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Justyce increases the tempo. His fists tighten in my hair as his hips jut forward. Tears race down my face like a damn tsunami as the wet gagging sound echoes through the room.
The tingle in my snatch is thrumming fiercely, beseeching for me to slip my finger down and rub my pulsating clit. I’m at wits end because I can sense he’s close. His cock swells in my mouth as he rocks in and out of my mouth, his sexy little grunts leave his lips and I squeeze my thighs together in hopes to alleviate the pressure. I unclasp my hand from behind my back and try to discreetly bring it down to my pussy.
“Uh no you don’t. Hands behind your back before I decide that you won’t be coming tonight.”
My eyes narrow on his and I shoot daggers at him, wishing he’d keel over and die. By the sound of his hoarse chuckle, I’m certain they look like slits and he can read my mind.
“Always the feisty one. Get ready, Dark One, and you better swallow every last drop.”
Justyce throws his head back and roars out his orgasm. I feel his semen hit the back of my throat and there is so much of it, it’s like a damn river flowing into my mouth. I wish I could commit this image to memory, except he didn’t show me that vulnerability when he tipped his head to the ceiling. Tears spring to the back of my lids but I do as I’m told and swallow every last bit. Justyce tastes like every dark, depraved and dirty wet dream I’ve ever had, and as fucked up as it is, I need more.
His hands loosen in my locks and the blood rushes back to my skull. Slowly his head falls forward, along with his messy blonde hair, his eyes locking with mine. The rhythm of his chest mimics mine, erratic, as if our hearts are about to rip open our chest cavities and jump out.
I’m heady and I need to come. But if my lackluster sex life has taught me anything, it’s when a guy blows his load that’s it − Goodnight Kenzi.
Immediately disappointment and a sliver of anger settles back in. I hate myself for allowing Justyce to use me this way, especially when I promised myself it wouldn’t happen.
Drawing my eyes away from him, I begin to unclasp my hands from behind my back and attempt to stand.
Justyce chuckles. “Where do you think you’re going, princess? I’m not even close to finished with you yet.”
They say it’s better to die on your feet than to live on your knees, but I think I’d dispute that in this moment, because with those few syllables, I became the slave and he became the master. If only for tonight.
Chapter Fourteen – Justyce
Fuck me swinging, I can barely breathe and I’m speechless, which never fucking happens. Her citrus and ocean scent wafts around me, somehow smelling corrupted now − depraved like me.
Peering down, I see the shift in Kenzi as she drops her eyes from mine and begins to unclasp her hands from behind her back. I don’t think so. She can’t seriously think that I’m done with her, right?
I chuckle and the sound comes out like I’m possessed, nothing like me at all. “Where do you think you’re going, princess? I’m not even close to finished with you yet.”
Kenzi’s face snaps back up. Her eyes are glassy but her face is fierce. She looks like fucking Eve from the garden of Eden, fucking temptation with her red rimmed teary eyes and swollen lips. If there was anything I could change about this image it would be the addition of black eyeliner tracking marks down her sensational skin.
The debased image has my lips tugging up at the corner, my eyebrows hiking up, waiting for her to fight back. She doesn’t.
Heat unfurls and slides through my insides. Kenzi’s compliance wasn’t something I anticipated. Come to think about it I don’t really like it. “Stand up,” I demand, and she does.
What the fuck? Where is my dark little temptress?
It dawns on me that I’m going to have to draw the lioness out because I need that side of her, my inner beastneedsthat side of her. Whatever just happened has suddenly rendered her speechless, another thing that I don’t like. Go figure.
“You have nothing to say? You’re just going to stand there and take it like a whore,” I scoff for theatrics, aiming to hurt her and spark those flames I know lives inside of her. “The apple didn’t fall far from the tree, like mother like daughter.”
Arctic fire brews in those electric hues and I know I’ve got her. She slaps me across the face and I grin like a damn lunatic.
“Oh, my Dirty Little Debt, it’s time to play.” Gripping her hips, I throw her onto the bed and mount her, searching for the shackles on the side of bed.
“Get the fuck off of me, Justyce!”
“Not a fucking chance.” My hard cock swings around as I wrestle this hellion on the sheets and grapple with the restraints as her hips buck upward. It only excited me more. I know it says a lot about my persona, but I don’t give a fuck. I like what I like.
When the first cuff clicks around her wrist Kenzi’s eyes flare before finding mine. There’s trepidation in her eyes, but it’s clouded by intrigue and lust. That I can work with.
“Get. The. Fuck. Off. Me,” she seethes, and it only makes me hotter.
I find the other cuff and snap it around the loose wrist while she’s busy focusing on the cuffed hand. Kenzi draws her bottom lip into her mouth and I know I have her right where I want her. Her anger is muddied with lechery, and it is truly a sight to behold.
My heart thunders in my chest like a storm rolling out to sea at the sight of my Dark One laying there defenseless. And although I’m thrilled with the turn of events, ultimately, this isn’t supposed to be panning out like this. I need Kenzi to remember exactly what she saw all those years ago, and why I sent her away. Hell, I need to rememberwho I ambecause right now I’m losing myself in her electric blues and that can’t happen.
