Chapter 37 Haven #3
I steel myself as I stand, but my legs still quiver under me when I approach Bastian’s desk. My legs feel wooden, my movements mechanical. Jeans I don’t remember putting on rub against my inner thighs, my tank top too tight, my cardigan scratchy.
From the corner of my eye, I notice Kai shuffling the papers he brought into class with him like he’s sorting them, but he’s watching me under lowered lashes.
Is he checking on me?
“You’ve been awfully quiet,” Bastian says when I reach his desk. “Too busy studying to reply to my messages?”
The casual way he says it—like we’re in some normal relationship where he has the right to expect responses from me—makes something snap inside.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I hiss, keeping my voice low.
Not because someone might hear—Kai’s the only one left in the room—but because I don’t feel like going on a fucking rampage right now, and yelling will set me off.
When Bastian just tilts his head at me, my voice grows a little louder.
“After what you did to me, you expect me to answer your texts?”
His brow furrows. Someone else might even mistake it for genuine fucking confusion. “And what exactly did I do, Miss Lee?”
My mouth works, but words fail me. Because I’m still not sure what exactly happened on Tuesday…I just know it shouldn’t have.
I swallow hard, hands clenching at my sides. “You know what,” I grit out through my teeth.
One side of his mouth quirks up as he glances at Kai. “You mean our delightful menage this weekend?”
My mouth thins, but I force out the words anyway. “After that.”
He laughs.
He actually fucking laughs.
“I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting you to turn on us like that the next morning.” He cuts his gaze to Kai again. “Right, Mr. Jordan?”
Kai blanches, and hastily returns to shuffling papers, his hair flopping in his eyes as he shakes his head, like he’s silently opting out of the conversation.
Bastian’s eyes are glittering with mirth when he turns back to me, and God, I can’t believe I have to fight down the butterflies swarming in my stomach.
“Not that! I’m talking about—“ My voice hitches. “Tuesday.”
“Tuesday,” he repeats. “You mean when you failed to show up for class…again?”
I swallow hard. “You know exactly why I didn’t show.”
He frowns faintly. “I’m afraid I don’t follow.”
The blood drains from my face. “The fuck?”
“Are you feeling alright, Miss Lee? You’ve gone quite pale.” Bastian clasps his hands in his lap, leaning forward with narrowed eyes. “What happened to you at the Rain Dance was traumatizing. You could be experiencing symptoms of PTS—”
“Shut up, Bastian!” I storm close enough to jab my finger in his chest, because, as predicted, I’ve initiated rampage mode. “You fucking raped me!”
“On Tuesday?” His pupils dilate, face going hard as he pushes away my arm with the back of his hand. “When I was in my office and classes most of the day?”
The room spins around me.
I stagger back, gaping at him.
Is he trying to gaslight me? Make me doubt my own memory?
Unless…
My memories are fragmented and vague. I was apparently black out drunk on Tuesday night.
What if those disjointed memories are slivers of Friday night?
I don’t remember much of what happened between me and him and Kai.
I mean, there was so much molly and booze in my system, I thought I hallucinated Kai for a while before I realized he was there in the flesh at Bastian’s house.
No.
It did happen.
I remember how it felt when Bastian put me down on the bed. His weight on me. The pain…then the shameful pleasure. I remember how I struggled to move, struggled to speak. The terrible, awful, dirty things he said to me.
The tampon. He took out my tampon and—
I lean forward, giving my head a violent shake. “Stop lying! You came into my room on Tuesday while I was drugged and—”
“Now I drugged you as well?” he scoffs.
“What—” I cut off. “No, I mean…I was already—”
“Already what, Miss Lee? Come on, spit it out.”
Fuck!
“You found me there, and you—”
He stands, grabs my arms, and gives me such a hard shake my teeth clack together. The flash of anger on his face is gone in an instant, replaced with a curious calm, like he’s wondering if the animal he just hit with his car will get up again.
Kai is at my side a second later, hand latched over Bastian’s wrist.
“Let go of her,” he grates out, not looking at either of us, eyes downcast like he doesn’t trust himself to make eye contact.
“You going to accuse me of something too?” Bastian gives Kai a condescending once-over, clicking his tongue in disapproval. “And after you were such a good boy for me…”
Kai jerks his hands away like Bastian’s skin is lava. “You’ve had your fun with us. Now fuck off and leave us alone.”
Fun?
That’s what he wants to call Bastian raping me?
Wait…us? What’s he talking about?
Amusement flickers across Bastian’s face. “Do you share his sentiments?” he says, only his eyes moving as he glances over at me.
I twist my shoulders out of his grip. “Stay the fuck away from me.” I hesitate when Kai snaps his neck, flicking his hair out of his eyes, and add, “From us.”
Bastian chuckles, sliding his thumbs into his belt loops. “Fine. On one condition.”
“Seriously?” I whisper-shout, right on top of Kai’s annoyed, “Fuck you.”
Bastian exhales happily, a smirk plastered over his mouth as he studies Kai with hooded eyes. “A kiss will do. Unless you want to join me in my office…”
“As if,” Kai scoffs, wrapping his arms over his chest like armor.
Professor Rooke tilts his head, his eyes dropping to Kai’s mouth. “Kiss me right now and I’ll never so much as look in your direction again.” His eyes dart to me. “Either of you.” He smirks at Kai. “No biting, or it doesn’t count.”
Kai rocks back on his heels, head down, shaking as he lets out an uneasy chuckle. “Jesus, you’re a sick fuck.”
“Kai,” I say, voice low. When he just keeps shaking his head, I tap his arm with the back of my hand. “Kai!”
His head darts up. “What, Haven?” he snaps, jaw clenching as he presses his lips closed.
I stare at him, wide-eyed, shaking my head. Can’t he see what Bastian’s doing? This is all just a game to him. Another fucked-up round of Cruel Consequences. Let this bad thing happen to you, or another bad thing will happen to someone else.
“Tick tock, boy,” Bastian murmurs. “Next class will be arriving soon. I’m guessing here, but I’m pretty sure you don’t want an audience—?”
I step between them.
Try to, anyway. They’re both so tall, they just keep staring daggers at each other over the top of my head.
“One kiss and it’s over?” I say, voice already thick with regret.
Bastian glances down at me, but his eyes quickly return to Kai. “From him.”
I thump my fist into his chest. “We’re not playing this game with you. Leave us alone, or I’m going to the cops.”
Bastian’s eyes glide down to me, his smirk fading. He ducks his head, like a grown-up reasoning with a kid. “And what will you tell them, sweet girl? That I raped you?”
“You did,” I whisper furiously.
His eyebrows quirk up. “Prove it.”
I swallow hard. “I’m sure there’s still…evidence.”
A phantom smile plays on his mouth as he slowly folds his fingers over my wrist, keeping my hand on his chest. “Evidence?”
Behind me, Kai lets out an agonized sound.
Asshole.
“Inside,” I say through clenched teeth.
“Of course there is.” His eyes flick up to Kai as he straightens. “We fucked you full of cum on Friday night.”
“No, but—”
“Jesus Christ, do you ever shut up, Rooke?” Kai tries to shoulder me aside, but Bastian’s still holding onto my wrist. I end up sandwiched between them as Kai grabs the back of Bastian’s neck and hauls him in.
I have a front-row seat to my professor’s lurid smile, to Kai’s loathing glare, and the vengeful, angry kiss Kai plants on Bastian’s mouth.
Every nerve ending in my body lights up, but their lips have barely touched before Kai jerks away.
“There, you fucking psycho,” he mutters angrily.
“That’s not a kiss, boy,” Bastian scoffs. “This is a kiss.”
Kai’s body was already crushing me against Bastian’s, and when my professor grabs a fistful of Kai’s hair, I’m pinned even closer.
Close enough for their heat to bombard me.
Close enough to hear Bastian groaning into their kiss.
To hear the angry sound Kai makes in return.
To feel both their dicks grinding into me as they harden.
What. The. Fu—?
The door opens behind us, noise from the hallway spilling into the empty lecture hall.
Kai shoves Bastian away, growling at our professor as he grabs my shoulders and hauls me aside.
“Enough,” he rumbles, pointing a shaking finger at Bastian. “Fucking enough.”
Bastian turns away, laughing like Kai just told the funniest joke he’s ever heard. “I couldn’t agree more,” he says, loud enough that the girl in the pink jumpsuit entering the class can hear him.
The moment Pink Jumpsuit spots Bastian, she detours straight to him. “Professor Rooke! Can I speak to you? Just need a minute, I promise.”
An annoyed grimace flashes over his mouth, but a smile replaces it so quickly, I might have imagined it. Pink Jumpsuit probably thinks the same.
“Fuck, Haven, come on.” Kai’s hand closes around my upper arm, pulling me into the hallway.
I’m still too stunned to resist.
I don’t know what the hell happened back there, but one thing’s for sure.
This isn’t over.
Not by a long shot.
When Bastian glances over at us and flashes me a cold, hard smile, it’s obvious we walked right into his trap.