Page 35 of King of Justice

“And so hard.” I released a deep breath. “Fuck, Sophie. You’re so tight.”

Sophie squirmed underneath me. “Nathan, I—oh, yes.”

I squeezed my eyes shut and focused on my movements. When I began to shake my hips left and right, Sophie started to chant my name. Over, and over, it echoed inside of the empty room. It wasn’t long before I could smell our sweat, and the only sound I could hear was that of skin slapping against skin. I pressed my palms against the floor and rammed into her, with a force that surprised the both of us.

I couldn’t handle a second more of her clenching around my cock and finally, I emptied myself into her, jerking and panting as I did.

Following right after me, while my cock was still pulsating inside of her, Sophie came. She shook underneath me, her entire body trembling. I brought my thumb down to her pussy and moved it around her clit in slow languid circles until her legs were shaking and she couldn’t take it anymore. Then I lowered her legs, and she let her arms come to a rest on either side of her. I blinked and collapsed against the floor, my chest heaving with effort.

Slowly, our breathing evened out and silence settled between us. Through the walls, I heard the rise and fall of conversation, followed by a TV blaring.

Still, Sophie didn’t say a word.

Against my better judgment, I reached between us and touched her shoulders. She leaned into my touch, and her eyes fluttered closed. She twisted onto her side and looked directly at me, but I got the feeling she was looking right through me.

I wasn’t used to feeling like this.

Like my stomach was twisted into tight knots, and she was the only who could unravel me, little by little then all at once.

One touch, one word was all it took.

But Sophie was a million miles away, and I had no idea how to reach her.

eleven

Truth Bombs

Sophie

Nathan drove me home, and as I got out of the car, I heard him say, “There’s this New Year’s party tonight. It’s supposed to be one of the best in town. Go with me.”

Closing the door, I leaned in through the rolled-down window. “I’ll think about it.”

Every step I took up the stairs was a heartbeat as I recalled every detail from the night that had ended too soon. The way his hands grabbed my body, like he was afraid I would suddenly disappear. The manner in which his lips consumed me, leaving my skin raw in several places. How his intoxicated eyes engulfed every inch of me, as if drunk… lost… like I was the last person on Earth.

It was a delightful memory that I kept playing over and over in my head while my feet treaded closer to the apartment door. As soon as I turned the key, I heard Travis clear his throat and wondered what he was doing up at half-past-five in the morning. Pushing the door open, I chuckled, my syllables breaking, “Wow, early bird!”

The way his eyebrows wrinkled in the middle while his eyes glared at me made me examine the rest of him. Taken aback, I noticed the way he leaned forward in his chair, holding both hands under his chin. The TV remote was right there in front of him on the coffee table, and when I turned to the screen, I saw nothing. It was on with no picture.

“I know where you were,” he finally said. His tone was both angry and deeply hurt.

I slowly shook my head. “And?”

His eyes grew angrier, confirming to me that something was terribly wrong. Shifting abruptly, he pushed himself forward even more, leaving nothing but his ass on the edge of the chair. Picking up the remote, he clenched his jaws. “And… here’s what popped up on my feed when I did a quick round, Sophie.”

He pushed a button, and I saw myself from above. It was a strange angle for someone to see themselves from; the top of one's head. It was also more peculiar because of the lighting. I watched myself light the cigarette and took a deep breath.

Why was I not told that the old security cameras worked? And that they were manned by none other than Travis himself?

“I guess you don’t care if you set the place on fire,” he said from between his teeth. I turned to him and saw his eyes glued to the screen, while his face turned crimson. I turned to the screen again, and he started to press on fast-forward. “I guess you know what happens next.”

My eyes widened as I watched myself undo the top button of my dress. That was when Travis paused and said nothing. I felt his eyes on me while mine remained attached to the screen, unable to budge.

The silence between us didn’t come from my shame, but it was fed by his anger. Why was he so upset? It certainly wasn’t the cigarette or the fact that I had used my key to sneak inside. As my gaze jumped to examine his face, I sensed a different sort of resentment emanating from deep inside him.

None of that was my problem.

“Were you watching that live?” I asked, feeling the mindlessness lace my words.

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