Page 14 of Broken by my Bully
If she’s trying to blend in, she’s failing miserably. Around here, students wear designer threads like armor. Even the Steve Jobs types with their discreet, monotonous outfits are kitted out in Burberry or Gucci.
Haven’s an eyesore in her cheap, stained?—
Jesus Christ…she’s not even wearing a bra.
My cock twitches like the traitor it is. Even disheveled andpathetic, she still makes me hard. Makes me want to pin her against Rooke’s desk and show her exactly what she threw away.
She glances nervously at me when I let out a bemused chuckle, her blue eyes widening until I can see the dark rings around her irises. Seems to be the only thing about her that hasn’t changed, those haunted blue eyes.
I used to love making them sparkle.
Now they’re underlined with dark smudges.
I clear my throat. “Professor?” I stab my thumb toward the door when his brown eyes lock onto me. I don’t want to risk hanging around for a lecture about my duties as a T.A.
“Yes, you may leave, Mr. Jordan.” He glances at me, then Haven, and for just a split second, something smug flashes over his face, like he won a bet with himself and gets to buy himself a drink to celebrate.
“Both of you.”
I throw Rooke a two-fingered salute and get the fuck out of his classroom, turning at the last minute so I can slam the door open with my back. Rooke is busy putting his laptop into his satchel, eyes on his task, but Haven’s staring after me with dread etched deep on her face.
I blow a big fucking kiss her way, grinning at the shiver that ripples through her.
I’ve spent ages imagining what I’d do when I saw her again.
It all went flying out the window when we met outside in the hallway, of course. Never meant to choke her out in the open where anyone could see. Didn’t plan on getting hard when that fear—then that dark delight—flooded her eyes.
Seeing her standing there, already looking so fucking lost and broken, it’s not enough.
Nothing will ever be enough.
I don’t just want to hurt her. I want to crawl inside her head and rearrange all the shit inside so she can’t tell the difference between love and hate, pleasure and pain.
I need tobreak her.
Toownher. Completely.
To have her want me so desperately, that she’ll gladly accept whatever scraps of attention I send her way.
And then thank meon her fucking kneesfor the privilege of breathing the same air as me.
Haven Lee destroyed me when she left.
Time to return the favor.
Unlike her, I’m going to take my sweet fucking time.
Haven
“Hey, you’re holding up the queue.”
I jerk out of my thoughts, glancing at the guy behind me. He rolls his eyes at me, and I snap my attention back to the cashier. The bored-looking girl glances down at my bottle of orange soda and then back at me.
“That all?” she drones.
“Uh, yeah, thanks.” I smooth out the rumpled bill I found in my jeans before handing it to her.
The food in the cafeteria smells fucking delicious. It looks even better. I walked past lasagna, pizza slices, mac ’n cheese, health rolls overflowing with lettuce and tomatoes. But despite my growling stomach, this crumbled bill is all I have on me at the moment. I can’t even afford the peanut butter cups I was ogling on the shelves of candy near the register.
