Page 143 of Broken by my Bully
Being tinted, I can’t see inside them.
Doesn’t mean I can’t imagine what’s on the other side.
I should be a hell of a lot more worried about the fact that Haven’s in my shower right now. That she’s naked and wet, and thatthere’s nothing stopping me from walking in right now and fucking her against the shower wall.
Nothing stopping me from wrapping my hand around that bruised throat while I make her take every inch.
Nothing stopping me from making good on last night’s threat and fucking her so hard and deep I’ll ruin her for every fumbling boy who comes after.
Except, the laws of polite society have made it abundantly clear that anything approaching a relationship between me and my student would bring down a world of scorn and academic retribution.
I can’t fuck this up again.
Coke makes me reckless. Makes me want things I shouldn’t. Like my student bent over my kitchen counter, begging and panting and screaming as I?—
No.
This is what happens when I use.
I stop seeing boundaries.
Stop caring about consequences.
Agony Hollow is the perfect place for me to lie low. But it won’t be if I draw any more attention to myself than I already have.
So, yes, I could strip off my clothes and step into that shower with my nineteen-year-old student. She wouldn’t stop me. No one can stop me.
…what the fuck are you doing?…
Except me.
And this time, I will.
My eyes focus on the glass instead of trying to peer through. There’s a dark smear on the window, and when my gaze trails down, it latches onto the heap of feathers and maggots below.
Fuck.
How long has that tiny carcass been out here, breeding flies?
This is what happens when I start doing coke—I stop payingattention.
I get sloppy. I fuck up.
And I’m always left with casualties.
Haven’s going to be next if I’m not careful.
Just another broken bird with a broken neck thinking it was free, that the reflection in the window was the sky.
Haven
My back thuds into the wall beside the front door of Bastian’s house.
“I ate too much,” I whine, hand on my belly like I’m waiting to feel my food baby kick.
“No one was force feeding you.”
“Still your fault. You shouldn’t have made the food taste so good.”
