Page 520 of Lessons in Cruelty

“Girl, I fucked you up as bad as the first hit on a meth pipe.” I duck my head, whispering those filthy words into her ear like an incubus. “Now you’re addicted, and I’m gonna feed your habit every. Fucking. Day.”

She makes a tortured sound, turning away from me, but my lips follow her ear.

Ruthless, sinister.

I tighten the hand behind her head until she gasps, holding her in place.

“Fuck,” Haven mutters, her eyes still squeezed shut. The hand holding my wrist tightens until her fingernails are digging into my skin. But when I move my arm, she doesn’t stop me. Those nails just dig in deeper.

I slide my fingers up the outside of her thigh, slipping behind the jersey. Up, and up, until I feel the hem of her underwear.

She turns to me, and Jesus, it takes every ounce of self-control I have not to lift her up against the wall and fuck her right then and there.

Her eyes are heavy-lidded, rapturous.

Lips parted, cheeks stained with red.

But she shakes her head as if she’s still trying to deny her desire. “Please.”

“Fuck, girl, I love it when you beg.” I brush my lips against the side of her jaw, inhaling her scent.

That’s when I realize the scent that’s been haunting me is Kai’s cum.

His cum.

On my girl.

My hand wraps around her throat.

She gasps, but the sound cuts off when I squeeze.

Her panicky pulse thrums under my fingers as I graze my nose over her ear, her cheekbone, her temple.

Wherever I find Kai’s scent on her skin, my tongue darts out and licks her clean. She whimpers and squirms, but her hips are bucking forward too, forcing me to rub her clit through her underwear.

I allow her that, if only so I can clean every trace of Kai from her.

Then it’ll be time to coat her in my smell.

My sweat.

My seed.

“Please,” she mewls, desperately grinding against my fingertips.

“You filthy girl. Acting all innocent while you’re soaking your panties for your professor. Tell me again how much you hate me, Haven.”

“I fucking hate you,” she breathes.

“Then tell me to stop.”

Her voice shudders. “Stop.”

I chuckle. “Say it like you mean it.”

She whimpers, grinding even harder against my hand. “He was there,” she whispers in a rush.

“Where was Kai, sweet girl?” I move my mouth to her ear, my breathing picking up tempo when I slide my finger behind her underwear and touch her warm, slick pussy. “Here? Did he fuck you behind my back?”