Page 4 of Justyce
“You said you’re repulsed by me but it feels like the opposite.”
Kenzi juts her ass against my cock again and my teeth clamp down on her shoulder. She cries out as I mark her with not only my teeth, but paint myself onto her very soul as I finger fuck her cunt. I know I’ll be reliving this moment for the rest of my life, constant wank bank material on replay as I fuck my fist for years to come.
The electricity fizzles and pops around us, and every part of my body is urging me to turn her around and fuck her until she can’t see straight. I know she’d let me, I can feel it in the way her body is no longer resisting me and opening up to me. I won’t fuck her though, not until she’s on her knees begging me to do it.
I increase the tempo, circling her clit with my thumb, slowly driving her insane and closer to the edge that she wants to tumble off. Once the metallic taste hits my palate, I groan and grind my hips into her ass as she undulates, screaming out her release all over my fingers. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen or heard.
Being the wanker I am, I won’t allow her the satisfaction of seeing me cum. I unlatch my teeth from her shoulder, the possessiveness drowning me as I see the bloodied and bruised mark in her skin. Reluctantly, I withdraw my fingers from her heat. Keeping my hand around her throat, I then spin her around.
Her electric blue eyes are glazed over from her orgasm and she watches me with what I think is confusion. Like molasses, I bring the fingers that were just buried to the hilt inside of her up and wipe them across my lips before my tongue darts out to taste her juices. If I wasn’t hell bent on proving a point here, I would have allowed my eyes to float to the back of my skull and the growl to leave my throat at the sweet taste of her pussy.
Kenzi’s legs clutch tightly together and I’m relieved I’m not the only one affected, except she’ll never know how much she truly affects me.
Our eyes never waver from one another, both of us wanting to say something, yet nothing at all. When I open my mouth to speak, I know I’m going to shatter that little blissful bubble I just made for her.
The beast is still roaring and battling against the cage inside of me, and although I hold the key, I’m barely grappling on. Her taste, her smell is all around me and I feel lightheaded.
I lean in closer to her, my hand firmly around her throat, and suck my bottom lip into my mouth. Her taste explodes inside my mouth and I find it difficult to remain unaffected by this heated exchange between us.
“You know what you taste like, dark one? You taste like sin.”
Her eyes bug wide in surprise and then turn into slits, shooting daggers at me. I don’t give her a chance to reply, though.
“You taste like sin and like every depraved thing that you ultimately are. You can keep running from it but I’ll let you in on a little secret, you’re just like me.”
With that statement I rear back like she electrocuted me, not able to stand touching her without capitulating to the ravenous beast inside.
Kenzi mouth gapes open like a fish out of water. Still she doesn’t say anything as I turn to walk away. I’m high-strung, wound so fucking tight after feeling her pussy milk my fingers. Hell, I can still taste her juices on my damn lips. I know I should keep walking, but that niggling voice pipes up in the back of my head and I can’t leave without rubbing salt into the wound a little more.
With my hand on the doorknob, I turn my face toward her. She’s still in the same spot I left her, a befuddled look in those electric blues that sit upon that perfect face of hers.
“When you get home tonight, when you plunged those long fingers deep within your tight cunt, you’ll remember me and how I made you feel. Pretty or not, Dark One, on the inside you’re just as ugly as me.”
With those departing words hanging in the air, I turn the handle and run from the girl that rouses the beast within, the one that understands that fucked up piece inside of me, even if she’s unaware.
The sound of clicking fingers draws me out of my memory and I’m fucking livid that I’m sporting a semi over her once again.
“Earth to Justyce.” I hear the jeer in Raine’s voice and it’s like an ice cold bucket of water on my arousal.
Ignoring her and her giggling behind me, I punch in the code and enter the staircase that leads to the top floor overlooking Arcane.
The industrial steel and timber staircase winds around until it meets the polished hardwood floors. I stomp up the stairs, pulling my mask off with a mixture of blue balls and anger for a woman that I haven’t seen in eleven years.
Bypassing Arrow and Acheron, I storm to the bar, snatch the Macallan and a glass and fill it to the brim. Something tells me I’m going to fucking need it.
“Brother,” Arrow snickers.
Ignoring him, I walk toward the large open glass pane to look down at the members of the club and sip my whiskey. My eyes glide toward the BDSM stage and how I fucking wish I could exercise this fucking beast of mine.
“What? No kisses and cuddles for us?” Arrow pouts, and I can hear the laughter in his voice.
Turning on my heel to glare at him, I can’t help seeing the mischief in Arrow’s cognac colored hues, his excitement palpable at poking my beast.
Arrow Kingston has been my brother, my friend, since I can remember, and I love him, I truly do. Although when I see that smug look on his rugged face, with his black shirt rolled up to expose his ripped inked arms as he flexes them waiting for me to snap, the urge to hurt him is undeniable. I have a good few inches on Arrow, I’m 6’6, to his 6’3, but height means nothing when you’re as ruthless as us.
White hot pain shoots up through my gums from grinding my teeth and I desperately try to reign in my wrath and not take it out on my brothers or sister.
Releasing a leaden sigh, I say, “Don’t. Let’s skip this fucked up foreplay you love so much, Arrow, and get to the damn point.”
