Page 41 of Justyce
Finally I reach his expensive looking shoes. I refuse to look up. I’m not ready to give him anymore satisfaction than necessary. That thought dies on my viper like tongue when he speaks.
“Look at me.”
With every ounce of self-restraint and rebellion I have left I shake my head no.
“Now!” he booms, and the command in his voice has my head snapping up to meet his deathly stare.
Justyce’s lips tilt up at the sides, and immediately I want to punch him straight in the nuts.Is that… blood?Refusing to acknowledge the small red splotches on his face are bodily fluid, my eyes dip low, roaming south. I admire his ripped jeans that hug his quads like a second skin before fixing on his crotch.
It’s not difficult to see that he’s aroused with the length of his cock pointing down his right thigh.I will not moan, I will not moan,I complete the mantra over and over in my mind, feeling weak, before finding his eyes once more.
“My Dirty Little Debt, I’ve been waiting for you.”
I yelp as he yanks me up and throws me over his left shoulder and rushes up the stairs.
My stomach jackhammers against his shoulder from his steps, and I take the moment to realize those three words shouldn’t have me feeling hot and bothered. But fuck me they have me a squirming mess already.
I wither on his shoulder in an attempt to ease the augmented pressure building in my core.
Justyce slaps my ass. “Stop moving, Dark One. That hot pussy on my shoulder will only entice the beast further. It would do you well to remember that.”
My face heats and anger courses through my veins. “Fuck you! Where are you even taking me? Crawling to you means fuck all, Justyce. A means to an end.”
Justyce chuckles darkly, which only drives my claws out more. “Keep telling yourself that, but I know you better than you know yourself. Now shut the fuck up before you piss me off. It’s been a long fucking night.”
I work my jaw while the rage pours itself through every cavity.A long night? A long night? Fuck him!
“A long night you say. How many nights have you left me down there alone, you wanker!”
His palm collides with my ass again and the thin yoga pants do nothing to cushion the smack.
“Owww! Fuck!”
“The next one will be harder,” he growls. “Now shut the fuck up before I lose my patience with you.”
The strength behind that statement has me closing my mouth. I’m not scared of him, but for some strange reason I am only now realizing that I don’t really know Justyce like I used to. It was all speculation on my part. Yeah, sure, I saw him do some shady shit when we were teenagers, but that is exactly what we were, teenagers. He’s a man now, a man in a scary as fuck mafia, and not just any mafia, the Tartarus Mafia.
I sigh quietly then go limp on his shoulder. Justyce may think he’s in control, but as soon as the moment presents itself, I’m out of here. I’ll play his game, be his little fucktoy if that’s what he needs from me to pay this ludicrous debt off, one that isn’t even my debt to pay.
“Good girl,” he purrs. In that second I seriously reconsider this subservient role I’m playing, even if there is a small portion of me that warms at his admission. Stupid, stupid girl.
Hanging upside down will not only make one’s blood rush to their head and make them dizzy, it’ll also make one nauseous. Maybe it’s only me with the way Justyce is bouncing me around on his damn shoulder, but I don’t think so.
I can’t decipher shit except for blurred dark slate tiles and random art on the walls. I can’t make any sense of them either. Floating steps come into view and I realize we are heading up toward the second floor.
Every bone in my body is screaming for me to ask where he is taking me and what the fuck he plans on do with me; however, I heed his warning and silence the roaming ruminations, for now.
Justyce halts abruptly and my face slams into his hard back. “For fuck sakes, Justyce, you didn’t think to warn me?”
I expect a smart ass remark but that’s not what I get. “Last chance. I don’t want to hear you speak again until I instruct you, understand?”
A string of insults and cuss words hang on the tip of my tongue, but I say nothing. This is not who I am, not at all.
Keys jingle in my ears before the creak of what I assume is a door welcomes us. Hanging upside down still, the first thing I notice is that the floor is no longer slate. It appears to be polished concrete.
Justyce flips me back over his shoulder and onto my feet. I’m met with fierce graphite eyes devouring me, blue grey flames licking at his irises. We’re standing maybe a foot or two apart and the familiar electric current bubbles around us.
I don’t waver. I maintain eye contact, even though every cell in my body is beseeching me to turn around and see exactly what room we are standing in. A shiver rakes over my body at the thought of possibly standing in Justyce’s bedroom as I draw my bottom lip between my teeth.
