Page 181 of Broken by my Bully
Just looking out for your best interests, dearie.
@lee.haven
Call me that again and I’ll block you.
@rooke.bastian
You should.
I’m a bad influence.
I spit in my hand and wrap it around my cock again. My crown is already tingling, pressure building, so I go even slower, edging myself.
Is she still in bed?
She doesn’t have any cute pajamas, so I’m assuming she’s wearing one of those large, stretched out t-shirts she had in her car. The ones I had laundered because they reeked of poverty. And because my sweet girl deserves clean clothes that smell just like mine.
Just that shirt. No underwear. She can barely afford food, let alone extras.
No makeup because she’s naturally fucking perfect.
Hair tousled from sleep. Maybe even Kai’s hands.
I saw how he looked at us yesterday. Ready to rip out my throat. Ready to strangle Haven’s.
My fist tightens on my cock hard enough to hurt.
Fuck.
The thought of those two hate-fucking has me ready to explode.
@lee.haven
As if you’re the only one I was texting at midnight.
Is she trying to make me jealous? Sweet girl, you’re dancing with the fucking devil. And the devil keeps meticulous notes.
Every text. Every word. Every person who thinks they can touch what’s mine. Kai Jordan’s already on that list.
But I play into her hand, and pretend she’s the one jerking me off.
@rooke.bastian
You couldn’t have left the heartbreaking until lunch?
Cruel.
@lee.haven
I’ll take that as a yes.
Meet me at the taco stand on Hollow Way at noon.
Hm. I like it when she tries to throw her weight around. I like it so much I’m seconds away from coming, and fighting it with a clenched jaw. My phone shakes as I type out a quick reply.
@rooke.bastian
Yes, boss.
