Page 57 of Broken by my Bully (Lessons in Cruelty Dark Academia #1)

“Do it,” I whisper furiously. “Sure the cops would love that you signed your crime scene.”

He chuckles quietly, because he knows I’ll never go to the cops. Riversiders hate pigs almost as much as tax collectors.

“I don’t want to try again,” Melissa says quietly. “I’ve moved on. You should, too. Not as if you liked me, anyway.”

It’s useless fighting over the knife because Kai has more strength in one arm than I have in two.

Same can’t be said for his dick.

The sound he makes when I grab it will live rent free in my head for all eternity. A quiet, pained groan vibrating against my ribs. Like I’m sinking his knife hilt-deep into his gut.

His hand wraps around mine.

Warm. Strong. Trembling.

“Yeah?” Melissa murmurs from the bed. “You liked it when I did that?”

There’s this moment where both me and Kai just stop.

Stop moving, stop breathing.

I guess we both realize Melissa’s moments away from having phone sex with whoever the hell is on the other end of that call.

Doesn’t seem to bother Kai.

He drags his hips down, taking my hand with him. And then he pushes up between my legs, the head of his cock nudging against my underwear. I huff out a breath, and he nudges my cheek with his, like he’s telling me to shut the fuck up and take this dick like a good girl.

Like I’d make this easy for him, the sick fuck.

Melissa giggles. “I kinda liked that too…”

Oh God.

I refuse to let go of him.

And he’s not giving up.

But I guess he gets tired of banging his dick against a wall, because he wraps his hand over mine and angles up, sliding over the top of my underwear instead.

And my clit.

With my underwear so wet, it’s like I’m not wearing anything at all.

His hard shaft drags over my already sensitive clit, leaving urgent tingles in its wake. The only thing keeping him from crushing me is the weight he keeps on one elbow. The same arm as the hand holding the knife to my throat.

“Yeah? You want it?” Melissa moans.

What if I just pulled my underwear aside and let him fuck me?

How bad could it be?

How much would it hurt?

“Mmm, yeah. Tell me what it feels like.” Clothing rustles on the other side of the room, but it’s all background noise to the ringing in my ears.

The sound of my breath mingling with Kai’s as he uses the grip on my hand to rub his dick back and forth over my clit.

I squirm, but I don’t know if it’s to get away from him, or to push him harder against that impossibly sensitive nub. I’m so fucking wet, and my pussy keeps clenching, spilling even more wet heat out of me.

When Kai’s hips move up, his fingers bump against my pussy, sending a jolt through my body. And he keeps doing it. Like he’s imagining pounding into me.

Being inside me.

Filling me and stretching me.

My breath hitches, and I bite down on my bottom lip as I struggle not to moan out loud.

I shouldn’t bother.

Melissa is moaning loudly enough to cover whatever sounds we make.

Kai puts his lips to my ear. “Open,” he rasps.

I grit my teeth. “Fuck you.”

“Jesus, you’re playing with fire.” He throttles my hand, forcing me to grip him harder, to drag his cock against my clit at a punishing pressure that’s sending me spiraling to a climax.

My hips buck, and I can’t control them anymore than I can control him.

When he bites my earlobe and growls, “You’re gonna burn, bitch,” into my ear like a feral thing, a fierce shock tears through me.

I’m panting as I release the knife so I can fumble between us for my underwear.

I need him inside me.

Like right fucking now.

And from the way his breathing picks up, how the hand holding mine holding his cock trembles, he wants it too.

So why the fuck, when I rip my underwear aside, does he pull back? Why does he just hover there, an inch from me, so close I can feel his heat, and not fuck me?

“Do it,” I push through clenched teeth.

His staggered exhale coats the side of my neck. Then he presses his lips to my skin, so soft I can barely feel it.

“You don’t deserve my dick inside you, slut.”

A shudder races through me. I groan, turning my head, seeking his mouth with mine.

But he turns his head, and all I’m kissing is hair as he jerks off an inch from my cunt.

Urgent, violent tugs that end with his fingers thumping against my pussy. Each strike feels like a punch, and in seconds, I’m coming.

Thump.

Thump.

My back arches, my legs splaying wide as I lose all control.

“There she is. My filthy little liar. The only honest thing about you is how you come for me.”

And then he groans, and his hot cum jets against my pussy, and my clit, and the side of my leg. He drags my hand off his cock, grabbing my cunt, smearing his cum all over me as my fingers try to dig through the carpet.

The base of his palm grinds against my clit, nearly sending me through the fucking roof.

“Not enough for you, slut?” he growls in my ear.

Several of his fingers spear into me, pushing his cum inside.

“Take it all. Every drop. I want you dripping with my cum when you see our precious professor tomorrow.”

I don’t know if I’m trying to encourage him, or stop him, but I grab his cock and I squeeze.

He rewards me with a hissed, “Jesus,” and starts pumping into my hand with short, powerful bursts of his hips.

“Yeah, baby, don’t stop. I’m so close,” Melissa purrs by the bed.

I don’t want to think about what’s happening over there. I have too much to deal with over here.

Kai groans, his thrusting hips speeding up. He keeps pressure with his palm, starts circling my clit, then grinding it, so rough it hurts, so hard I clap a hand over my mouth when I come again so I don’t scream out loud.

He fucks me with his fingers as mercilessly, brutally, as he did by the tree only a few days ago.

I’m fucking wrecked. Body limp and unresponsive.

There’s no way he’s driving me to that precipice again.

But then he growls, “You filthy fucking liar,” and I come again.