33. Bastian #2
“How?” Haven asks, turning to Kai. “Literally, how?” Only those iridescent blue eyes move to glance my way. “We can’t trust a thing he says. Everything he does or gives us always has a price tag attached. So how, Kai? Because I can’t think of a single thing—“
“I’ll do anything.”
The words come out before I can filter them.
Christ, I sound so fucking pathetic and needy it makes me sick. But it’s what they need, and for once, I’m willing to put up with my own discomfort.
“Whatever it takes,” I continue, leaning forward. “Whatever you need me to do so you’ll believe me again. Believe in me. Name it, and I’ll do it.”
Haven and Kai exchange another meaningful look, making me ache to be part of their silent conversation.
Kai turns to me, a glint in his green eyes as he picks up his wineglass. “Anything, Professor?” His voice is low and rough.
“Anything,” I repeat emphatically, even though my voice shakes. I mimic him, picking up my wineglass. He drains his, but I can only manage a swallow before setting it down.
I wait for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t. Just watches me with an unreadable expression, toying with his empty wineglass.
Haven takes a sip from her glass, briefly drawing my gaze. What I see in her eyes is so unexpected I give her a double take.
She’s openly staring at me, lashes lowered, such a sultry heat in her eyes that makes my cock twitch in my pants. Whatever the hell she’s thinking in that beautiful, broken brain of hers…I want in.
“Any ideas?” I murmur.
She shrugs, a diabolical smile tugging at her lips.
“You spent months making us beg. Making us crawl.” Her blue eyes bore into mine. “I think it’s your turn to get on your knees, Professor.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
Kai and I both shift in our seats at the same time. I thankfully manage not to tug at my pants like he does, despite how my cock swells at what she’s suggesting.
What’s left of my pride screams at me to refuse so I can retain some semblance of the control I’ve always clung to.
But control is what drove them away.
“I knew it.” Kai’s smirk is victorious. “We’re just a game to him. Always have been, always will be.”
I hold his gaze for a long moment. Then, without breaking eye contact, I reach for my napkin, dab my mouth, and set it on the edge of the table.
It drops to the floor.
“Excuse me,” I say dryly.
Then I slide under the table, my heart knocking inside my chest.
Christ, the tablecloth is barely long enough to hide me. And I’m way too fucking sober for this shit.
This is the most insane thing I’ve ever done, and I once garroted a man with my shoelace.
But when I see Haven’s neatly pressed together calves and pretty ankles, and Kai’s spread legs in their charcoal slacks, all my anxiety, incredulity, and hesitation shift into surrender.
I shuffle over and place a hand on each of their knees.
Haven’s breath catches, audible even under the table. Kai jerks away from my touch like I pinched him.
“What are you doing?” Haven hisses down to me.
“You asked me to crawl,” I murmur, brushing my lips against her knee as I slide my hand back onto Kai’s thigh. “So I’m crawling.”
Kai fumbles under the table, pushing my hand off his leg. “She didn’t mean—“
“Shh.” I slide my hand higher up his thigh, grabbing his cock through the fabric of his slacks.
I’m rewarded with a stifled groan, and the feel of his dick stiffening under my palm.
When I slide my hand under Haven’s skirt, her hand shoots under the table to catch my wrist. “Bastian, please, there are people—”
“Then you two had better shut the fuck up.”
I nudge open Haven’s legs and press my mouth to the inside of her thigh, feeling her tense at my touch. Her grip on my wrist falters.
“Fuck,” she breathes.
I work my way up Haven’s thigh, my fingers finding the edge of her underwear. She’s already wet—I can feel the heat of her through the thin fabric—and that knowledge sends a bolt of arousal straight to my cock.
“Bastian.” Her voice is strained. “Anyone could come over and—”
“I know, and I don’t care.” I hook my finger under the edge of her underwear and twang it against her skin. “Give Kai your panties, my pretty little slut.”
She hesitates, but when I give Kai’s cock a slow, hard squeeze and he groans and shifts in his seat.
“Do what he says,” he mutters in a tight voice.
Haven can’t seem to wriggle out of her underwear fast enough. I only help her when the lacy fabric catches on the heel of her shoe, then she’s shoving the fabric into Kai’s lap.
When she realizes I’ve got my hand on his crotch, she lets out the most delicious gasp, and strokes the back of my hand.
Her nails dig into that wrist as I grab her hip with my free hand and tug her closer to the edge of her seat so I can shove her leg to the side.
I lean in and drag my tongue along her pussy.
The choked whimper she makes is worth every shred of dignity I’m sacrificing.
“Oh God,” she whispers. “Oh my God.”
I work her with my mouth, slow and deliberate, savoring the taste of her as I massage Kai’s cock through his slacks.
He’s so hard, I’m doubting the tensile strength of his slacks.
“Rooke,” he growls, low and dangerous. “You can’t—“
I squeeze even harder, and his protest dies in his throat.
“Take out your cock, boy,” I murmur against Haven’s cunt.
For a moment, I think he’s going to refuse. Going to shove me away, storm out, make a scene.
Instead, I hear the soft rasp of a zipper.
“Good boy.”
I release Haven just long enough to turn my attention to Kai. His cock springs free, thick and flushed, and I wrap my hand around him without hesitation.
“Jesus fuck,” he hisses through clenched teeth.
“Shh.” I stroke him slowly, thumb circling the head, spreading the precum that’s already leaking from his slit. “You’re going to get us caught.”
“You’re going to—fuuuck—“
I take him into my mouth.
The angle is awkward, my neck craning to reach him, but I don’t care. I hollow my cheeks and suck, tasting bitter salt and Haven’s pussy because is it any surprise they fucked each other before they came here?