Page 156 of Broken by my Bully
“Actually, I think that’s an excellent suggestion.” Hillary points at Haven with her pen before making a note in her file. “I’ll add it to tomorrow morning’s social media announcement.”
Haven’s eyes flick to Hillary. “Maybe a vet or two could offer a few pro bono consultations.”
Hillary points at her with the back of her glittery blue pen. “I loveit!” She scratches down something in her folder, then snaps it closed so fast I flinch. “Right. Meeting adjourned. Thanks everyone.”
I stay in my seat, glaring at Haven as she stands with the rest of them. She hangs back a moment, throwing the departing students a quick glance, and then leans her hands on the dining table, openly glaring at me.
Why the fuck does my cock twitch when our eyes meet?
“Next time you want to humiliate me, Kai, please try harder. That trailer trash bit is getting fucking old. I’ve been called worse by better.”
I scoff, but there’s heat moving up my neck, and I don’t like it one bit. It feels too much like, what, embarrassment?
Nah.
That’s not it.
It’s fucking need.
I recognize it by the way my fucking cock’s behaving. I open my mouth, but Haven’s not done yet.
“I should be thanking you, actually.” She flips her hair back with a flick of her hand, and stares down her nose at me. “That bullshit about donations gave me the perfect opening. Always tough to break the ice with a new crowd, but you made it so fucking easy.”
She pivots on her heel, popping her hip like she was born on a fucking runway.
“Yeah, well—” I call out after her.
Haven spins back, eyes wide. “Oh, and speaking of donations, should I ask Hillary to add something for you?”
“Me?” I croak.
If my dick wasn’t stealing all the blood that’s supposed to be going to my brain, I might have seen where she was headed. But all I can think about is how fucking hot Haven looks when she’s in full-on dominatrix mode.
Her rosy cheeks, her wild hair, her glittering eyes.
Jesus, how badly I want her to crawl into my lap right now and ride my dick raw.
“Yeah, Kai,” she says sweetly, strolling back to where I’m sitting. “I think you could use a new fucking personality, don’t you? I mean, aren’t you tired of still using the same one from elementary school?”
Fuck me, I like this new Haven.
I like her so much, it’s almost sad to think I’ll have to destroy her.
“Cute,” I chuckle. “But if we’re gonna talk about donations, how about that Land Rover outside? Didn’t know Rooke was such a fucking philanthropist. It was him that got you in here, wasn’t it? That why you’re so high and mighty all of a sudden? ‘Cos you got yourself a Sugar Daddy?”
I lean back, watching her face unravel. She opens her mouth, but like me, words don’t come easily anymore. I leer at her as her mouth squirms and her chest rises and falls with each furious breath.
“Sugar Daddy?” she splutters out, too weakly to get anywhere near indignant. “How original.”
“What else would you call a dirty old man like that?”
Haven leans down, close enough that I can smell her. Something’s changed. She smells…expensive, nothing like the dollar store shampoo she used to use.
“Someone who gives a shit,” she whispers furiously. “And he isn’t old. But I guess when you have the emotional range of a toddler, everyone seems ancient in comparison.”
“At least I’m not spreading my legs for grades.”
“No, you’re just spreading them for daddy’s money.”
