Page 76 of Broken by my Bully (Lessons in Cruelty Dark Academia #1)

Kai

Fuck, the DJ is killing it. We ship this guy in from Europe every year for the gig, and he’s never failed to deliver. Really wish he’d put his fucking shirt on, though. I don’t need to be reminded how many times I’ve missed gym the past few weeks.

I’m on the edge of the dance floor on one of the small platforms reserved for Greeks. This one has our Greek letters painted on the tree behind us, but most of my frat brothers are busy dancing, banging someone, or getting refills.

I’m happy right here, jamming like tonight’s my last night on earth.

If I take any more drugs, it might be.

Ha. At least I’d die happy.

That’s why we’re all here, isn’t it? Searching desperately for oblivion.

Austin and iPhone are nearby, Austin trying to chat up one of the more naked chicks in our vicinity, and iPhone…

“Dude!” I yell, seizing his arm as I pause for a water break. “First time I’ve ever seen you without your phone. ”

“Stocks are closed, bro!” He turns his grin on me. “And I’m fucking rolling.”

We laugh, clapping each other on the back as we turn back to the dance floor. With the UV lamps on full blast, the dance floor is a sea of glowing limbs, and I’m pretty sure eighty percent of the people out there are high, rolling, or drunk. Or all three, like me.

So many happy, smiling faces.

Not that far away, lightning pierces the sky. The clap of thunder is barely audible over the music, but tons of dancers throw their arms into the air, yelling for rain.

“Fuck, yeah!” I yell, arms held up high. “Bring iiit!”

“Kai.” Austin tugs my elbow, “Hey!”

“What?”

He leans closer, so he doesn’t have to yell at the top of his lungs and tugs up his animal mask. All the frat guys are wearing them. Mine looks less like something out of Donnie Darko.

“Isn’t that the charity case Ezra wants booted?” Austin points into the crowd, and I follow his finger to a pair of girls dancing a few yards away.

I take a swig of my beer, getting better at maneuvering it through the mask’s mouth hole every time.

Well, fuck.

Look at Haven, enjoying herself like she has every right to be here.

…you can all just suck it up. I’m staying…

If there wasn’t so much fucking molly pumping through my veins right now, I’d be mad. I tried to warn her, and she spat in my face.

Guess that was karma, for spitting in hers the first day she got here.

Jesus, she looks so hot, dancing with her eyes closed, head thrown back, letting the music move her.

Parker’s with her, but she’s caught up in some dude she’s dancing with, her back half-turned to Haven. Little Miss Heavenly’s in a world of her own, it seems .

Her own personal Utopia.

I sense a drop coming in the music, and my eyes are about to slide shut so I can lose myself in it when a guy comes up behind Haven and puts his hands on her waist.

She snaps out of her trance and spins around, shoving his chest.

Ha, ha. Loser.

She makes a point of turning her back on him, but the guy’s obviously on way too many drugs, because he doesn’t seem to realize she doesn’t want him near her. He slides up to her again, grabbing her shoulders, and skating a hand down the front of her?—

My breath knocks out of me as I leap off the platform.

Nobody touches her but me. Nobody.

Even when I hate her.

Even when she hates me.

Party goers make way for me, those that see me. The others I twist and writhe past, trying not to knock anyone over.

The guy definitely sees me coming, because when I get there, he’s already a few yards away.

Fucking yellow bellied?—

Someone grabs my wrist. Shouts, “Thank you!” over the music.

Only then do I realize what just happened.

Fucking molly.

Haven lets go of my wrist, and when I risk a glance over my shoulder, she has her eyes closed, dancing to the music. With my mask on, she didn’t realize who saved her from the creep.

I should go back to the platform.

And Haven should be on GAZ’s little party raft wherever the hell theirs is. But I guess her and Melissa prefer being in the thick of things.

I’m not hating it down here either.

Just enough room to dance without knocking into anyone. The acoustics are a fuck ton better, with the speakers aimed into the crowd .

Plus, with my mask, the trash bag, and the body paint, Haven doesn’t know it’s me.

I flex my hands, breathing deep as the music drops, fades. There’s a moment’s silence, and Haven opens her eyes like she’s wondering what happened to the party.

I’m between her and the DJ booth, so when she turns to the source of the now non-existent music, her eyes land on me.

On my mask.

The music starts up again, and every hair on my body stands on end.

I fucking love this track.

Haven shivers, her eyes closing, hands going to her hair. Her jaw clenches and releases as her head falls back.

Jesus, is she rolling?

What is even happening right now?

Just seeing her slip into such a state of ecstasy as the music pounds out of the speakers sends me on my own delirious roll. I lean back, hands clenched into fists, and howl at the fucking clouds.

Around me, several guys and girls pick up the call, sounding like a pack of wolves trying to find each other in the dark.

When I look down, Haven’s grinning up at me from less than a foot away. She puts out her hand, laying her palm on my chest, and starts to dance.

I’ve never seen her body move like this.

Hips undulating in perfect rhythm with the pulsing beat, her shoulders shimmying, her bottom lip sliding between her teeth.

Her pupils are so blown out, her eyes look black.

I’m furious at Melissa for letting her get this fucked, but for all I know, this is a regular Tuesday for Haven. The way she moves, this isn’t her first neon rodeo.

We’ve been apart for three years, and who the fuck knows what Haven’s been up to? From the little I’ve heard, she’s no stranger to a good time.

That contact on my pec feels like a live wire between us. I capture her wrist, keeping her skin flush with mine as I slide her hand down my stomach, around my waist, to my back.

I pull her close, and we lock together like a fucking blacksmith puzzle.

We were made to fit.

She turns her face away, her cheek pressed to my arm, and we grind against each other, her leg between mine.

The heat of her body coats my skin like an extra layer of paint as she rolls her hips back and forth.

We start out with an inch, maybe a little more, between our bodies. But by the time the song reaches its crescendo, we’re stuck together like two slices of unwrapped cheese.

And fuck, it feels good.

Like mind-blowing, earth-shattering good.

My hand is on the small of her back, hers on mine. And we’re both pushing, trying to get our bodies even closer as we writhe against each other. Haven turns her head, pressing her other cheek against my chest, her hands skidding up my back, her nails digging in.

Seeing Haven in nothing more than body paint and titty pasties should have had me rock hard. But molly always gives me stimdick for a few hours, and shit, it sucks.

I guess it’s a blessing in disguise. If I had a hard on, would she still be grinding me this hard?

This slow?

Then even slower.

Even harder.

Syncing with the music as the DJ slows it way down to a deep, dirty, delicious bass that pushes the subwoofers to their fucking limits.

I look down, my heart thundering in my chest when she stares up at me with her doe-like eyes.

She’s absolutely shredding her lip.

I tug up the edge of my trash bag to find a sucker I stuck behind the elastic of my boxers. I hold it out to her, but she doesn’t even look at it. Her eyes are closed, and she’s just grinding my leg like?—

She’s trying to get herself off in public. On a stranger’s leg.

I laugh, because Jesus fucking Christ. She goes around telling me she’s not a slut, then she does this? I rip the plastic cover off the sucker and brush it against her lips until she opens her eyes and looks at me.

She reluctantly parts her lips, but then shudders and turns away when I try to slip the sucker inside.

Fuck. The second I try to speak to her, this is all over. She’ll know it’s me, and I’m pretty sure she’ll tell me to go fuck myself with a broom handle. Might even offer to help.

Why doesn’t she want the sucker? I shove the candy through my mask’s mouth hole, my entire body tensing as its sweetness coats my tongue.

Maybe she’s forgotten to drink water for a while. I do that sometimes, then my mouth is dry as the fucking Sahara and?—

She’s complacent as a little lamb when I grasp her chin and lift her head up. Her eyelashes flutter, wide eyes going in and out of focus as she tries to look up at me.

I slide my thumb between her lips.

Jesus, that’s dry. No wonder she couldn’t handle the sucker.

She tries to spit me out, grabbing my wrist, but I yank free and untangle our legs as quickly as I can without sending either of us to the ground.

Look at her little feet. They’re covered in dirt.

I spot Melissa, and then see she’s holding a bottle of water.

She starts when I pluck it out of her hand and gives me the same blackout stare as Haven. “What?” She pulls at the water. “No. Mine.”

I hike my thumb over my shoulder. “Your friend needs it more.”

She frowns at me. “Kai?”

I yank the bottle out of her hand and hold it up. “Just water?”

She nods, frowning hard, trying to look past me at Haven. I shake my head. “Eyes on your own work, Parker.” I point at the guy trying to feel her up. “I got this.”

I turn back to Haven, and she’s gone.

Where the fuck?—

My gaze drops, and then I roll my eyes and groan. Haven’s on her hands and knees in the dirt, either trying to pick up something she dropped, or trying to find something that caught her attention.

“Upsies,” I shout over the music, bending to grab her arm.

She comes so willingly, I turn and throw Melissa a death glare over my shoulder, but the bitch doesn’t even see it because she’s suffocating her new boyfriend with her tongue.

Who gives a newbie molly and then lets them loose in this predator’s playground?