Page 169 of Broken by my Bully
But I guess I don’t have enough wounds to satisfy him, because he cuts me with the knife.
It pierces my skin, just above my rib with a sharp sting.
Then comes the savage, pulsing ache.
There’s a fascinated gleam in his eyes when I scream into his hand. He watches me as he drops his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth. I grasp his hair, trying to pull him away, more concerned with the lips on my tit than the knife tip digging into my side.
He growls as I yank at his hair, his neck taut as I wrench him off me, his lips twisted in a snarl. His chest presses against mine as he breathes, then his gaze slides down to my mouth.
Kai wants to kiss me. I can feel it, just like I can feel how hard he is between my legs.
And I want him to. I want to taste the lingering sweetness of the sucker he’d been working on through the meeting.
Is raspberry still his favorite?
There’s a clatter outside the door.
Melissa! Finally, someone?—
Kai jerks at the sound. I expect him to let me go, but he throws me a brief considering look, grabs me in a tight hug, and rolls us under the bed.
We come to a stop with him on top again, the knife against my throat, his hand so tight over my mouth that I can taste his skin.
It’s dark under here, the bedskirt blocking out most of the light…and us.
There’s only a sliver of visibility, barely enough to see the matching bedskirt on Melissa’s bed.
“…get a new one,” Melissa says as she walks into our room. “Just snapped right off. Haven?”
I stare at the pair of pink bunny slippers a few feet away, my entire body shivering.
All it will take is one good scream.
My gaze darts back to Kai. He’s staring at me, eyes heavy-lidded, a bemused smile on his mouth, like he can’t believe I’m not kicking up a fuss.
I guess he’s come to the only conclusion there is.
Iwantthis.
I didn’t come to Agony Hollow looking for Kai. After that hateful letter he sent me, I tried to contact him. Sent countless letters, none of which he bothered to reply to. Even tried calling him from the phone inside the grocer when the Jordans got listed in the phonebook.
His brother made itreallyfucking clear Kai never,everwanted to speak to me again. Also told me to stop writing, because Kai set every single one of my letters on fire. That his brother would setmeon fire if I dared to contact him again.
That was the day I went to Lookout Point for the first time.
My father and uncle were both so doped up, they didn’t even know I took the car keys. I meant to visit Kai. I knew his address, and it was a random Wednesday afternoon, so I was sure he’d be home. But when I pulled up outside his enormous mansion with its pretty fountain and impossibly large lawn, I felt like the filthiest, poorest piece of trash in all of Riverside.
Despite all of that, I somehow convinced myself to go up to the gate. But before I could press the buzzer, I spotted a shape in one of the upstairs windows, and I froze up.
It was Kai.
He was watching me.
I was close enough to recognize his silhouette, so surely he could see me, too. But he just stood there, watching. Waiting to see what I’d do. If I was brave enough.
…screw being brave. I’ll stick with being a coward…
I got back in the car, drove all the way up the mountain, and pulled off at the rest stop, shaking with anger, fear, betrayal.
