Page 116 of Broken by my Bully

She touches her neck where I applied the salve. Pushes damp hair out of her face. Her blue eyes are wide when she whips her head around to look for me. They widen even more when she spots me leaning against the doorframe.

“Professor?” There’s a note of panic in her voice.

“Please. Call me Bastian.”

Her eyes follow my hands down my chest as I flick open the last button, her rosy lips parting and her eyelids growing heavy.

“Bast…” She slowly licks her lips, forcing her eyes open. “I feel…weird…”

“That’s because I drugged you, sweet girl.”

I catch her as she slumps to the side and gently lay her down the rest of the way. Her eyelids flicker as she struggles to stay conscious, but in a minute or two, she’ll be deadweight.

“Stop fighting it, girl.” I strip off my damp shirt, tossing it into the corner of the room.

The bedsheets rustle as I rip them aside. Haven flinches when the corner touches her back, but that’s her only response.

I grab her under her arms and drag her up the bed until her head is on a pillow. Her head lolls to the side, and I brush damp hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear.

Then I drag the sheets over her and head into my closet to collect a pair of sweats. A quick shower to wash off this godawful day, then I’ll catch a few hours of sleep on the couch.

I’m sure Haven will have a different picture of events tomorrow, when she wakes up. Maybe then I’ll be able to convince her to report the assault.

I close the bathroom door, strip naked, and head for the shower.

The sight of Haven’s wet sundress hanging from the towel rail stops me in my tracks.

Her cheap cotton panties hang there like an accusation. Washed-out pink. Probably from a discount store. The kind of underwear a girl wears when no one’s supposed to see it.

I press them to my face, drawing in her scent.

Fuck.

She smells like innocence and sex and something uniquely Haven that makes my cock throb. I wrap them around my fist, imagining them stretched across her hips as I?—

No.

Not imagining.

Planning.

I’m instantly annoyed that she can’t afford better underwear. That’s another thing we’ll discuss tomorrow. She can’t keep living out of her car. I will force her to join a sorority. That they provide her with free housing and board.

If she’s working, and she must be if she’s gone this long without being found out, then I will have her quit.

I can cover her expenses.

Make sure she never wants for anything.

Whatever she desires, she will have.

If she sees a pretty dress in the shop, she can buy it without bothering to look at the price tag, and the shoes that go with it, she can have those too, and I won’t ask anything of her, won’t even?—

A deep, throaty groan forces my eyes open. I’m gripping my cock so hard, the mix of pain and pleasure nearly has me coming.

I drop her underwear to the floor, huffing out her scent.

Jesus Christ.