Page 58 of Broken by my Bully (Lessons in Cruelty Dark Academia #1)

Kai

Only thing better than Haven’s hand wrapped around my cock would be fucking her pussy. Her cum, and mine, drips down my fingers and hand. I’m sure she’s soaking the carpet.

That’s all I can smell—cum and blood and this earthy, piney scent coming off her skin. I don’t know what the hell kind of body lotion or shampoo she uses now, but it’s nothing like the floral shit I usually smell around college girls.

It’s familiar as fuck, but I know she’s never worn anything like it before. Part of me likes it, part of me despises it.

But all mixed, this perfume of hate and sex and strange, it’s making me fucking wild.

It’s making me want to come again.

Wish it wasn’t so fucking dark down here. I want to see my cum coating my girl’s tight little cunt. I want to see her gleaming with my seed, watch my fingers invade her, see her small hand wrapped around my cock as she strokes me.

“Mmm, fuck!” Melissa whimpers, moans.

Her timing couldn’t be worse.

Or, better, fuck knows .

Because right then, I come again.

I want to groan, and the only thing I can think to do is clamp down on Haven to stay quiet.

If Melissa hadn’t been in another world, she’d probably have heard Haven’s gasp as my teeth sink down on her soft, plump tit.

I drag my fingers out of her clenching pussy and shove them between her lips, filling her mouth with flesh and cum.

She gags and gurgles until I press the knife against her throat. She could have gotten away this whole time. I hadn’t even been keeping it flush with her skin.

But she got carried away with the game.

We both did.

“Suck,” I hiss into her ear.

Haven makes an angry sound, and then sucks my fingers clean. I clamp down on a groan at the feel of her tongue as she swirls it against my sensitive fingertips as she lets her mouth fill with saliva before sucking again.

Jesus, now all I can think about is my cock hitting the back of her throat until she gags.

A bunny slipper thumps down on the carpet on the other side of the room, making both of us jerk in surprise.

“Fuck, yeah,” Melissa groans. “I needed that.”

I turn my head just in time to see her arm flop down the side of the bed, still holding the phone. She drops it a moment later.

“Asshole.” The bed creaks faintly as she gets up, her movements lethargic and uncoordinated as she tries to get her bunny slipper back on her bare foot. She gives up a second later and leaves the room, mumbling something about not having the energy.

A knife pricks against my throat. How the fuck did she get it away from me? She must have been waiting for just the right moment, because I swear I barely even relaxed before she’d twisted it out of my hand.

“You want to play with knives, Kai? Let’s see how you like being the one who fucking bleeds.”

Haven’s eyes glitter in the dark when I turn to look back at her. Slowly, I draw my fingers out of her mouth.

“There you are, Miss H,” I breathe. “I’ve been waiting for you to show up.”

Miss H. spits in my fucking face.

“Get out.” Her voice shivers with suppressed rage as the knife presses harder. “Get. Out!”

I scramble out from under the bed, and she rolls out a moment later like a fucking ninja. If ninjas wore slashed up dresses and had long, messy hair.

The hand holding the knife shakes as she stands, but it’s not with fear.

Fury. Indignation. A touch of feral glee. That’s what I see on her face, in her eyes.

“Jesus,” I whisper, shaking my head as I give her naked, cum-stained, blood smeared body a slow scan. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

She charges me with bared teeth, and I don’t risk hanging around to see if she plans to drive that knife into my ribs, or slice my throat.

I fucking run.

My shoes skid on the curb outside the GAZ house, and I spend a terrifying second cartwheeling my arms to catch my balance, hopping on one foot like a fucking idiot.

I blow out a breath, hands on my knees as I drag air into my lungs. I’m sure someone could have heard me racing down the stairs, but no one’s coming down them to investigate.

Still, better get the hell out of here before…

My gaze lands on Haven’s new Land Rover. Not that it’s new. It’s an ancient thing. I’m surprised she even knows how to drive it.

The interior light is still on.

Guess she didn’t close the trunk properly. Can’t blame her. I was walking away with her duffel bags. I plan to leave it like that, silently begging that the battery will be dead in the morning and she’ll need to ghost up a push-start, but then a sinister thought crosses my mind.

I check if anyone’s around, walking past, sticking their head out an upstairs window, that kind of thing. Haven would check to see if I’d left, but her dorm room window faces the backyard with its infestation of fairy lights.

All clear.

I slip silently into the Land Rover’s driver seat, pulling the door shut behind me, and then turn off the overhead light.

Darkness pools around me, but there’s just enough light from the street lamp a few yards away that I can make out some shapes in the dark. The gear shift, the emergency brake.

A white AHC tote bag lying on the passenger seat beside a pink gift bag.

I ignore the gift bag and go straight for the tote, pulling out an envelope with a few wrinkled bills inside.

Jackpot.

They get crammed into my pocket, but something doesn’t feel right, so I pull them out again.

There’s a folded up page between the bills.

I recognize it instantly.

She fucking kept this?

Even despising me, she couldn’t let me go. This is why she’ll always be mine, whether she admits it not.

Because even her hate belongs to me.

When I open the page, I’m instantly transported back to the day I got this letter from Ashwood Crossing. It’s the first time I’d gotten mail from that town, and I almost tossed the envelope.

Until I recognized the handwriting.

I got all fucking excited, because it was the first time Haven had written me since she’d disappeared. She was finally apologizing, she’d maybe even say she’d had a change of heart, that I wasn’t a loser, that I’d done the right thing, that we could still be friends?—

I WISH I NEVER MET U

I FUCKING HATE U

BURN IN HELL

But Haven wants what Haven wants, and she’s a little fucking bitch if she doesn’t get her way. So I scrawled back a response on the same piece of paper and mailed it the fuck back to her.

I shove the paper back inside the envelope and hesitate before cramming it into my pocket with the cash .

Then I go back to the tote bag for more, feeling my way around in the dark. Books, more books, a pen that pokes the tip of my finger, then…

Fucking gold.

I’m holding a spiral-bound notebook.

ACTIVITY LOG

Fuck. I could turn on a light and read this shit straight away, but then I’d be a sitting duck for anyone who looked my way. Right now, I’m obscured by shadows.

I could do anything in the dark.

So I take out my cock and relive every second of what just happened upstairs.

And fuck me, the replay is even better.

Haven can hate me all she wants, but her body knows who it belongs to.

My girl’s pussy gets wet for one person, and one person only.

The boy who taught her how good pain feels.