Chapter 3
Kai
I cut the engine and lean back to stare at Agony Hollow College’s main campus building. Apparently, it used to be someone’s mansion, but it looks more like Arkham Asylum to me.
Rooke’s Tesla isn’t here. His class starts in a little under an hour, so the smug fucker could pull up any goddamn second.
Perfect.
Haven’s already got her hand on the door handle, but she hesitates when she sees I’m not making a move. “You coming?”
“What’s the rush?” I catch her wrist, tugging her back. “We’ve got time.”
She glances out the back window, then at me. “What are you—”
“Stay,” I say, my voice rough.
Her blue eyes go wide when she realizes what I’m after.
“Are you fucking insane?” A breathy laugh escapes her, but she doesn’t pull away. “He’ll be here any second.”
“That’s kinda the point.” I haul her across the console, and she lets out a gasp as her ass slams into my lap.
“You want to get caught?”
“What I want—” I glide my hand up her inner thigh, digging into her soft flesh until she shivers hard against me “—is to fuck you so hard this car reeks of you. Of your soaked pussy that he’ll never get to bury his dick in again.”
Her breath hitches, red creeping up her neck. “That’s…”
“Depraved?” I lean in, teeth grazing her earlobe before I bite down, just enough to sting. “Twisted as fuck?”
“Yeah,” she half-moans, half-breathes as her body arches into me.
“So fucking stop me then, Heavenly.”
She should. We both know she should.
But that wild, depraved spark in her blue eyes matches the possessive urge clawing at my ribs. Instead of pulling back, she grinds into me, her pussy nestling right against my throbbing hard on.
There’s my gorgeous little deviant.
I was worried I’d fucked it up when I gave her the necklace. But we can’t keep our hands off each other. There’s a part of me that wonders if we’re both just distracting ourselves from reality, but every time that thought surfaces, the part of me that loves fucking Haven shoves it back under.
“You dirty little slut,” I rasp against her neck, nipping the skin. “You love this, don’t you? Getting fucked in your professor’s car like the cock-hungry whore you are.” I buck my hips up, letting her feel how hard she makes me.
This is all for her…
Is what I tell myself.
But fuck, the thought of Rooke pulling up behind us has me leaking pre-cum.
“Fuck, Kai…” She moans, grinding harder into my lap.
“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” I fist her hair, tugging her head back. “Him watching you ride my cock in his car. Think he’d lose his shit?”
She swallows hard. “Yes. And you’d love it.” She whispers it like a curse.
“Course I fucking would.” I slide my hand under her sweater. No bra, just warm skin and her nipple already hardening against my palm. “So give him a show.”
“He’s not even here—“
“What happened to that imagination of yours? Miss H never had a problem believing in elves and unicorns.”
She gasps when I roll her nipple between my fingers. Gasps harder when I pinch. “This is so stupid,” she mumbles.
“Stupidest thing we’ve ever done.”
“That’s a lie, and you know it.” She’s breathing hard now, bucking against me despite herself.
Fair. We’ve done way stupider shit.
But this? This feels important. Like taking back what’s mine.
Her.
I yank her sweater up, and she hesitates before pulling it over her head. The sight of her blue eyes and the wisps of brown hair framing her face makes my lungs ache. When her butterfly pendant catches the light, I’m overcome by the need to mark her, to claim her, to own every inch of her.
“Mine.” I lean in and bite her breast hard enough to leave a mark. She yelps, then claps a hand over her mouth.
“Uh-uh.” I pull her hand away. “Don’t you dare be quiet.”
“Anyone could—”
“No one’s gonna hear you unless you scream.” I trail my hand down her stomach, slipping behind her leggings. “You gonna scream, Heavenly?”
She shakes her head, not stopping me when I shove my hand lower. I groan when I find her wet and ready.
Always so ready for me.
“Fuck,” I breathe. “You’re soaked. The thought of him catching you spread open and dripping for me—that’s what’s got you this wet?”
“Shut up.”
“That he could see you like this. His needy little slut coming for me, not him.”
“Kai—”
“That he’d know you’re mine.”
I work two fingers inside her, filling her slowly.
Her whimpers make me grin.
There’s my Little Miss Heavenly.
We fucked an unhealthy amount at the beach. It was a a week-long deep dive into what each of us liked and didn’t. I found out pretty quickly that there wasn’t much that didn’t send Haven into the stratosphere…as long as I didn’t rush.
“Louder,” I command.
“Someone will—”
“Louder.” I don’t know when it became okay to order her around like this.
She used to give me a look when I tried pulling rank—eyes narrowed, lips pursed, like I’d crossed a line.
She’d obey, but she’d make me pay for it later.
Now? Now she craves it.
She moans, rocking against my hand, chasing it with desperate little grinds. I add a third finger just to watch her eyes roll back, mouth falling open in a silent scream.
“That’s it,” I murmur, thumb pressing her clit in firm circles. “Fuck yourself on my fingers. I want you to beg for it like he’s right here watching me destroy his eager little student.”
“I hate you for making me do this,” she mutters, her whole body trembling against me.
“No you don’t.”
She doesn’t. She’s gripping my shoulders, her nails are digging into my thighs hard enough to leave marks through my black joggers.
Jesus, the thought of her leaving marks on me has my cock straining against the curve of her ass. I need to be inside her. Now.
She whines at the loss when I drag my fingers out of her, but her breathing turns ragged when I shove my joggers down just enough to free my cock.
I yank her leggings down to her thighs and force her to hover over my lap, fisting my cock so it’s at just the right angle for her dripping pussy.
I don’t know what fucking kink demon possesses me in that moment, but the words are out before I can stop them.
“Fuck me like you’d fuck him,” I growl.
“Wh-what?” she says, an uneasy laugh threading through her words.
I grab her messy bun, tugging on her hair until her neck arches.
“Show me how you’d be his good girl, while I fuck you instead.” My raspy voice is barely controlled.
Like me.
I still expect her to argue—because, Jesus, what the fuck even is this?—but then she whispers, “Yes, sir,” and sinks down onto me.
Holy fuck, she’s so hot and wet and perfect my brain short-circuit.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I groan, my fingers digging into her plump ass.
She’s trembling, hands braced on my shoulders, descending so slow it’s killing me.
Fuck that.
I grip her hips and slam her down, making her take all of me in one brutal thrust. Her pained yell fills the cabin, but a whimper of pleasure follows right behind.
“Oh, fuck, Bastian!” For a second she just breathes, adjusting to the stretch. Then her hips start to move. “Fuck me harder, sir,” she whispers fiercely.
It shouldn’t do what it does to me. But hearing her say his name sends possessive rage and the hottest rush I’ve ever felt crashing into me.
“That’s my sweet girl.” The endearment feels alien on my tongue, but I don’t fucking care.
I lift her up, driving her down even harder onto my cock, the slap of our skin obscene in this tight space.
She shudders over my cock, mumbling out a broken, “Y-yes! God, Bastian, yes! Fuck me until I can’t think about anyone else.”
I reach between her thighs, finding her clit in the wet mess we’ve made. “That’s it, sweet girl.”
Haven fucks my cock like she hates it, like she’s channeling every ounce of her anger into revenge, wearing me down with her pussy until there’s nothing left but her triumph.
I don’t know what kind of trauma she’s working through—I mean, I can imagine—but toxic fuck I am, I hope she takes years to have a breakthrough.
But only if she’s using my cock as therapy.
“Oh, God, Bastian! Fuck!” Her head falls back, messy bun coming undone, hair spilling over her shoulders. The butterfly necklace bounces with each thrust, catching the light.
Mine, mine, mine.
Jesus, watching Heavenly lose control could put every dealer in Riverside out of business.
“Kai—” Her rhythm stutters. “I’m gonna—“
“Do it. Come on my cock right here in his fucking car. Right where he could walk up any second and see you fucking me.”
Haven shatters with a guttural moan, her pussy clenching around me so hard I nearly lose it too. But I hold on, gritting my teeth as I work my cock in and out of her, watching every expression that crosses her face.
Beautiful.
Broken.
And—fuck Rooke—she belongs to me.
When she finally stills, collapsing against me and panting into the side of my neck, I’m so close I’m struggling to think.
“Down,” I grit out, guiding her off me and shoving her onto her knees in the footwell. She peers up at me, face flushed, eyes glittering, her lips inches from the pussy-slick length of my cock.
“Open,” I growl. She peels her lips apart and I nearly lose it right there. “Tongue.”
She sticks her tongue out like the obedient little psycho she is, and I lose the battle after one stroke of my cock. An orgasm slams into me so hard and fast, I feel like I’m dying.
Ropes of cum streak her lips, her tongue, her chin. I’m trying to aim but my whole body’s locked up and I’ve got zero control.
Doesn’t help that she’s fucking grinning at me like a harpy as I buck into my fist, either.
When I’m finally spent, she darts forward and drags her tongue over my crown like she’s trying to put me in the fucking ground.
“Fuck, Heavenly,” I pant out, my body heavy, my eyes blurry.
She climbs up, kneeling on the seat between my thighs, and holds my head in place for a kiss.
Without swallowing first.
Tangy cum mixes with our saliva. I groan into our sloppy kiss, giving my cock a mournful stroke as I try to will it back to life, because Jesus, I want to do it all over again.