Page 43 of Justyce
Turning away from him, I bend over with little effort to wrap my hands around my ankles. A hiss sounds behind me followed by a deep growl and I imagine him sucking his teeth right before the growl leaves his throat. I smile a toothy grin, knowing how this is affecting him.
My dark hair curtains around my face, blocking everything from view and elevating my already anticipating mood. I wonder if he feels the same.
Not expecting him to be so close, I jolt when his warm hand glides down my spine and steadies as he reaches my right ass cheek. My stomach dips and my heart ratchets recklessly when I realize he’s about to find the small tattoo on my hip.Shit.
Justyce chuckles quietly, conjuring up the dread inside of me. He’s found what I’ve hidden all these years, what’s always beenmylittle secret.
“What do we have here? A set of scales? Hmmm, I wonder what they could represent?” he drawls.
The smugness in his voice doesn’t go unnoticed. The bastard knows exactly what the tattoo represents. I was nineteen when I decided on this particular ink. It’d been two years to the day since Justyce kicked me out of Dana Point, two years since my life was smashed into smithereens, two years since I’d witnessed the blood on his hands that ultimately landed me in New York.
The room stinks of his over inflated ego. But regardless of the ink embedded in my skin, I did it as much for me as I did to have a constant reminder of him. The scales are tipped to one side, representing Justyce. The other side is me. He was always in control, even when I refused to admit it, and like always, the scales are tipped in his favor. Just like having my ass up in the air exposing my damn coochie for his enjoyment.
I groan loudly and his chuckle deepens. “Why the black and red?” he queries. He sounds genuinely interested in my answer.
Chewing on the side of my lip, I think how best to answer his question, answer it in a way that won’t view me as a lovesick puppy. I need Justyce to view me as a lioness not a meek ass kitten willing to bend to his every whim. I mentally scoff at my analogy.
“Just in case you didn’t understand, I gave you permission to speak, so use your words wisely.” I sense the impatience in his tone and heave a sigh.
“It’s to remind me what my life used to be, and how I’m stronger than I used to be, that sometimes justice isn’t always on my side.” Meh, it’s partially true. I’m not ready to divulge my darkest secrets to anyone, especially him. I only hope he accepts my piss poor explanation.
“You’re a liar, and a bad one at that.”
His palm comes down hard on my ass and I cry out. Once the sting dissipates, heat lashes at my core and I’m ashamed to admit it turns me on. Instead of voicing that finding, I scream at Justyce, “What the fuck was that for!”
“That’s for lying to me. Don’t do it again. I won’t be so lenient next time.”
Lenient! Fury floods every inch of my body. I want to punch him so hard in the balls that it knocks the wind out of him. Smart ass mother fucker!
“I’ll ask you again. What does it mean?”
Pushing my hair to one side, I look up from underneath my legs and find his features pulled tight and his arms folded across his chest. He shouldn’t look so good, especially upside down. I bring my hand around and flip him off.
Justyce smirks at me and shakes his head. I watch as his dirty blonde hair falls over his brow before his palm connects with my ass again. Turning my head back to the floor, I bite down on my lip to stifle the moan, because it’s feeling a hell of a lot like pleasure and I damn well know it should feel like pain.
His palm circles around my ass cheek where he just slapped and it feels almost soothing. My hips push back into his hand and I’m seeking something I’m not entirely sure.
“Good girl,” he coos. “I imagine if I slide my fingers through your tight cunt I’ll find it weeping, imploring for more, won’t I?”
A lone tear tracks down my face and falls to the floor. What the fuck is wrong with me? My body and mind are battling again but I’m too jaded to fight anymore tonight.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“It’s about fucking time.”
More tears race out of the corner of my eyes because I have no idea what the fuck is wrong with me. I never cry!
I’m pulled from my inner dialogue as Justyce’s tongue slides from my core all the way to my asshole. Crying out, my legs begin to shake as he repeats the motion over and over again. Releasing a moan, my eyes roll into the back of my head when he sticks his finger in my pussy.
“Oh god,” I shudder. He works another finger inside of me and it feels too much, too soon.
“That’s it, Dark One, leave those inhibitions at the door. Tonight you’re Kenzi and I’m Justyce. Just feel, baby.”
His fingers work me like a well-oiled machine and I feel myself clutching around his digits. I’m climbing that mountain, almost at the peak when he draws my clit into his mouth and bites down. I cry out in frustration when he pulls away and I hear the rustle behind me indicating he’s moved away.
“You lied to me earlier, Kenzi, for that you can wait for that orgasm. Now get on the bed,” he demands.
I’m agitated beyond belief. My core clenches around nothing and I fight everything inside of me to not turn around and tell him to go fuck himself.
