Katherine Justice Nude Novels & Stories

And why were these sheets so soft? I sighed in content, digging in deeper as I didn’t want to lose this wonderful, wonderful feeling. The soft sheets cocooned me, their silk brushing against my bare skin like whispers. For a moment, I floated in a haze, heavy and languid, my mind foggy as if I had been drugged by pleasure. Pleasure? My eyes snapped open fully as memories from the night before came rushing back. Escaping Kodra’s men in the forest... Meeting The God of Justice...

“Thank you.” “No thanks needed,” I said. “I think she’s in heat. Why don’t I leave this space for you two to enjoy yourselves?” “That’s—” “Do you have a problem with that?” I interrupted him. He shook his head. “No, I’ll do as you said.” “And you know what to do after,” I said to which he nodded. Katherine was pulled by the hair to the centre of the room with her clothes taken off. Her ex was attracted to men and so he only got satisfaction from beating up women. Not sex. Too bad.

I see him tense, ready to explode. I approach, grab him by the sleeve. "Don't say anything. Not now. Let justice do its work, if any remains." He shakes his head, eyes full of cold fire. "Justice? Do you think it was enough for Cassandra? For your mother?" I move closer still. "Cassandra spoke. She said everything that needed to be said. And she had the last word. You can't take that from her." He closes his eyes, for a long time. His shoulders sag.