Page 15 of Broken by my Bully (Lessons in Cruelty Dark Academia #1)

There’s a muffled sound, maybe a protest, maybe something else. I’m enjoying the feel of her body pressed to mine too much to draw away so I can look into her eyes.

“Stop. ”

“I remember the sounds you made whenever I tied you up.”

I can feel her rapid heartbeat against my chest. So desperate. So terrified. But she’s not fighting as hard as she should be…the Haven I knew could scratch and claw her way out of anything.

Her breath hitches when I lean in.

“You’re scared because I know how to hurt you,” I whisper. My hand slides from her wrist to her hip, fingers digging in possessively. “You’re scared because you want me to hurt you. Even after all these years, Haven, it still scares you how much you need me.”

She tries to shake her head, but I catch her chin, forcing her to look at me. Those blue eyes are wide, pupils dilated.

“Liar,” I breathe, and her lips part on a soft gasp. “Your body remembers what I used to do to you in those woods. You might have forgotten how you’d beg for more, even through your tears…but your body remembers.”

“All I remember is being your punching bag,” she says, blue eyes blazing with barely tempered fury.

“If you hated it so much, why the fuck did you keep coming back for more, huh?”

She licks her lips, eyes narrowing, but the anger in them fades like a flame starved of oxygen. “You’re all I had, Kai.”

A pulse of something—guilt, shame, regret, who the fuck knows?—tightens my chest. But I know this game. She’s played it so many times before. Poor little Haven, the unloved girl.

“So why’d you fuck it all up, huh?”

She opens her mouth, but I don’t let her speak. I’ve had enough of her poisonous lies.

“Listen to me, Heavenly. You’re gonna get in your car, and you’re gonna drive out of here, and you won’t dare look in your fucking rearview mirror.”

Another sound, this one definitely a protest because it’s accompanied by a furious wriggle of her hips, like she’s trying to break out of my grip.

“Shhh, shhh,” I whisper, coiling my arm tighter around her middle like a python. “You’re not listening , Heavenly.” My voice becomes a frustrated rasp.

She goes still. The breath puffing against my fingers from her nose comes in short, hard huffs.

I brush my lips against the shell of her ear. “You stay the fuck away from this place, or I’ll get the admin office to set up a meeting with your dad and the dean.”

She gives one savage jerk in my grip and sinks her nails into my arm.

“You don’t want that, do you? Your daddy walking in here… staggering in here, demanding to know what the fuck is so important he had to stop hitting that pipe?”

The fight leaves her body. Like I’d been holding a marionette doll and someone cut the strings. She slumps forward, her weight falling against me.

My cock hardens even more in my lap, pressure building.

I slide my hand off her mouth. I lean back, grabbing her shoulders, holding her up for inspection to see how deep the knife slid in.

Oh yeah, I hit a nerve all right. Judging from how pale her face is, maybe even a fucking artery.

I give her a soft shake, and her head just flops, like she doesn’t have the strength to keep her neck stiff.

“That’s it,” I murmur, a smile tugging at my lips as I study her ashen face, the smudges under her eyes, the dark mark on her jaw where she must have hit the car last night when I?—

Fuck.

Didn’t know it would leave a bruise.

A surge of nausea tightens my stomach.

Had I really been that rough with her?

I don’t know what’s fucking me up more…that I hurt her, or that it left a mark for everyone to see.

The whiplash from that thought is swift and brutal.

It doesn’t fucking matter.

It’s finally sinking in.

It worked. All of it. Especially this last, fatal blow.

She’s putty in my hands, limp and docile and…so fucking broken looking.

I grab her chin, and she winces at the pressure I apply to that bruise. Her eyelashes flutter, but she keeps her eyes averted. Doesn’t want me to see her pain, or can’t stand looking at the man who’d dare turn against her like this?

As if she hadn’t seen this coming.

I thought I used to live in the clouds, but this girl is fucking delusional. We were taught back in high school already how every action has an equal and opposite reaction.

Someone should remind her how physics works.

Right here.

Right fucking now.

“I want to believe you’ll never come back,” I say, my voice as hard as my cock. “But lying is as easy as breathing for you.”

She seems to come awake, body flinching. But her eyelids are at half-mast, her head lowered, as she says, “I’ll do whatever you want.”

Those words send a jolt of déjà vu through me.

…please, Kai. I need this. I’ll do whatever you want…

And it gets me hard. So fucking hard.

Christ, how fucked up am I?

I force her head up, trying to get her to look me in the eye so I can lord this moment over her, but her eyes just shift to the window.

Looking for an escape.

“Yeah, we both wish you’d made different life choices, Heavenly. But here we are.”

Her throat moves. “Please let me go,” she murmurs without a trace of emotion.

I pinch harder.

Her eyes squeeze shut. “Please.”

All she wanted to do was get away from me. But then she came back…except, it wasn’t for me, was it?

That fucking pisses me off.

I might have left Riverside when we were kids, but I was always there for her. Right up to the point where she made it clear she’d been using me, that she had no problem crumpling me up and tossing me like a paper napkin.

Being with Haven is like pouring water down a drain. You just keep giving more and more of yourself…but it never fills up. You’re left with nothing to show for your effort.

It’s time she paid me back.

She flinches when I knock off her cap, but her eyes stay shut until I grab her small ponytail and start pushing her head down.

Startled blue eyes pop open.

I press my thumb against her bottom lip, tugging down hard, pulling her jaw open.

“See that cock down there?” I grate out, glancing down at the bulge beneath my sweatpants. “You’re gonna suck it until I’m convinced you’re not lying.”

Anger fills her eyes. “Fuck you, Kai!”

I grab her and shove her under the table. She cries out when something—an arm, a leg—hits the edge of the wood, and immediately tries to scramble out from under it.

I slam my sneaker into the central table leg, and she runs into it. She turns and tries to go the other way, but I stick my leg out on that side too. When she ducks to go under, I grab her hair and wrench her back.

There’s just enough space between the bench and the table for a small sliver of light to hit her face as I arch her neck back so she’ll look at me.

Both her hands go to her hair, Haven wincing as she tries to untangle my fingers. She stops when I shove my hand down the front of my sweatpants and drag out my cock.

Shock, then horror, crawls onto her face.

“No,” she whispers.

Her eyes fly up to mine like she’s trying to find evidence that this is just some silly joke, that I’m going to laugh and push her away and tell her to ‘shove off’ like I did when I was a kid.

I couldn’t, even if I tried.

As soon as she looked at my cock, I wanted her lips wrapped around it.

There’s confusion on her face, like she’s trying to convince me she doesn’t know how sucking dick works.

“You hit your head so hard last night, you forget how this works, Heavenly? Open your mouth and swallow me down your throat.”

She resists when I push her head closer to my lap, her eyes darting from my face to my cock like she can’t decide which is more fear-inspiring.

“Don’t do this,” she begs quietly.

“You did this to yourself.” I stroke my cock with one hand, doing it slow and hard because just the thought of what’s about to happen has already got me ready to fucking blow.

“I warned you, and you wouldn’t listen.”

Her mouth opens for another pointless protest, and I use that wet hole to my advantage.

I hiss when her warm lips touch my cock and then flash a smile when she makes a face at the taste of the precum coating my crown.

“Not as sweet as that apple pie, is it?” I murmur. “But it gets better, I promise.”

She tries to turn her head, but all it takes is a twist of the hand in her hair before she whimpers and opens her mouth for me.

“No biting. If I feel teeth, I’m dragging you onto this table and fucking your ass until it bleeds.”

Haven shuts her eyes as if to block out the sight of my cock, and again, that resistance melts away. But she can’t possibly know how I like it, so I keep a hand in her hair and I guide her head into my lap so my cock slides all the way to the back of her throat.

The last thing I want is to end up with puke on me, so I only keep my cock there for a second before dragging it out. She still gags, but I only chuckle at her theatrics before forcing myself down her throat again.

“Good, Miss H, good. All that practice has really paid off.”

She makes an angry sound, glancing up at me with a harsh frown. Light slices across her face, catching just one iris in a blaze of blue and navy.

“Don’t make that face. You love this, you fucking slut.”

I’m still guiding her mouth, but I guess she thinks the faster she can make me come, the sooner I’ll let her leave, because she bobs her head faster, swirling her tongue, sucking at my cock so hard it hurts.

Fuck…it hurts so fucking good.

I bite my bottom lip so I won’t start groaning, but I can’t help the small sounds that slip out as her mouth fills up with warm saliva and my cock becomes more sensitive to her touch.

“Fuck,” I grate. “That’s it. Suck it like you need the money, my pretty whore.”

My eyes squeeze shut as I fight back the urge to empty into her mouth, holding off to enjoy this fucking ecstasy just a little longer. When she grabs the base of my cock and squeezes, I’m forced to look down.

Light glitters in the tears trapped in her lashes.

“Fuck.” It’s the only word I can manage. My chest is too tight, my legs shaking. “Fuck!”

Her other hand comes up to cup my balls. She massages them, and despite the diamonds in her eyelashes, there’s a palpable wrath to the way she bobs her head, the way she glares up at me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” My head falls back, but I’m fighting my orgasm as much as I’m fighting to stay lucid.

This went way further than I thought it did, but it’s way too late to reel it in.

It’s abandoned in this section of the library, but someone could walk past any second. I don’t know what the punishment for sucking dick in the open would be, but I’m pretty sure it won’t just be suspension .

My hips pump up, Haven making the most exquisite wet, gagging sound every time my cock hits the back of her throat.

I’m winning against my climax, drawing it out, lavishing this moment I know I’ll regret, but one I’m already looking forward to letting live rent-free in my head for the rest of my life.

Until she slides her thumb down and presses it against my fucking asshole.

This time I’m the one caught between shock and horror, my breath hitching in my throat.

Is she…smiling?

I jerk my hips back, pulling my cock out of her mouth. “What the fuck?”

She grabs my cock, sticks her thumb in her mouth, and then darts forward, swallowing me so hard and fast that I moan in sheer bliss, like some chick in an amateur porn video.

Her thumb goes straight for my hole, but before she can sodomize me, I slam my cock down the back of her throat and offload.

Her eyes widen in panic as she pushes my thighs, trying to get air down her throat through the strings of cum.

But I just keep emptying inside her, grinding against her mouth so every inch of my cock is filling her.

I’m sure if I hadn’t pulled out at that second, she’d have tried to bite my dick off, because teeth scrape me as I retreat.

My last spurt of cum hits her lips as she falls back to gasp for air. I shove her away from me with my foot, but even if I wanted to hurt her, my legs are too weak.

She hits the floor and is up a second later, snatching her phone and book off the table as she prepares to run, her face blotchy with tears, shame, and cum.

I let her take her phone. But I slam my hand down on The Lucifer Effect and she throws me a quick, furious glare before deciding it’s not worth it and hightailing it out of the library.

Shoving my dick back in my pants, I slump on the bench as I try to catch my breath .

Either the painkillers finally kicked in, or Haven gives magical head, because my hangover…is gone.

Guess all that practice paid off.