“Just stop. Please,” Haven says. The headboard thumps against the wall as she yanks at her hands. “I’ve had enough. We’ve all had enough.”
I reach down, slip my hand over Haven’s throat. “Quiet, girl. We’ll let you know when you can speak.”
Haven coughs.
The headboard bangs. Her little collar rattles.
Kai presses harder on my throat, adding his other hand. But he doesn’t know the first thing about what strength truly is. I seize his throat too, much harder, and the shock in his eyes makes my cock bounce in anticipation as blood surges into it.
He lets go of me, grabbing my wrist, trying to pull me away. Shock is swiftly replaced by panic. Then fear.
But his eyes keep going to Haven.
So not fear for himself.
That I’m going to hurt this girl he claims he doesn’t love, and he won’t be able to stop me.
“We’re not done until I say we’re done.”
I lean closer to him, studying him from a few inches away. He could have gone for my eyes, tried to claw them out. My testes, tried to wrench them out. But if he’d been willing to do any of those, he’d have been just as willing to stop this before it started.
The Corruption of Haven Lee.
Starring Bastian Rooke and Kai Jordan.
When I laugh, the fear in his eyes becomes terror.
“Keep swallowing like that, boy, and I’ll be forced to feed you my cock.”
He yanks my arm so hard that I lose my grip, leaving marks on his neck, and then he’s falling over backward on the bed, onto the floor, scrambling up.
Haven gasps when my hand falls away from her throat, because I’m laughing too hard to keep my grip on her, either.
I sit back on my heel, wiping my eyes, blowing a breath through pursed lips, gathering myself as Kai cowers against the bathroom’s sliding door.
Everything is more intense on MDMA.
Especially fear.
I reach over to my nightstand, pull out my Beretta.
Kai bleats out a string of frantic “no’s”, but honestly, this train left the fucking station hours ago and I’m pissed that I’m not at my goddamn stop yet.
I slide the bullet from my pants pocket into the Beretta’s chamber, turn off the safety, and look at Kai as I aim the gun at Haven’s head.
He freezes, hands flat on the door behind him.
“Come here, Kai.”
When he doesn’t move, I touch the gun against Haven’s temple. She freezes, lips shuddering as she blubbers out an almost reverential, “Please.”
I’m not sure if she’s asking me to pull the trigger or put away the gun.
I trail it down her body instead, so enjoying the way she squirms without trying to move, how her legs clamp together when I push the muzzle into the slick apex above her thighs.
“Stop.” Kai comes back, hand outstretched. “Stop, stop, stop.” His voice is barely a whisper. “Please, just fucking stop.”
I point the gun at him, and he flinches like he fully expects me to blow his fucking brains out. Then I take my leather bag out of my nightstand and toss it over to him.
