Page 38 of Broken by my Bully

What he did last night was unforgivable. Unconscionable. And fuck it, downright psychotic. I won’t look at pie the same way…and apple used to be my favorite.

But Kai shoving food down my throat wasn’t what my mind kept on rotation while I fought off sleep.

It was the way his tongue felt against my skin.

The sound of his swallowing.

That tiny murmur of pleasure.

And the way I’d felt his dick grow hard in my hands when I tried to defend myself.

Like he wasenjoyingit.

…what used to hurt more?…

I shove my drugstore sunnies onto my face with trembling hands and huddle deeper into my hoodie. My hair is scrunched into a short ponytail at the nape of my neck, my jeans as nondescript as the sneakers I chose for stealth. All I have on me is my cellphone and its charger.

You can do this, Haven.

Be that brave explorer’s equally brave wife you pretended to be when you were five.

Except this time, the man at your side isn’t protecting you from ferocious jungle beasts and hungry, hungry cannibals.

He’s trying to annihilate you.

I trot up the steps, pausing just long enough in the doorway for my eyes to adjust to the gloom inside.

The manor they converted into the university’s main building is huge, but whoever built it wasn’t massively keen on windows. There’san enormous gilded chandelier in the reception area, but it’s struggling to keep back the blurred shadows.

No black cats, and no Nora to greet me. The help desk is empty.

Luck is on my side this morning. Now that my curse has taken physical form by possessing Kai, it doesn’t need to mess with me in other, more subtle ways. As long as I keep an eye out for my tormentor, I should be able to avoid him until I’ve completed my mission.

Need to keep my eyes peeled for Professor Rooke, too. Last thing I want is a ‘I’m not angry, just disappointed’ look thrown my way.

Think of the Devil, and he will appear.

Professor Rooke is coming down the stairs, his satchel slung over one shoulder, his phone in his hand. There’s a deep frown on his face, like he doesn’t like what he’s looking at.

Oh, God. If he spots me, he’s going to chew me out for missing his lesson.

I don’t need that.

My bravery is already evaporating now that I’m inside these halls.

Run, Haven.

Fucking run.

Kai

Fuuuck, my head hurts. I should’ve stayed at the frat house, where there’s unlimited painkillers, closed shades, and soft bedding. But Rooke made his standards crystal clear when I applied to be his TA.

He expects a hundred-and-ten percent from his students, but demands two-fifty from me. Which didn’t scare me back when I took the job, but things have changed since then.

I need Rooke as much as he needs me.

Maybe even more.