Page 236 of Broken by my Bully

And it’s so messed up, because I swear I thought he was going to kiss me. I was silently begging him to.

That was when I was still imagining it was him, of course.

Should have known.

Who else would know my body like that? Exactly where to caress, where to stroke, where to?—

God, I’m horny again. What was in that Gatorade bottle?

Everything feels like sex. The music. The lights. The rain.

My eyes latch onto the DJ. And that’s a bad thing, because he’s hot. Not as hot as Kai, obviously, but still…the way he’s dancing is giving me a clit boner.

Or maybe I still have one from what Kai just did to me.

Did I actually come?

A thump goes through my body, and my eyes fly open. When did I close them?

I’m staring at the crowd.

But how?

I turn my head. I’m on the stage, close to the DJ box. There’s no music.

But why?

My body is electric. Pulsing with current. Mimicking the thunder-wreathed clouds above.

It’s raining.

My hair is wet.

What’s happening?

“…Haven Lee!”

I turn at the sound of my name and see Ezra nearby. Holding a microphone.

Why?

He winks at me, comes closer. Slides an arm around my shoulder. I shrug it off, but it’s back a second later.

Stop.

But my voice isn’t working. My body is limp, unresponsive. I’m just standing here, on the DJ deck, staring at a sea of glowing bodies.

Fuck, I’m so trashed. My jaw clenches, and I taste blood as I pull my lip into my mouth.

Ow.

“…tell us what it was like?”

Huh?

My voice echoes back to me so loud, I flinch. Only then do I notice the microphone by my mouth. I bat it away, sending a screech of feedback through the speaker system.

“The fuck are you doing, man?” someone calls out behind me.