Page 140 of Broken by my Bully

I take a big swallow of wine, and then pop the second cup in my mouth, my eyes closing as I savor the burst of sweet chocolate and peanut butter.

“If they put your expression on their commercials, they wouldn’t be able to air it during prime time,” Bastian says.

I cover my mouth with my hand, staring over sheepishly at him as he pushes away from the doorway he’d been leaning in.

“Stop watching me!” I manage through a mouthful of chocolate. “It’s fuckin’ creepy.”

He drops onto the sofa, flashing me a wide smile. “It’s nice to know someone appreciates your gift.”

Fuck, Haven, you haven’t even thanked him.

“Thank—”

He grabs my wrist so hard I gasp. “No.”

“But—”

“You don’t thank me. Ever.” His thumb finds my pulse again. He seems to love feeling it flutter under his grip. “Everything I give you, you’ve earned. Or you will.”

His eyes dart up to mine. They’re darker than before, so much more intense. Could just be a trick of the light, but his pupils look dilated. He releases me slowly, almost reluctantly.

“Eat it.”

I obey. Because when he uses that voice, I always obey.

Every second he watches me chew, a low ache grows in my core, until I have to say something if only to break the tension.

“It’s so fucking good.”

“Better than my pasta?” He brushes his thumb against his nose, sniffing. Something about the gesture makes me forget what I was saying. “It’s okay if it is. I never claimed to hold a Michelin star.”

“Right, sorry.” I hold out a hand. “Yes, your pasta was delicious, but this ischocolate.”

He dips his chin. “I’ll allow.” His eyes skip to the glass on thefloor, which I quickly pick up and take a sip from. “Better than the wine?”

I nod, swallowing, and immediately set it down so I can grab another peanut butter cup. “This has gotta be better than sex.”

It’s out before I can stop myself.

I don’t know what to expect, but Bastian smirking at me as he takes a long, slow swallow of his bourbon wasn’t even in the top ten.

“Sex with a fumbling boy who thinks clits are a myth?”

My mouth goes so dry I can’t swallow the last of the candy.

“We’ll talk again after someone’s fucked you so hard and deep you see God.”

My ears buzz. My thighs clench. I’m seconds away from launching myself at him, and fuck the consequences. But that smirk tells me this is another test, and the part of me that’s survived this far is begging me to calm the fuck down.

I can’t blow up everything for a one-night stand with my professor. No matter what he says, sex can’tpossiblybe that good. Even with him. Right?

Don’t say it, Haven. Don’t you dare fucking?—

I try a smile like his, but mine comes out lopsided.

“That an offer, Bastian…or a threat?”

Bastian