Page 42 of Justyce
Justyce’s eyes flare, dropping to my lips, and I know even though he’s blanketing his emotions, he’s more than aroused. If I didn’t know any better, I would say he’s about to snap.
“Strip.”
Icy water buckets over my lust induced fever and I open my mouth to speak. Justyce holds his palm out in front, motioning me to stop before I even fucking begin. How dare this fucking asshole silence me with his damn hand!
“If I was you, I’d keep that fuckable mouth closed. You’re already slipping on ice, no need to fall through,” he says with a don’t-fuck-with-me tone, his eyebrow quirking in challenge.
I growl, cross my hands over my chest and wait for his instruction because I know it’s coming. Justyce is in control tonight, but as soon as he drops his guard I’ll run as far away from him, debt be damned. I’m kidding myself, of course, its wishful thinking and nothing more. I wouldn’t put my mother’s safety in jeopardy, regardless of poor parenting skills and lack of mothering.
“I won’t repeat myself again. Strip.”
Heat washes over me, dousing my anger in ice blocks, and I want to punch myself in my girly bits. The traitor is already tingling and salivating at his command. I shouldn’t be this fucking easy. I guess being isolated does that to a girl.
Forgetting about my ruminations, I find myself smirking all of a sudden. He wants me to strip, then that’s what he’ll get. Lazily, I draw the zip of my grey tracksuit jumper down at the pace of a snail with my eyes fixated on his eyes. I don’t look at the mottled red spray on his face, only his eyes.
Justyce breaks eye contact first. He follows my movements, watching the zip lower. His rip jeans are tighter across his groin, if that’s even possible, and it sends a surge of power ratcheting through my veins.
I pull the jacket apart to reveal a white tank top. He groans and I know he’s realizes I’m not wearing a bra. I don’t like underwear at the best of times so if he’s forgotten he didn’t leave me any underwear, then he’s going to get a surprise when I pull my yoga pants down.
Throwing the jacket to the floor, I reach for the hem of my tank and draw it over my head. My tits feel heavier than normal and my nipples bead when the cool air hits them.
My eyes flick down to Justyce’s hands clenching and I feel my smirk deepen. His lip curls up at the sides when he notices where I am looking. Unclenching his hands, he brings his arms up and crosses them over his chest. I watch his movements, correction, ogle as the ink ripples on his skin when his muscles flex.
Shaking the fog from my head, I pull my yoga pants down to reveal a bare pussy beside the landing strip leading to my clit. At this stage I’m giving him a show. Anger still bubbles under my flesh but the need to feel flesh on flesh is louder in my veins. Slowly I toe out of the pants and stand there naked before Justyce Travino
Surprisingly, I’m not embarrassed. I don’t want to sound like a prissy bitch but I have a stunning figure. I’m a dancer and I’ve practiced yoga daily for years. Placing my hand on my right hip I quirk an eyebrow at Justyce, asking him what the fuck now without using my words.
My skin is on fire and I feel like I could burn in the heat of his eyes as they roam over my flesh with intensity. I need to remind myself that this man is dangerous, that I saw him do unspeakable things at the age of seventeen. For some stupid reason my mind and body aren’t communicating with one and other and I’m sliding down this lava train quicker than I thought possible.
Finally Justyce meets my gaze after ogling my body for god knows how long. Something’s shifted in his eyes, the heat is still there but there is something else as well.
I don’t get to dwell on that thought for long as I’m broken from my trance by his deep voice.
“I’ll never tire of seeing you naked and vulnerable. Your body is something else, Kenzi.”
I feel the flush creep up my neck at his admission, and although I should kick him for his pig like comment, I want to kick myself more. So much for not being embarrassed. Asshole.
Justyce runs his thumb and index finger along his jaw as he admires my body, all while my patience wavers. I feel like a damn statue standing here while he looks over me like I’m a piece of priceless art that he’s looking to purchase. And we all know that’s not the case because I’m paying off a one point five-million-dollar debt. This whole situation pisses me off, yet here I am standing naked in front of the enemy.What the fuck are you doing, Kenzi?
“Turn around and bend over to touch your toes, Dark One.”
A mixture of fury coated in sickly licentious lust blankets me. If I was red moments ago I bet I look like a spitting volcano right now. I don’t understand how it’s possible that I could want to both punch him and fuck him in the same instance.
His perfect eyebrow arches, begging me to defy him so he can implement his wrath onto me. I’m a smart ass but I’m not stupid. I can see he’s wired, and even though I’ve been locked up downstairs, I feel like I can use this to my advantage.
“Don’t play coy. I’ve been watching you a long time and I know you can do it.”
My eyebrows shoot up at his disclosure, but the nod of his head shuts down any questions I was thinking of blurting out. For now at least.
I turn around to touch my toes but stop and take in my surroundings. A massive four post bed sits in the middle of the room with a huge, locked box at the end. My mind takes a nosedive at what could possibly be in there. On each side of the mahogany red walls are what look to be hooks.
I feel his heat behind me before he speaks. “It’s not finished yet, the room that is. When I learned you were going to be in my company as payment for daddy’s debt, I couldn’t wait to start this room.”
Horripilation breaks out over my body at his confession and is amplified when he runs his callused finger up over my shoulder to my clavicle before he whispers in my ear,
“Now bend over.”
The heat leaves my back, taking Justyce with it. I steal a glance behind me and see that he’s waiting for me. I don’t know what I really expected but slow wasn’t one of them.
