Page 100 of Broken by my Bully
Kai ducks forward, his mouth by my ear. There’s a pinch, as if he bit my earlobe, but it’s distant, phantom.
“Hurry up and come, slut,” he hisses. “I don’t think you’ve got a lot of air left in those tiny lungs of yours.”
He’s right, but I don’t give a fuck anymore.
I’m blissed out, strung out, so fucking high on the thought that my one and only, my ever true love, is giving me what I’ve wanted since the moment I laid eyes on him.
That our souls are so entwined that he knows what I need without having to ask.
That he loves me enough to do this for me.
My lower body shakes, the rest of me limp as the last of my air is eaten by my starving lungs.
“Fucking come already.” His voice echoes through a dark and hollow place inside me. I think I smile, but maybe that’s just in my head.
My lower back thumps into the tree as his fingers spur me on. I’m groaning, grunting like a fucking animal, but I don’t hear a sound.
It’s so silent. So quiet. Just the fiery ache and the tingling numbness, spreading, spreading.
God, I’m sofuckingclose.
“Haven, you gotta fucking come.”
Something brushes my asshole. A slick finger, warm and hard.
“Yes.”
But there’s no sound.
I open my eyes, but it’s still dark.
Yes. Do it. Finish me.End this.
“Haven!”
I gasp as air surges into my lungs. I’m on my side, face pressed to the ground. Grass-stained sweatpants. Kai kneeling.
“Look at me?—
…when I use you…
—Haven. Please!”
Another huge, spluttering breath. I tilt my face, gaping up at Kai.
I was so fucking close.
He flinches when I grab his wrist, but does nothing to stop me when I roll onto my back and shove his hand between my legs.
I sound like a chain smoker when I rasp out, “I wasn’t fucking done.”
The shock on Kai’s face sends an invisible whip crack through me.
He rips his hand away, staggers to his feet, throws a look around like he doesn’t have a fucking clue where he is, and then he runs.
He fuckingruns.
It should make me feel so fucking good, so fucking powerful.
