Page 163 of Broken by my Bully
Before shit got so fuckingcomplicated.
And for just a second, his moss-green eyes reflect the same desperation. He scans my face, his smirk fading as his mouth slowly tilts down. His hand tightens on the strap of the duffle, his muscles trembling.
“Did he fuck you?” he growls.
I jerk my hand away. Those words slam into me so hard, he might as well have kicked me. “That’s none of your fucking business!”
His eyes flicker over my face again, and that smirk pulls at his lips. “That’s what I thought.”
He slings one of the duffel bags over his shoulder and grabs me with his free hand.
“Kai!” I gasp, but he’s already dragging me up the stairs.
Kai
Haven only struggles when we get to the first-floor landing. By then, there’s a fire burning inside me, and only one way to extinguish it. If she’d bolted out the front door, I’d have chased her down anyway.
I need tohurtsomething.
Haven tugs at her bags one more time, then yanks her arm free. I love how her eyes go round in surprise, like she didn’t think she had the strength.
She doesn’t.
Ilether go.
That way, she’ll lead me right where I want to go.
She turns and sprints down the hall, and I follow, duffel bags and all. By the time she reaches the door at the end of the hallway, I’m on her heels.
Haven grabs the door jamb and swings around, crashing into the wall. As I rush past her into the room, I glimpse her grabbing the door handle and slamming the door closed to trap me inside the room.
Cute.
But I’m too fast and too strong. Too fuckinghungryfor this.
I drop her bags, grab the door, and haul it open, dragging her back inside the room before she can let go of the handle.
She whirls around, trying to run out. Her breath hitches in her throat in sheer panic, and I can sense the scream building inside her as I latch onto her hair.
I tug her down so hard she falls on her back with a grunt of pain.
She rolls onto her side and throws me a pleading look as I slowly reach behind me and push the door shut with my fingertips.
Her mouth opens for a scream.
I’m beside her on the floor in an instant, hands locked around her throat to stifle the sound.
Haven grips my wrists, clawing desperately, leaving furrows in my skin. Then she goes for my eyes, but I lean back far enough so she can’t reach me, savoring the way her body arches beneath me.
“If you’re quiet, I’ll let you breathe,” I murmur.
The muscles under my fingers tense. Her pulse bumps against my palms, fast as a hummingbird’s wings. She’s back to clawing at my wrists, then trying to peel my fingers away from her throat.
“Or I could just keep holding on, Haven. I’m ready this time. Ready to send you straight to heaven.”
I squeeze harder, and a convulsion jerks through her body. Her gaze darts frantically around the room as if she’s looking for help, a weapon, an escape route.
“Blink twice if you want to breathe,” I tell her.
