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Anger filters through momentarily, but is replaced with her slack jaw and the need to orgasm. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers as my lips descend on hers. I swallow her cries, with my name on her lips as the climaxes slams through her.
She doesn’t close her eyes once while our tongues war against each other, and it fucking does something to me. I forgot how stubborn she is, but I think she’s also forgotten how much that side of her turns me on.
I withdraw my fingers from her and immediately miss the warmth. Biting down on her lip, I remove my hand from her hair, step away and straighten my clothes. Her eyes are glazed over, her chest rising and falling rapidly from the orgasm I bestowed upon her.
Bringing the fingers that were inside of her to my mouth, I suck on them. It pulls a groan from deep in my throat. Anger and ebbing lust slashes through Kenzi’s eyes at my crudeness. Fuck she tastes sweet. She looks thoroughly fucked, and I can’t wait to see that look on her face when it’s my cock driving into her.
“Are you happy now?” she spits, her fists clenched down by her hips.
Clearing the lust induced fog from my mind, I smirk and answer, “Looks like you wanted me just fine, even if you hate me. Next time, you will crawl to me on your hands and knees so I can show you just how manically our darkness’s collide together. Next time, you will beg me for my cock, Dark One, and next time I’ll prove that you’re just as debased as me, my dirty little debt.”
It takes a lot of control to turn away from Kenzi and not dash out the door, but I do it.
Slamming the door behind me, I ignore her screams when I lock it and card a hand through my hair. This is going to be a lot more difficult than I anticipated.
Chapter Twelve – Justyce
It took three wanks for me to even be half coherent to begin this day and to face my father after my morning with Kenzi. I can still feel, smell and taste her around me. It’s as if her scent is the new perfume to my fucking house because it follows me everywhere.
Midday rolls around and I know I’ve wasted enough of the day. I’m surprised my father hasn’t contacted me yet, or perhaps he didn’t expect me today after his set up ambush.
My balls still feel heavy and angry as I hop into my Mercedes and drive the short distance down Pacific Drive Highway to my parents’ house on Monarch Bay Drive.
The commute isn’t long enough, and as the view of my father’s house comes into sight, I heave a frustrated sigh. Draconis is so egotistical that when he built this mansion, he knocked down around ten houses to build his eyesore. He didn’t want no fucker close enough to see what he was up to. Although the house looks beautiful from the outside, molded with every ostentation piece my father could find, the incongruity between the looks and what it actually is are expansive. This mansion isn’t beautiful, it’s far from it. It’s cold, dark, and I fucking hate it.
Swiping the key through the security system, I wait as the iron gates wheeze and open agonizingly slow. The drive to the mansion is exactly the same.
I switch the car off, with my head hitting the leather seat. I don’t want to be here any longer than necessary, which means bypassing my mother.
Groaning, I pull a cigarette from the console and light up then exit the vehicle, taking the steps to the mansion two at a time. I swear it feels like the only time I fucking smoke is when I’m meeting my fucking father.
I yank down on the brass doorknob and dip my head in to see if the coast is clear. Once I’m positive no one is around, I stalk toward my father’s lair, ignoring the flamboyant interior while I’m at it.
Arriving at the door to the den, I don’t hesitate and walk down the dimly lit hallway until it opens up to my father’s space. I’m met with his pants around his ankles while his bare ass thrusts back and forward as he fucks one of his slaves over his lounge, the same woman that was blowing him the last time I was here.
I clench my teeth so hard I hear the gnawing in my skull while I observe distastefully the way her legs wrap around his neck as he pummels into her. She seems to be enjoying his onslaught by the little mewls leaving her throat, or perhaps she’s faking it. Whatever the reason, I don’t give a fuck.
Bringing the cigarette to my lips, I take a heavy drawl, welcoming the nicotine poison as it floats over my taste buds and easing some of my tension. These few moments of reprieve are exactly what I need to school my features before addressing the Mafia Boss of Tartarus, the pathetic excuse that is the man that gave me life.
“Father.”
Draconis stills then spins around. His pallid blue eyes are as wide as saucers when they lock with mine. I smirk when I witness the disbelief flash through them.
He withdraws from the slave, his eyes never wavering from mine as he pushes his ugly old dick into his pants and steps away from the woman. When she notices me, her legs close and she scampers off the top off the couch, pulling them into her chest.
I fight the disgust clawing up my throat and focus my attention on my father. If there was any doubt in my mind before arriving here that he tried to have me killed, there isn’t an ounce now.
The shift is discreet on my father’s face. I see it none the less. The creases that marred his forehead moments before, smooth out and I watch him school his features, painting that mask back in place. I’ve analyzed and watched him my entire life; I know how he operates.
Draconis crosses his arms over his chest and the cocky smirk much like my own occupies his lips. “Justyce, I take it all went as planned.”
I suppress the scoff and the venomous words burning up my esophagus and singing my tongue. We both know his plan failed, and somehow I’ll find the reason why my father tried to kill me.
“Yes, it’s done. I’ll let you get back to,” I pause, waving my hands at the blonde slave before continuing, “your slave. Goodbye, father.”
There’s a brief hesitation on his part, and he watches me warily. I smile, nod, then turn on my heel and strut out of the den. Draconis maybe the Mafia Boss, but he will never excrete any fucking weakness from me ever again. I’m not that scared little boy anymore. He has no domain over me, no control. He doesn’t realize I’m onto him yet, but he will.
With my head down, I head straight to the exit, praying my mother or Jelena doesn’t see me. When the front door clicks behind me, I release a heavy sigh, knowing I made it out unnoticed. My stance isn’t rushed. I know my father will look back on the cameras to see if there is anything amiss with me.
