Page 174 of Broken by my Bully

There’s no way he’s driving me to that precipice again.

But then he growls, “You filthy fucking liar,” and I come again.

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.”