THE DIVORCE PAPERS II

PART TWO

The parking lot behind the club was dimly lit, the bass from inside muted to a distant throb. My heels clicked sharply against the asphalt as I approached the sleek black SUV parked in the far corner. My heart hammered in my chest, a volatile cocktail of rage at Marcus, shame at my own wetness, and something darker, something that made my thighs clench with every step.

Kenzo was already waiting, leaning against the driver’s side with his arms crossed over his broad, powerfully muscled chest, suit jacket unbuttoned. The moment he saw me, his intense steel-gray eyes raked over my body like he owned it. At forty-eight, he looked devastatingly handsome—thick blonde hair perfectly styled, a chiseled, masculine jawline, high cheekbones, and an aura of raw, magnetic power that made him irresistibly attractive. Without a word, he opened the passenger door and gestured inside.

“Get in.”

I slid into the plush leather seat, the short crimson dress riding up so high my bare ass cheeks pressed directly against the cool seat. Kenzo climbed in behind the wheel, the door shutting with a heavy thud that sealed us in darkness and silence broken only by our breathing.

He didn’t start the engine right away. Instead, he turned to me, one large, strong hand resting on the gear shift, the other reaching over to trace a single finger along the exposed skin of my thigh.

“Here’s the deal,” he said, his deep, velvet-rough voice sending heat straight through me. “Come home with me tonight. All night. No limits. I want you in my bed, under me, until neither of us can move.”

My breath caught. “I’m not a prostitute,” I snapped, even as heat flooded my core at the raw command in his tone.

Kenzo’s lips curved into a slow, predatory smile, making his strikingly handsome face even more dangerously seductive. “I know exactly who you are, Daphne Brand. Or should I say… soon-to-be ex-daughter-in-law.”

My stomach dropped. He knew. All this time.

Before I could bolt, he continued, “Marcus is still living under my roof most nights. He crashes there when he’s too drunk or too lazy to go anywhere else. He’ll definitely be home tonight.”

The reminder of Marcus sent a fresh wave of fury through me. Discarded like trash on my birthday. I thought of him sleeping just down the hall while his own father fucked me senseless.

My throat clenched tight. I swallowed hard.

“Yes,” I whispered, voice barely audible.

Kenzo’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. “Good girl.”

The drive was silent. When we pulled up to the sprawling Kavanagh estate, my pulse spiked at the sight of Marcus’s familiar sports car parked crookedly in the driveway. He was home. Just like Kenzo said.

Kenzo led me inside through a side entrance, his firm hand on the small of my back, guiding me up the wide staircase to the master suite on the second floor. The moment the heavy bedroom door clicked shut behind us, I turned, rising on my toes to kiss him—hungry, desperate, revenge burning hot in my veins.

Kenzo stopped me with a hand on my throat, gentle but unyielding. “Not yet,” he murmured. “Do you want to try something new tonight?”

My lips parted, still tingling. “Why not?”

He reached into the nightstand and pulled out a thick black silk blindfold. “Do you trust me?”

I stared at it, then at him. The man who was about to ruin me for his own son. The man whose cock I’d already felt throbbing against me in that VIP room. He looked even more commanding and irresistibly attractive in the low light.

“Tie it anyway,” I said.

Kenzo stepped behind me. The silk slid over my eyes, cool and smooth, plunging my world into complete, velvet darkness. He tied it securely at the back of my head, his fingers brushing my hair. Everything vanished; suddenly there was no light, no shapes, only sound, scent, and touch.

“Lie down on the bed,” he ordered softly.

I obeyed, crawling onto the massive king-sized bed, the sheets cool and luxurious against my skin. Blind, I felt exposed, every one of my nerves alight. I heard the rustle of clothing as he undressed, the soft clink of his belt hitting the floor. Then the mattress dipped under his weight.

Kenzo’s large, powerful hands gripped my thighs and spread them wide, exposing my dripping, aching pussy completely to the cool air. I couldn’t see him, but I could feel the heat of his breath brushing over my swollen folds. Then his mouth was on me, hot and wet.

His tongue dragged slowly from my leaking entrance all the way up to my throbbing clit in one long, sensual lick, savoring my taste. He groaned against my flesh, the vibration making my hips jerk. He circled my clit with the flat of his tongue, before sucking the sensitive bud between his lips with gentle, pulsing suction. Two thick fingers teased my entrance, sliding through my slickness before pushing deep inside my tight heat.

My back arched sharply, a broken moan escaping me. The blindfold made everything sharper, every flick of his tongue, every curl of his fingers against my G-spot, every wet sound of him devouring my pussy. He fucked me slowly with his fingers while his mouth worked my clit in steady, rhythmic sucks.

My pussy clenched hard around his invading fingers, juices coating his hand and dripping down my ass. When he added a third finger, stretching me deliciously, and sucked harder on my clit, I shattered. My orgasm crashed over me in waves, my walls fluttering and squeezing as I cried out, thighs trembling violently around his head.

Before I could catch my breath, Kenzo flipped me onto my stomach and yanked my hips up, forcing my ass high in the air, face pressed into the mattress. I was completely exposed, blind and helpless, my soaked pussy and tight little asshole on full display.

The thick, blunt head of his massive cock pressed against my dripping entrance. He pushed in slowly, letting me feel every thick inch as he stretched me open. I whimpered at the burn, the way my pussy lips were forced wide around his girth. When he bottomed out, his heavy balls resting against my clit, he paused for only a second before pulling back and slamming in hard.

He fucked me with deep, powerful strokes, each thrust driving his cock balls-deep into my clenching cunt. The wet, filthy slapping of skin on skin filled the room, mixed with my muffled screams into the sheets. His hands gripped my hips bruisingly, pulling me back onto his cock as he pounded me relentlessly. Every thrust dragged along my sensitive walls, the head of his cock kissing my cervix with bruising force.

My pussy clenched and fluttered around him uncontrollably, juices squirting out around his shaft with every brutal plunge. He reached under me and rubbed tight circles over my swollen clit, and I came again screaming his name loud enough for the entire house to hear:

“KENZO! Fuck—KENZO!”

Kenzo pulled out with a wet sound, flipped me onto my back, and pushed my knees up to my chest, folding me in half. My pussy was completely open and vulnerable, glistening and twitching from the previous rounds. He mounted me again, sliding his thick, cum-slick cock back into my soaked hole in one smooth, deep thrust.

This time he fucked me slower but impossibly deep, grinding his hips in slow, rolling circles that rubbed his pubic bone against my clit with every movement. His mouth found my breasts, sucking one hard nipple into his mouth while his fingers pinched and twisted the other. My hands clawed blindly at his strong, muscular back, nails digging into his skin as the pressure built again.

My pussy clenched rhythmically around his thick shaft, milking him with every deep grind. The blindfold made me feel every ridge and vein of his cock dragging along my inner walls. When he bit down gently on my nipple and slammed in particularly hard, I came with a sharp, keening cry, my cunt spasming and gushing around him, soaking his balls and the sheets beneath me.

He pulled out and dragged me to the edge of the bed so my head hung off the side. Blindfolded and disoriented, I felt him stand over me. The thick, musky head of his cock brushed my lips. I opened obediently, and he pushed in, sliding deep into my throat. He fucked my face with slow, controlled thrusts, his hand gently holding my throat so he could feel the bulge of his cock moving inside.

Saliva dripped down my cheeks as I gagged and moaned around his thickness. While he used my mouth, his fingers returned to my dripping pussy, three thick digits plunging deep, curling relentlessly against my G-spot. The dual sensation, his cock stretching my throat while his fingers fucked my cunt, pushed me over the edge again. I came hard, squirting messily onto his hand and the floor, my muffled screams vibrating around his thickness.

Finally, Kenzo pulled me back to the center of the bed, spread my trembling legs wide apart, and drove his cock back into my swollen, abused pussy in one brutal thrust. This time there was no mercy. He fucked me hard and deep, hips snapping forward with punishing force. His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make the darkness behind the blindfold spin.

Every powerful thrust made my full tits bounce, my pussy clench and flutter wildly around his thick, veined cock. The wet, squelching sounds of my soaked cunt taking him filled the room. I was lost in sensation, blind, overwhelmed, screaming brokenly with every stroke.

“KENZO—fuck me—KENZO! Harder—yes—KENZO!”

My final orgasm ripped through me like wildfire, my pussy clamping down so tightly on his cock that he growled and slammed in to the hilt, flooding me with thick, hot ropes of cum. He kept thrusting through it, pumping every drop deep inside my cunt until it leaked out around his shaft in creamy white rivulets.

We collapsed together, panting, bodies slick with sweat and cum. Kenzo finally untied the blindfold. I blinked up at him, eyes glassy, lips swollen, pussy still twitching around his softening cock. He looked impossibly attractive, flushed and powerful above me.

Down the hall, I was certain I heard a door slam.

Marcus had definitely heard every single scream.

Kenzo smirked, brushing a strand of hair from my damp forehead.

“Round six in the shower?” he murmured, already hardening again inside me.

I smiled, wicked and satisfied, my voice hoarse from screaming his name.

“Only if you make me scream louder.”