She must be able to feel his weight on the bed, because she draws her legs together again, suddenly shy. Even pulling the hem of her hoodie down to her knees.
As if anything could save her from what’s coming.
Kai grasps her wrists and slowly urges her hands away. When she instead reaches for his head, perhaps to stroke his head or toy with his hair, he rears back, throwing me a frustrated look over his shoulder.
Poor boy.
Still thinks this is about sex, when it’s really about power.
I wouldn’t have thought someone as attractive and outgoing as Kai could be this inexperienced. But maybe it’s because it’s Haven, someone he so vehemently denies having any affection for, and yet is so fiercely protective of.
I’m tempted to let him figure this out on his own…but then, how can I call myself a teacher?
Smiling, I set down my bourbon and leave the bedroom.
Time to give them both a lesson they’ll never forget.
Chapter 10
Kai
I press Haven’s wrists into the mattress. She squirms against the pressure, her mouth pursing, the metal bits on her collar clinking.
“I wanna touch you,” she says. “Let me touch you.”
I bite my lip. I don’t know how long I can keep up this game, but the way it’s fucking turning me on, I’m going to do everything to make it last.
Because if she knew it was me, she’d be screaming. Just like every other time I’ve had her helpless. Just like she should be now.
Shouldn’t she?
Fuck, I’m so confused.
So goddamn horny, and my dick’s just hanging around like it’s a regular Tuesday night. The drugs making everything feel distant, like I’m watching myself destroy her.
Still feels fucking amazing. Just having her this close. Her smell in my nose, even though it’s tainted by Rooke’s body wash?—
I rear back, letting her go. Holding my arm under my nose, sniffing.
Pine needles snapped in two and ground in the dirt.
I’ve smelled this before.
Not on me.
Onher.
This isn’t the first time Heavenly’s been at Rooke’s house. The first time she’s showered here.
How many times has he had her here?
How many times has he done what I’m about to do?
I turn to the opening beside his bedroom wall where he disappeared, and he reappears like magic, a box in his hands. He takes his seat at the foot of the bed again, lifts a finger to his lips, and then takes out a slip of black satin and tosses it onto the bed near Haven’s hip.
It brushes her hand, and she flinches at the touch. “What’s that?” she says through an uneasy laugh, trying to feel the fabric.
I snatch it away, grab her wrists, and bind them together as quickly as I can.
