Page 87 of Justyce
The door flies open, light filtering in, and I can make out a shadow in the entryway. The blonde reaches for the knife but it’s futile. A shot rings out and she jerks off me, my cock laying flaccid on my thigh.
“Stupid fucking bitch,” Miguel hisses. He rushes toward me, ire filtering through him.
“Why did you kill her?” I look around at the blood and brain matter sprawled around the room. Risking a glance, I peer down to see her blonde hair painted in crimson and half her face blown to smithereens.
My stomach turns, not because of what I see but because of the acrid mixture of pills she slipped me, nicotine, whiskey and no food. It whirls around like a cycle on a washing machine.
Jerking my head up, his menacing dark eyes hold mine. “You utter a word of this to anyone, I swear to fucking God I will slit your throat, fuck your mouth with my blade then watch you bleed out until the life leaves your eyes,” he hisses. “She’s been doing that to me since I was a fucking kid. I couldn’t kill her before because she’s one of Rodriguez’s father’s whores. However, she crossed the line here. Put your dick in your pants, homes. Let’s get our story straight.”
I look at him bug eyed. Finally, my arms begin to cooperate and I tuck myself in my jeans. He smirks, his lips tipping up with a sinister edge as he brings his index finger to the tattooed tear drops dripping down his right side of his face. They disappear into his black shirt.
“I’ll enjoy adding her death to my tally.”
How the fuck do I get myself in these situations?I shake my head from side to side, attempting to rid the remaining fog circling my brain.
I gather the tears are his kills. However, having this menacing fucker say as much has my body breaking out in goosebumps.
“I won’t tell a soul. Let’s do this, brother.”
“Good, because I wouldn’t want to add your death to my skin, homes.”
Chapter Twenty-Four – Kenzi
I try and stretch the cramps from my body but nothing stops the niggling pains within. I have no idea how long I’ve been down here and the days seem to blend into night without any recollection.
I draw my cheeks in and out, trying to gather enough saliva to wet my lips and dry mouth but I come up with nothing. I’m so fucking thirsty and hungry, so much so I feel my stomach eating itself constantly and the bile swishing around like a washing machine. It’s enough to make me want to puke.
“You’re awake.”
I jolt upright and circle my hands around my waist.
The baleful chuckle that pervades the cell has me shrinking further into the corner. I want to become one with the cold concrete, wishing it’d swallow me whole.
“Did you miss me, little one?” Draconis asks. A retort sits on the edge of my tongue until I see the knife in his hand.
Swallowing the nonexistent spit in my mouth, I say nothing.
“We’re going to play a little game.” He reaches behind him and pulls out some cheese and crackers and a bottle of water.
“Open your mouth.”
I shake my head furiously.
Draconis clucks his tongue, reaches behind him again and pulls out an open mouth gag. “We can do this the easy way or the hard. Preferably I’d love to feel the suction of those big lips around my shaft.” His lips thin out before he adds, “Although, I’m not fussy. Make a choice, now,” he snaps.
I flip him off, keeping myself silent. I don’t even see his hand move when he backhands me. Stars burst behind my eyes and I bite down on my lip hard to stifle the cry. Blood seeps into my mouth and I know I’ve punctured my lip. But fuck him, I won’t give him my words.
I look up, determination set in my bones. But when I see the delight in his eyes and the rapid pulse of his chest, I know this is turning him on even more.
“Last chance. Easy or hard way. I’m leaning toward the latter, so best you make a choice.”
My mouth falls open along with the abundance of tears collecting at the corner of my eyes. Through my misted tears, Draconis’s smirk deepens, the lines in his face showing exactly how old he is, and it makes me ill thinking about his dick in my mouth.
“Good girl,” he coos, then puts the water and food down before pulling his dick out of his slacks.
I need to think of a way out of this, a way to stop this from occurring, but I know it’s fruitless. He spits down, lubing his shaft, hissing between his teeth.
Draconis is in front of me sooner than I would have liked, the eye of his cock staring at me, weeping. “If you bite me, you’ll be sorry. I’m not like Justyce. I’ll be sure to leave a mark,mymark.”
