Page 157 of Broken by my Bully

I stand up so fast, my chair topples over. “You watch your fucking mouth?—”

“Or what?” She calmly steps back, the smile playing at her lips making my blood run cold. “You’ll choke me again? Pin me down? News flash, Kai. Some men can make me wet without making me bleed.”

“You’re playing with fire, Haven.”

“And you’re playing with yourself.” Her voice drops to a purr. “Every. Fucking. Night. While I’m inhisbed, lettinghimdo whateverhe wants.”

Motherfucking bitch.

It’s so quiet, I can hear the blood boiling in my veins. So quiet, I clearly hear someone’s shoes striking the tiled floor as they head in our direction.

Thank fuck.

I was about to shove Haven against the fucking wall and force her to tell me exactly what the fuck Rooke was doing to her. And then do the same things to her, too, just to even the playing field.

“He’s using you,” I grate out, voice low enough not to carry to the nosy fuck lurking just outside my periphery. Haven’s gaze darts to the side, but I guess she doesn’t consider our third wheel a threat, because she barely lowers her voice.

“Like you usedmeevery day of your fucking life?” Her eyes glitter with the same look she used to get right before she’d bite me hard enough to draw blood.

“We usedeach other,” I growl.

She leans closer, voice dropping to a whisper only I can hear as she strokes her hand down my chest. “Sure, Kai. Whatever lets you sleep at night.”

I watch her go with my jaw dropped, becausefuck. What a bitch.

“Dude.”

Coming in here like she fucking owns shares.

“Dude.”

She’s gonna learn her place, one way or the fucking?—

“Kai, dude!”

“Jesus, what?” I swing to face the senior who’d been trying to get my attention.

He grins. “You wanna get blazed or what, bro?”

This guy.

I nod, if a tad reluctantly, because yeah I want to get fucked up, but after that wild ride with Haven, my dick’s so hard I’m just about ready to pull any of these sorority girls aside and stick it in them.

Half wouldn’t even complain.

Rumor around campus the past three years is that I have agirlfriend at Cambridge. We’re so in love, we still think a long-distance relationship could work. And I guess no one’s really questioning that logic, because I haven’t been with anyone since I started college.

“Didn’t get your name,” I say, shoving a hand in my pocket to keep my dick down, in case the guy thinks I’ve got a hard on for him.

“Kruger.”

I hold out my other hand. “Kai.”

Kruger laughs as we slip into the backyard. “Yeah, man, I know. You don’t exactly keep a low profile.”

Whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean.

“Damn fire hazard out here,” I say as we enter the gazebo.