Page 47 of Justyce
Pulling away, Kenzi slides down my torso until her bare feet slap against the floor. I’m not naïve, she would have noticed I deliberately avoided the kiss, but that can’t happen again. Especially when I’m balls deep inside of her.
Stepping back, I ignore her and lean down to pick up my jeans off the floor. Feelings her eyes probing me from behind, curiosity gets the better of me and I turn to look at her. She seems cautious, her eyes assessing me. I don’t like it.
“You will stay in here tonight. There is a bathroom through that door.” I point to the left then continue, “Provided you behave and not act like a spoiled brat you’ll be back in the room you were supposed to occupy originally, not the dungeon. Choose wisely, Dark One, I don’t like giving second chances.”
Kenzi’s mouth drops open as if she’s about to say something then closes. I don’t allow her another second. I storm out of the room, slam the door then lock it.
Resting my head on the door, I stand there and listen for a few moments to collect my bearings. She’s getting under my skin. Who am I kidding, she never left.
For the rest of the evening I drown myself in Macallan, wondering what the fuck I was going to do about Kenzi, my dad, and the drama at Arcane. I’ve always had burdens and leaden shoulders but this shit is ridiculous.
I’m pining over a woman that I’ve slapped the monkey to since high school, not to mention the sex was out of this damn universe. I shiver at the remembrance of when Kenzi was wrapped around my cock. Deviating my thoughts away from dangerous territory, it dawns on me once again that my own father wants me dead, not to mention we have rats in the one place we shouldn’t, our sanctuary, Arcane.
Something vibrates on the jarrah table, pulling me from my fucked-up ruminations. Closing one eye like Forest Whitaker, I peer down through the blur caused by the mass amount of scotch whiskey I’d consumed. My eyes flicker past the ashtray full of cigarettes to my phone.
Acheron’s name blinks across the screen, along with the ringtone I’d assigned to him, Cannibal Corpse’s,Hammer Smashed Face sounding off.
I close both eyes because the world is spinning around me while I lean forward, rummaging across the coffee table for my phone. My hand grazes the ashtray then my phone. I pick it up. “Ello,” I slur.
“You drunk?” I can hear the accusation in his tone.
“Nope!” I pop the p. I’m not up to listening to him whine and bitch at me tonight.
“Whatever,” he huffs. “Figured I’d let you know that everything was taken care of tonight.”
I squint my eyes trying to remember what exactly was taken care of. A bloody tongue forms in my mind and I smile. That’s right.
As if the response sobered me up, I ask, “It went smoothly?”
Acheron chuckles and I can hear the dark undertone in his timbre, the unsaid fuckery that occurred. “Depends on what you call smoothly. Regardless it’s taken care of. Slash and Walker have already been by.”
Well that answers my next question. “No worries, brother. Anything else?”
There’s a pause on his end of the phone, and I’m aware he’s contemplating how to direct his next question.
“Are you sure you’re ok, you know with everything going on. You don’t have to do this alone, you know that, right?” The sorrow and pity in his voice pisses me off because Acheron doesn’t use those emotions often, if at all.
Grinding my jaw for the umpteenth time tonight, I say, “Just dandy. I’ll see you at the club tomorrow so we can work out our next move.” With that I disconnect the call.
The couch underneath me suddenly feels like I’m drifting on a cloud, with my concerns a thing of the past. I’m lingering off to dreamland and a fantasy is playing out in my mind. With a lopsided smile I welcome it.
Long shapely legs take up residence in my mind right before those electric blues bedevil me like they have for the past eleven years.
Kenzi crooks a finger at me. She has a mischievous smirk playing at her full lips. “Come here, big boy, I want to play.”
And just like that I dissolve into the dream state, with my Dark One silencing the world around us, allowing my beast to play.
Giggling wakes me from my stupor. I wince and peel one eye open, causing the jet plane to go off in my mind. Fuck that hurts.
When the room finally stops spinning, I realize I’m still in the entertainment room. Fuck.
“Aww did Justy baby have a rough night?” Raine coos.
I roll my eyes, which amplifies the chainsaw in my skull. Fucking Kenzi with her hypnotic eyes and tight pussy. My dick swells in my pants and I hear Raine cough then bust out laughing.
“By the looks of that swelling, I’d say you had aterriblenight.” I can hear the smirk in her voice.
“What do you want, Raine? I’m not in the mood.” I peer up to see her leaning on the door frame, her cobalt eyes assessing me and her dimples poking out from her grin.
