Chapter 30
“Domino”
Iwasn’t on no petty shit that night—at least that’s what I told myself—but I was also horny. So when Kali, a girl from the event, approached me right before leaving with a lip-biting smirk, eyes heavy with intention, and practically asking for the dick without really asking, I didn’t say no.
I just told her, “On my time. Be ready when I call.”
And she understood.
They always do.
I waited until the house settled.
The lights dimmed… movement slowed… and that Ajori was in her room, not asleep, just still.
Then I made the call.
Kali didn’t take long to arrive.
Ten minutes, maybe less.
When she showed up, I didn’t waste time talking. I grabbed her wrist and led her straight through the house, out to the patio, and positioned her exactly where I wanted her—facing Ajori’s wing, where the glass caught everything and where she could see.
If she was still up.
I leaned back slightly, eyes already locked on that window, waiting.
Then… there it was… a soft creak.
Ajori’s eyes didn’t leave the glass once… and neither did mine. I wasn’t even looking at ol’ girl. She could’ve been a mannequin for all I cared. She was just a tool for something darker.
Control… territory… revenge.
Each stroke was intentional, not for pleasure, but for punishment.
I watched Ajori’s silhouette freeze as she studied me, and that shit turned me on more than it should have.
The way Ajori looked through me, like she saw past the killer.
Like maybe, she was the only one who could…
but none of that mattered. She was Alejandro’s daughter.
So instead of talking to her, touching her, or claiming her like I wanted, I put on a show.
And when I finally came, I made sure it was with eye contact with her.
After she closed the window, I stood there, chest rising and a quiet satisfaction settling in, knowing I had handled that exactly how I wanted to.
Kali turned toward me with a lazy smile, reaching up, giggling. “Mmm… you trying to go again?”
I caught her wrist mid-reach. “No. That was it. Get dressed.”
I stepped back and removed the condom, mind somewhere else entirely.
She blinked. “Wait—what? You serious?”
I didn’t even look at her.
“Dead serious. That wasn’t for you anyway; you was just the message. You done here.”
Her smile fell. “Damn… you could at least—”
I cut her off with a glance so sharp it stole the rest of her words. “Don’t push it.”
She scoffed under her breath, grabbed her things, and stormed off, heels clicking into the night.
My focus went straight back to the dark window.
I stood there, still hard, the ache still burning through me like unfinished business.
“You wanted to play with me, princesa? Game on.”