40. Kenzo
CHAPTER 40
KENZO
I pull Vi by the hand and bring her down one of the hallways of Gold Cine HQ. We find an empty office. Books line the side wall, and there’s a filing cabinet with folders stacked on top, but whoever occupies this office isn’t here, so I press her against the wall. She shivers. I leave the door open and cup her pussy in my palm, and the mini vibrator hums between us.
“Are you wet for me, little slut?” I say. She sucks in a subtle gasp, and I love it. I groan in response. “I bet he could smell your cunt.”
She moans. Unable to hold back any longer, I slip my hand into her pants, sliding her panties to the side, making sure to keep the vibrator pressed against her clit.
“You’re a pathetic little slut, getting off on something like that. He thought you were having a panic attack, but as soon as he was next to you, he knew, didn’t he? He knows you’re nothing but a dirty whore who gets off on being watched. A greedy little cunt who wants to get caught. Who goes brainless any time there’s a dick nearby.”
She’s sloppy in my hand, her folds sliding against my skin, and it takes every ounce of strength not to pummel into her right now. I want her dying for my cock, and then, I’ll control her. Just like she controls me.
“What are you doing to me?” she whispers.
“I bet you almost came. Didn’t you, baby? A vibrator in your panties. A stranger this close to you. Smelling you. Wanting you. But you’re mine, aren’t you, slut? My eyes are always on you. What a filthy whore.”
I slip a finger inside of her pussy, and she melts into me, her knees shaking. My cock tents my pants, a wet stain forming near the tip, but I don’t touch myself. This isn’t about me; it’s about punishing Vi, even if we both enjoy it. I press my forehead against hers, looking into those deep blue eyes. I stick a second finger inside, curling both of them right toward that tender spot she loves, and then I finger-fuck her hard, her soaking-wet pussy already squishing against my hand. Her soggy depravity fills up the room. My chest fills with power. She’s such a nasty little bitch, and if I wasn’t so pissed at her, I’d lick up every drop.
But I won’t. Not when she’s a goddamn liar.
“Are you going to come for me, little slut?” I ask, taunting her. She trembles against me, and I lick her ear. “You’re going to come, aren’t you? Right here. Right now. In a stranger’s office. Where someone might walk in? God.” I laugh. “You’d probably even let him finger-fuck you too, wouldn’t you? He could use your ass while I rammed my fist into your cunt,” I growl. “We could stretch out your holes. Use them until we can’t feel anything.” I tickle her ass with another finger, and she jumps beside me. “Lucky for you, I don’t like to share.”
“Kenzo, please?—”
“Please what? ” I say, raising my voice. I’m almost positive the secretary out in the lobby can hear us, but I don’t care. “Tell me you don’t want me to do this. Tell me you want me to stop, and I’ll stop.”
I’ve still got fingers inside of her and one pressed against her dark hole, but I stay in place. Her pussy throbs around my fingers, and her lips drop open. Blubbering, she tries to speak, but nothing comes out.
“What?” I ask. Her lips move, her eyelids fluttering, but she still can’t answer. “You want to come, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
I go back full force, manipulating her pussy and ass, and I break the entrance of her dark ring of muscles, finger-fucking both of her holes, going harder and angrier, until I’m too greedy to let it go on any longer. I want her to come all over my hands like a dirty slut right now.
“Come for me, you little bitch.”
She shakes against me, and I thrust in harder, those slippery, depraved noises filling the room, her musky come mixing with warm sweat, and I’m swarmed by her heat. She gushes against my palm, her breathing ragged, like a wanton cunt. I hold her up, letting her pussy and the muscles lining her ass constrict around me. She’s so hot like this, completely vulnerable and undone, and I know if I asked her right now, she’d probably tell me anything. I should ask her about who she’s really working for. I should ask her if she knew exactly who I was. If she knew what kind of trouble she could get into if she crossed me. I should ask why she didn’t run away.
But if she lies, I don’t know what I’ll do.
She’s languid now, orgasmic bliss on her face, but I still pump my fingers into her. She convulses—everything is too sensitive and pressure-filled—but I don’t care, not when it’s this or a bullet.
“Please,” she whimpers into my ear.
“Please what?” I ask, softer this time. “Please stop? Please more? ”
“I can’t,” she whines.
“You can’t what? ”
“I—”
But the little slut can’t finish the sentence. My empty little void is too full of lust to think.
“What’s left inside of your little head, Vi? Are you too come-drunk to think?” I laugh. “Maybe that’s what I should do. Reduce you to nothing more than a hungry little slut, always eager for my come. Always begging for more. Then you’d never lie to me. You’d be too much of a come slut to even think straight.”
She cries out, and I smack a hand against her mouth. Even if I know I’ll get her out of jail without a mark on her record, part of me wants her to get caught, wants her to be completely humiliated, wants her to get arrested.
I’ll never let it get that far though. I want her under my complete control.
“Please, Kenzo,” she says. “Please.”
“Give me another one,” I growl. I pump her holes like a drill until she comes again, gushing all over my hand. Her pants are soaked, the little fountain that she is, and I’m pleased. She has to walk out of the building like this. No one will know the exact details of what happened, but as I walk next to her, they’ll know she belongs to me.
“So quick to come,” I say with a smug tone. “And you thought you were done.” My eyes darken. “You’re never done. Not with me, slut.”
I pull back from her holes, just enough to let her steady herself, but not enough that I’m gone completely. Leaning against me, she finds her balance, but when her soaked pants slosh against her body, her cheeks are bright red again. I quickly scan the room for a napkin or a towel—now that it’s over, I’m willing to play nice—but there’s nothing to use, and I’m forced to let her humiliation continue, and honestly? I’m glad.
You don’t lie to me and get away with it. This is me being nice.
“What are they going to think?” she whispers, her eyes wide and full of horror.
“Either you pissed yourself, or you had one hell of a time,” I say. “But you like that, don’t you?”
“Kenzo—”
“Hide behind me if you want.”
The secretary raises her brows, perhaps because she doesn’t recognize us, but when her eyes land on Vi’s drenched pants, her jaw drops. I salute her. This isn’t the worst thing the secretary will see this week. It’s just another day in Vegas. My wife is being punished, and I’m living in the clouds.
The valet brings the car, and as soon as we sit, Niko calls, and reality hits. Instead of answering, I let the call go to voicemail and drive back to Alta Drive. Once I’m sure Vi is locked inside the penthouse, I call Niko back from inside my car.
“Have you taken care of it?” he asks.
There it is again. It. Not my wife. Not Vi or Vivian. Just it.
“Soon,” I say.
“We’re going to take care of Jay.”
“No—” I say, cutting him off. I want to take care of him myself too. It’s only fair. They’re both my problem: my family by contract. “Let me handle that too.”
“You’re not an enforcer. You’re the sōkaiya ? — ”
“I don’t care what I am. She’s my problem, and by proxy, that makes Jay my problem too.”
A few beats pass, then Niko lets out a sigh.
“You’re in love with her, aren’t you?” he asks in a low voice.
Hatred boils through his tone, and it burns in me too. In love with her? What the fuck does he think this is?
“You’re protecting her,” Niko scoffs. “Shit. You’re protecting them. ”
“I’m not protecting anyone,” I howl. “Get your head out of your own ass. You’re projecting your failures onto me.”
The speaker crackles. Shit. That may have been a step too far. Niko once regularly fucked a woman when he had no idea she was messing with his head, just to get in on our drug trade. By then, it was too late.
“Fine,” Niko says. “Lie to yourself all you want. For now, they’re your problem, but if you don’t take care of it soon? You know what happens next.”
The line is cut.
I rub my forehead. The car still smells like Vi’s come: sweet and citrusy. It’s intoxicating and infuriating, and my mind blazes with Niko’s words: You’re protecting her. By procrastinating, I’m putting off the inevitable. I’m not sure if that’s protecting her, but I don’t like it, and yet, I can’t help it. But am I in love with her? That seems?—
I grit my teeth. I’m not in love with her.
Maybe I am lying to myself, but I refuse to accept I’m in love. She’s a traitor. A liar. A beautiful, fucking hypocrite.
But she’s still my wife. My problem. My issue to take care of. I can accept that.