Page 176 of Lessons in Cruelty

Melissa’s phone beeps, and my entire body jolts in surprise. She sighs, bunny slippers flopping over the carpet, her bed letting out a little squeak as she falls down on it.

“What?” she snaps into the phone. “Yes, you fucking simp, I got your messages. All hundred-and-nine of them.”

I squirm as Kai’s hand reaches the edge of my underwear. There’s barely enough light down here for me to make out the vague contours of his face. A gleam in his eyes. And how he slowly shakes his head.

Fuck him.

I shove my hand between us, capturing his wrist. Trying to stop his fingers.

“This is harassment,” Melissa says.

I one-hundred percent agree. My nails bite into Kai’s wrists hard enough to make him hiss.

Melissa’s bunny slippers slap down beside the bed. “Haven?”

Maybe Kai doesn’t care if he’s discovered anymore. Why else would he drag his hand down between my legs and push aside my underwear so he can slip a finger inside me when it’s obvious Melissa heard us?

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 of me.

“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. I feel it.

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.