Page 187 of Lessons in Cruelty

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.

What should I bring?

@lee.haven

Your appetite.

Jesus, girl.

I laugh, my head pushing back into the pillow as cum pumps up my shaft and into my trembling hand.

“Fuuuck,” I groan, mentally grasping onto every wave of pleasure pulsating through my lower body.

Her name is on my tongue, but I bite it back.

Can’t lose myself to her just yet. Not until she’s so deep in my web she couldn’t escape even if she wanted to.

And she won’t want to.