Page 484 of Lessons in Cruelty

“Please, what?”

I suck in a breath, as much to steel myself as to get air into my lungs.

There’s no way he’s a fucking virgin. He’d need experience to touch me this masterfully…right?

Would he, though?

After all, I spent years teaching Kai how to hurt me just right.

Doesn’t mean he gets a free pass. If anything, that just means he’ll have to work even harder for his prize.

“Please…” I groan. “Please…tell me when you put your dick in, because I doubt I’ll feel it.”

Kai pauses.

I swear I feel his lungs filling with air.

Then he slowly leans back, staring down as if he can see between my legs.

He can’t, though. It’s too dark, and my skirt’s in the way.

When our eyes lock, a shudder slams through my body that’s got nothing to do with the cold.

His fingertips glide over my wet pussy. “It’s not my dick I’m gonna put inside you,” he says.

The ice pick’s handle slides inside me so suddenly, a gasp rattles out of my throat.

Kai darts forward, his lips crushing mine. How that touch can be more shocking than the way he’s violating my pussy, I don’t know. Maybe because of how I respond.

I don’t push him away.

I don’t stop him.

I spread my legs, and pant, “Harder,” into our kiss.

He complies—not just with the ice pick, but with his lips, too. I kiss him back just as forcefully until I taste blood.

I moan when he keeps the handle buried deep and uses his thumb to tease my clit, my hips angling into his touch so he can hit that bundle of nerves just right.

His hand shakes as he tries to keep to a rhythm without fumbling the ice pick. He’s making this up as he goes, using my reactions as his guide.

And I’m teaching him how to hurt me all over again.

He breaks off our kiss, moving his mouth to my ear, whispering, “You like that?”

It’s the first time I’ve ever heard him speak to me like that. Not cruel. Not taunting. He acts like he’s genuinely curious, even surprised, that I haven’t tried to struggle out of his grip.

“Yes,” I whisper back. “Fuck yes.”

We side-eye each other with our faces pressed together, Kai panting as loudly as I’m moaning.

“Wish it was my cock?”

“Yeah,” I moan.

“Wish it was Rooke’s cock?”

“Mm—” I try to stop talking, but there’s that same curious glint in his slitted eyes as he fucks me even harder with the ice pick. “Yes. But only if you’re watching.”