Chapter 65
Bastian
The way Haven flinches when she sees me sets my predatory heart racing. The way her big, blue, beautiful eyes widen has my cock hardening behind my pants.
But it’s the sudden change in her that’s most gratifying. As her shock fades into resignation, her muscles go slack and her breath comes out in a long, quiet sigh.
Physically, she’s outmatched.
Mentally, she never stood a fucking chance.
I’ve backed her into a corner, and now’s the time to find out if she’ll fight, or play dead.
She watches me warily as I step closer, her hands slowly curling into fists.
“Let me out, or I’ll scream.”
“And who’s going to hear you?”
When she realizes I’ve got her beat, she changes tactics. “I don’t have time for this. I’ve got somewhere to be.”
She charges toward the door with a pained limp, wincing.
I catch her in two steps, grabbing her arm, spinning her back around. She sidesteps me, again aims for the door, only stopping when I slide between her and the exit.
She hurriedly retreats, stopping when her back hits the wall.
Her breath hitches audibly when I step closer. Could just be the light in here, but her skin seems a shade or two paler than before…and her cheeks a touch rosier.
“Leave me the hell alone!” Whatever boldness she found in Kai’s arms is beginning to dissolve, her voice shaking.
“Still pretending you don’t want me? That’s cute,” I murmur as I draw closer to her.
She’s trapped between a closet and a desk, her back to the wall. Her eyes dart to the door, then back to me, as if she’s trying to figure out if she can escape without being caught.
Try, Haven.
I implore you, sweet girl, try.
A flash of anger lights up her blue eyes. “You think I’ve forgotten what you did to me?” she says, mouth tightening.
I tilt my head, and she cringes back like I’m threatening her with physical violence. “Sweet girl, you coated every inch of my cock with blood and cum. I’m never forgetting that.”
“You forced me to—to...you know.” There’s anger in her eyes, but a tremble in her fingers as she scrapes her hair away from her neck like it’s too warm against her skin.
I press my palm against the wallpaper beside her head, chuckling down at her as I lean in.”You were grinding me like you wanted to fuse with me, Haven.”
She scowls up at me, shaking her head. “I hate you.”
I tuck a strip of wavy hair behind her ear, relishing the way she shies from my touch.
“Hate me all you want,” I murmur. “Your pussy worships me, and you know it.”
Her chest hitches, and she visibly forces her eyes away from mine again. Takes a big breath, like she’s steeling herself.
“You touch me like that again, and I’ll report you,” she whispers, her voice gradually picking up strength.
“What are you going to tell them, girl? How wet you were for your professor while he had you shaking and crying for his cock? You think they’ll call you a victim, or a filthy little slut who couldn’t get enough?”
She clears her throat and tilts her head away from my touch. “Then I’ll tell Kai.”
“You mean he’s finally decided whether he wants to fuck you or kill you?”
“We’re working through our shit,” she snaps defensively.
“Aw.” I trail my knuckle down her cheek, waiting for her to pull away. But her only reaction is a slight flutter of her eyelashes. “How idealistic, thinking he can change.”
There it is. Incredulity, quickly blanketed by anger.
She might think she knows better than I do, but it won’t be long before she realizes I’m right.
Kai is a tornado. This calm spell isn’t him changing for her. Isn’t them working through their issues.
It’s the eye of the storm.
Her voice is hoarse when she speaks again.
“Look around, Bastian. This is what happens when Kai gets mad. Do you really want him mad at you?”
Her eyes dart to mine, then flicker away, like a dragonfly skimming the surface of a pond.
“He’ll hurt you, you know.”
I let her words flow over me, mostly ignoring them as I trail my fingertip over the shell of her ear. Down the side of her neck. Along one collarbone. Listening as her breath hitches, feeling the warmth of her breath puff against me as she struggles to keep control.
“He might even,” she clears her throat, “he might even try to kill you.”
I can see her staring at me, even though my gaze is fixed on where I’m touching her satin skin. But I ignore her piss-poor attempt at a threat.
“I’ve waited all week for this. Watching you stomp around, pretending you weren’t thinking about my cock every time you laid your pretty eyes on me. I know you want me to fuck you again. I can smell it on you.”
“You’re insane,” she whispers in a rush as my finger glides lower. “You’re fucking insane.”
Her nipples are peaked beneath the silky fabric of Kai’s football jersey, and when I circle one of them, she stutters into silence for a beat, her eyes sliding shut. The instant I drag my thumb over that tight little bud, she snatches hold of my hand, stilling me.
“You’ve been dreaming about it, haven’t you?”
Her breath is coming fast, hot and humid when it hits the front of my throat.
“Wrists pinned, legs spread. Choking your cunt with my cock as you cried your pretty tears for me.”
When I drag my eyes up to hers, her eyelashes flutter.
“Stop. Talking,” she puffs out in panicked little huffs.
Flushed cheeks. Trembling lips. Bright, feverish blue eyes.
Jesus, how the fuck can she think I’ll believe her protests when she’s so obviously aroused?
“You don’t want me to stop. You want my cock so deep inside your cunt, you’ll feel me when you swallow.”
Inhaling a harsh breath through my nose, I slide my hand to the back of her head, forcing it to tilt as I step closer. Her heat coats my front body, makes my already hardening dick strain against my chinos.
“I don’t—I don’t want any of that,” she pleads faintly.
“Oh, sweet girl, but you do. And that’s what scares you, isn’t it? That I make you want things good girls shouldn’t.”
She’s still holding onto me, her arm pressed against her chest. I can feel every rushed breath, every thump of her heart.
“Please. Professor—Bastian—” She’s shaking now, her body’s primal response just to my words filling me with a heavy, heady lust.
“Girl, I fucked you up as bad as the first hit on a meth pipe.” I duck my head, whispering those filthy words into her ear like an incubus. “Now you’re addicted, and I’m gonna feed your habit every. Fucking. Day.”
She makes a tortured sound, turning away from me, but my lips follow her ear.
Ruthless, sinister.
I tighten the hand behind her head until she gasps, holding her in place.
“Fuck,” Haven mutters, her eyes still squeezed shut. The hand holding my wrist tightens until her fingernails are digging into my skin. But when I move my arm, she doesn’t stop me. Those nails just dig in deeper.
I slide my fingers up the outside of her thigh, slipping behind the jersey. Up, and up, until I feel the hem of her underwear.
She turns to me, and Jesus, it takes every ounce of self-control I have not to lift her up against the wall and fuck her right then and there.
Her eyes are heavy-lidded, rapturous.
Lips parted, cheeks stained with red.
But she shakes her head as if she’s still trying to deny her desire. “Please.”
“Fuck, girl, I love it when you beg.” I brush my lips against the side of her jaw, inhaling her scent.
That’s when I realize the scent that’s been haunting me is Kai’s cum.
His cum.
On my girl.
My hand wraps around her throat.
She gasps, but the sound cuts off when I squeeze.
Her panicky pulse thrums under my fingers as I graze my nose over her ear, her cheekbone, her temple.
Wherever I find Kai’s scent on her skin, my tongue darts out and licks her clean. She whimpers and squirms, but her hips are bucking forward too, forcing me to rub her clit through her underwear.
I allow her that, if only so I can clean every trace of Kai from her.
Then it’ll be time to coat her in my smell.
My sweat.
My seed.
“Please,” she mewls, desperately grinding against my fingertips.
“You filthy girl. Acting all innocent while you’re soaking your panties for your professor. Tell me again how much you hate me, Haven.”
“I fucking hate you,” she breathes.
“Then tell me to stop.”
Her voice shudders. “Stop.”
I chuckle. “Say it like you mean it.”
She whimpers, grinding even harder against my hand. “He was there,” she whispers in a rush.
“Where was Kai, sweet girl?” I move my mouth to her ear, my breathing picking up tempo when I slide my finger behind her underwear and touch her warm, slick pussy. “Here? Did he fuck you behind my back?”
She moans when I push two fingers inside her. “Yes, but that’s not…he was here. In this room. When you—“ She cuts off with another reluctant moan as I tease her ear with my teeth.
“Yes, I can see he was here.”
“Tuesday,” she blurts out, bucking hard against my hand. “He watched you rape me.”
I lean back, eyes narrowed as I stare down at her. “What did you say?”
Her lips tremble, drawing my gaze, and she gives them a quick swipe with her tongue. “He saw you.”
“Did he enjoy the show?”
I tilt my head, watching carefully as I finger her soaked pussy. Her eyelids quiver as she tries to keep them open, tries to keep her eyes on me. I feel her pussy clench, her muscles locking up, and pull my fingers out.
She makes an angry sound, grabbing my wrist, trying to keep me inside, but I tug free easily.
When it’s obvious I don’t plan to finish her off, she shoves a hand between her legs to do it for me. I snatch her wrist, slamming her hand into the wall beside her head.
Her chest rises and falls with quick, livid breaths. “You realize you could go to prison?”
I put my fingers in my mouth, smiling as I clean the taste of her from my skin. Her eyelashes flutter as her gaze drops to my lips.
“Kai isn’t exactly a reliable witness,” I tell her. “He wouldn’t last five minutes on the stand.”