking up at me with those come fuck me eyes and taking me in her mouth fuels the onslaught on her pussy from my fingers.
Kenzi’s pink tongue darts out to wet her lips and her moans become more frantic when I bring my thumb to circle her clit. “Oh fuck, Justyce,” she whimpers, her protests from earlier no longer in sight.
It’s taking every ounce of restraint to not rip the towel from her body and replace my fingers with my cock. Fuck. I need to feel her cunt strangling my length, but not today, not until she begs me for it.
“Feel how wet you are, Dark One? As much as you hate me, your body loves me more.” I ground out, and I can feel the veins in my neck bulging from holding back.
“Oh fuck, FUCK!” Kenzi calls out, her hips rocking forward as her eyes close again.
No that won’t work for me. “Open your eyes and fucking look at me now!” I demand. “I want you to look into my eyes when you shatter around my fingers.”
Kenzi’s lids pop wide, looking glassy. She’s almost there. Her tongue runs along her lips, her piercing peeking out, and I can’t stop myself from pulling it into my mouth as my fingers and thumb work faster on her needy pussy.
“Do it, milk my fingers while you’re wishing it was my cock,” I jeer.
