Page 171 of Broken by my Bully
Her bunny slippers flip-flop their way to the door.
Kai uses the noise as cover to put his head next to mine and whisper, “Why is your little cum bucket so wet, Heavenly? This slutty pussy can’t wait to get fucked again, can it?”
“Stop, Kai,” I whisper. “Please, stop.”
His reply is a soft, menacing chuckle in my ear as he slowly pumps his finger in and out ofme.
“Keep messaging me like this, and I’m going to the dean,” Melissa says, closing the bedroom door before storming back across the floor. “I mean it.”
Her bed complains loudly as she throws herself on it again.
“Of course I don’t miss you. You’re a fucking freak. And not in a good way. Yes, there’s a good way.”
I’m still holding onto Kai’s wrist, but it’s not doing anything to stop him. So I reach up and grab the hand holding the knife.
He freezes like someone hit him with liquid nitrogen. Then he lets out the smallest, softest little sound I’ve ever heard anyone make. He takes his finger out of me and seizes my wrist.
Now we’ve both got a hold of the knife, our arms shaking as we try to get it out of each other’s grip.
And my fucking throat is like a quarter inch away.
“P-Please,” I pant quietly. “Stop.”
Melissa laughs. “That thing you used to do? That was fucked up.” She laughs again, and Kai takes one hand off the knife.
I guess my new roommate doesn’t hear the rasp of his zipper over her own laughing.
I do.
I hear it. Ifeelit.
With my underwear back in place, I can feel how wet the fabric is. It says a lot that this is how turned on I get when a guy just lies on top of me for a while.
But it’s not just any guy.
It’s Kai.
And ever since my body knew what lust was, it switches on around him like a fucking lightbulb.
I inch the knife away from my throat while he’s busy dragging his cock out of his jeans. But he presses the blade right back again as soon as he’s free, letting that hard dick slap down on my belly with the finality of a guillotine.
“You keep forgetting who you belong to,” he murmurs into my ear, the tip of the blade scraping over my skin hard enough to makegoosebumps break out over my body. “Maybe I should carve my name somewhere you’ll see it every day.”
“Do it,” I whisper furiously. “Sure the cops wouldlovethat you signed your crime scene.”
He chuckles quietly, because he knows I’ll never go to the cops. Riversiders hate pigs almost as much as tax collectors.
“I don’t want to try again,” Melissa says quietly. “I’ve moved on. You should, too. Not as if you liked me, anyway.”
It’s useless fighting over the knife because Kai has more strength in one arm than I have in two.
Same can’t be said for his dick.
The sound he makes when I grab it will live rent free in my head for all eternity. A quiet, pained groan vibrating against my ribs. Like I’m sinking his knife hilt-deep into his gut.
His hand wraps around mine.
Warm. Strong. Trembling.
