“And who’s going to hear you?”
When she realizes I’ve got her beat, she changes tactics. “I don’t have time for this. I’ve got somewhere to be.”
She charges toward the door with a pained limp, wincing.
I catch her in two steps, grabbing her arm, spinning her back around. She sidesteps me, again aims for the door, only stopping when I slide between her and the exit.
She hurriedly retreats, stopping when her back hits the wall.
Her breath hitches audibly when I step closer. Could just be the light in here, but her skin seems a shade or two paler than before…and her cheeks a touch rosier.
“Leave me the hell alone!” Whatever boldness she found in Kai’s arms is beginning to dissolve, her voice shaking.
“Still pretending you don’t want me? That’s cute,” I murmur as I draw closer to her.
She’s trapped between a closet and a desk, her back to the wall. Her eyes dart to the door, then back to me, as if she’s trying to figure out if she can escape without being caught.
Try, Haven.
I implore you, sweet girl,try.
A flash of anger lights up her blue eyes. “You think I’ve forgotten what you did to me?” she says, mouth tightening.
I tilt my head, and she cringes back like I’m threatening her with physical violence. “Sweet girl, you coated every inch of my cock with blood and cum. I’mneverforgetting that.”
“You forced me to—to...you know.” There’s anger in her eyes, but a tremble in her fingers as she scrapes her hair away from her neck like it’s too warm against her skin.
I press my palm against the wallpaper beside her head, chuckling down at her as I lean in.”You were grinding me like you wanted to fuse with me, Haven.”
She scowls up at me, shaking her head. “I hate you.”
I tuck a strip of wavy hair behind her ear, relishing the way she shies from my touch.
“Hate me all you want,” I murmur. “Your pussy worships me, and you know it.”
Her chest hitches, and she visibly forces her eyes away from mine again. Takes a big breath, like she’s steeling herself.
“You touch me like that again, and I’ll report you,” she whispers, her voice gradually picking up strength.
“What are you going to tell them, girl? How wet you were for your professor while he had you shaking and crying for his cock? You think they’ll call you a victim, or a filthy little slut who couldn’t get enough?”
She clears her throat and tilts her head away from my touch. “Then I’ll tell Kai.”
“You mean he’s finally decided whether he wants to fuck you or kill you?”
“We’re working through our shit,” she snaps defensively.
“Aw.” I trail my knuckle down her cheek, waiting for her to pull away. But her only reaction is a slight flutter of her eyelashes. “How idealistic, thinking he can change.”
There it is. Incredulity, quickly blanketed by anger.
She might think she knows better than I do, but it won’t be long before she realizes I’m right.
Kai is a tornado. This calm spell isn’t himchangingfor her. Isn’t themworking throughtheir issues.
It’s the eye of the storm.
Her voice is hoarse when she speaks again.
