Page 43 of Broken by my Bully
Her throat moves. “Please let me go,” she murmurs without a trace of emotion.
I pinch harder.
Her eyes squeeze shut. “Please.”
All she wanted to do was get away from me. But then she came back…except, it wasn’t for me, was it?
That fucking pisses meoff.
I might have left Riverside when we were kids, but I wasalwaysthere for her. Right up to the point where she made it clear she’d been using me, that she had no problem crumpling me up and tossing me like a paper napkin.
Being with Haven is like pouring water down a drain. You just keep giving more and more of yourself…but it never fills up. You’re left with nothing to show for your effort.
It’s time she paid me back.
She flinches when I knock off her cap, but her eyes stay shut until I grab her small ponytail and start pushing her head down.
Startled blue eyes pop open.
I press my thumb against her bottom lip, tugging down hard, pulling her jaw open.
“See that cock down there?” I grate out, glancing down at the bulge beneath my sweatpants. “You’re gonna suck it until I’m convinced you’re not lying.”
Anger fills her eyes. “Fuck you, Kai!”
I grab her and shove her under the table. She cries out when something—an arm, a leg—hits the edge of the wood, and immediately tries to scramble out from under it.
I slam my sneaker into the central table leg, and she runs into it. She turns and tries to go the other way, but I stick my leg out on that side too. When she ducks to go under, I grab her hair and wrench her back.
There’s just enough space between the bench and the table for a small sliver of light to hit her face as I arch her neck back so she’ll look at me.
Both her hands go to her hair, Haven wincing as she tries to untangle my fingers. She stops when I shove my hand down the front of my sweatpants and drag out my cock.
Shock, then horror, crawls onto her face.
“No,” she whispers.
Her eyes fly up to mine like she’s trying to find evidencethat this is just some silly joke, that I’m going to laugh and push her away and tell her to ‘shove off’ like I did when I was a kid.
I couldn’t, even if I tried.
As soon as she looked at my cock, I wanted her lips wrapped around it.
There’s confusion on her face, like she’s trying to convince me she doesn’t know how sucking dick works.
“You hit your head so hard last night, you forget how this works, Heavenly? Open your mouth and swallow me down your throat.”
She resists when I push her head closer to my lap, her eyes darting from my face to my cock like she can’t decide which is more fear-inspiring.
“Don’t do this,” she begs quietly.
“You did this to yourself.” I stroke my cock with one hand, doing it slow and hard because just the thought of what’s about to happen has already got me ready to fucking blow.
“I warned you, and you wouldn’t listen.”
Her mouth opens for another pointless protest, and I use that wet hole to my advantage.
I hiss when her warm lips touch my cock and then flash a smile when she makes a face at the taste of the precum coating my crown.
