Page 86 of Justyce
“She was always going to be mine. Regardless,” I pause, glaring at Dominic before continuing, “her feelings are reciprocated, asshole.”
“She likes you? Is that what you’re saying,” Carlos interjects.
“Something like that, yeah.”
Rodriguez slaps the table and all eyes are back on him. “Did you find out any more about the rat, what’s his name, George?”
“He’s a brother to Dereke, Kenzi’s step-father,” Arrow states.
“Interesting. You are in some quick sinking sand here, aren’t you, homes,” Rodriguez says, rubbing his thumb and index finger over his chin. “We’re in. My stipulations for our involvement is the next shipment of guns from you are free. Oh, and I’m permitted to take something from your father’s house at the end of this.”
I’m enthralled at his admission, so consumed with the thought of having Kenzi back that I don’t even think to question what that something is he wants.
Standing up, I reach across the table for his hand and he clasps his in mine. “Deal, brother.”
I notice something flicker through his eyes, some emotion or thought I can’t place, one I know I should question but choose not to.
“Salud.” He picks his glass up and gestures for us to do the same. We do, downing the drinks the blonde left us.
“It’s two am. You guys can stay here. We have rooms out the back where you can sleep. Enjoy yourselves tonight and tomorrow we will reconvene and plan our attack,” Rodriguez added, a deep smirk on his face.
Every fiber in my body wants to recoil and argue with him because I’m running out of time. I’m scared at what state I’m going to find Kenzi. But if I want Rodriguez on my side I need to play his game.
Nodding my head I grab another drink from the table and follow the brothers out the door. Raine, Arrow and Acheron branch off, heading toward the strippers and the bar, clearly out to have some fun.
Taking a seat near the pool tables, I tip my drink back and empty the entire contents down my throat. Closing my eyes, I relax my head on the back of the couch and think of electric blues and midnight hair. Fuck I miss her. My head feels leaden, my eyes heavy as the music drowns out around me, making me feel dizzy.
A husky voice whispers in my ear and my eyes snap open to see the leggy blonde straddling me. Her lips are ajar, the pink shiny lip gloss begging to be wrapped around my cock. I feel disorientated, and when I look around I realize I’m in a room I haven’t seen since being here, with no idea how I got there.
“Wha−what are you doing? Get off me,” my words come out slurred. I know I didn’t drink enough to be intoxicated. Something’s wrong.
“Did I tell you I love anal? The feeling of a big cock pounding my ass,” she purrs, knife in her hand, and my cock thickens. Traitorous cunt.
My eyes roll back and I try to gain some composure. Her hooded eyes flirt with me, beseeching for me to fuck her. I palm her ass and she mewls. That’s when I realize where I am and how wrong this all is.
Her breathy moan is wrong her eye color iswrong. “Get off me, now,” I growl, but it comes out slurred.
Those pink shiny lips pout. “Sorry, handsome, not going to happen. You see I slipped something in your drink. I don’t take well to rejection and I don’t like not getting what I want.”
She slides off me and starts undoing my jeans. My protests go unheard and my fucking arms and legs feel like wet noodles. I couldn’t shove this bitch off me even if I tried.
Her lips wrap around my shaft and my hips jut upward. For a split second I think about closing my eyes and envisioning Kenzi, because this bitch’s mouth feels good and my fucked up body is betraying me.
Kenzi. No. “Get off me now!” I pour every bit of strength into my words as she moans and gags around my cock.
She releases the head of my cock with a pop, spits on her hand and turns around to lube her asshole.
My eyes begin to blur, white splotches dancing behind my retinas and I rapidly open and close them in hopes of gaining some focus. When my vision clears, I wish I couldn’t see again because I’m met with her gapey asshole. She definitely likes anal. I hit my head against the furniture, trying to knock some clarity back into my skull. The drugs are well and truly working, keeping me subdued to the point that I’m about to be raped and I there isn’t a fucking thing I can do about it.
I must have pass out again because when I come to she’s riding my cock. Her ass is squeezing my shaft as she rides up and down.
I try to push her off but my arms still won’t cooperate. I settle with yelling, “Get the fuck off, you crazy fucking bitch!”
“That’s it, daddy. I love it when you call me dirty names,” she moans.
She must have slipped some Viagra along with the other pills in my drink because there is no way my dick would be flying half-mast otherwise. Even with Viagra, this bitch couldn’t get me completely hard. Her blonde hair swishes in my face as she jumps up and down. I spit it out of my mouth and start screaming again. My voice is hoarse and my throat feels red raw.
“No one will hear you. Maybe next time you will think twice before refusing me,” she states as her asshole clenches around my cock. I know she’s close, which infuriates me.
