“Yes or no, Haven!”
“Yes. Maybe. I don’t?—“
Kai seems pissed that I can’t give him a straight answer, but what the fuck, I don’t know. I’m reeling—mentally, physically, everything. The world is turning inside out, and I’m not even sure if any of this is real or a dream.
Snarling, Kai reaches past us and grabs at the ties binding me to the headboard, setting me loose. My arms flop down, and I clench my hand furiously as they tingle, blood finally flowing back into them after so long.
Kai tugs at the hoodie still bundled under my arms. “Take it off.”
Bastian is watching us both, eyes hooded, gaze flickering from me to Kai as a strange smile tugs on his lip.
I pull the hoodie over my head, pausing to untangle my collar’s chain. Then smoothing down my hair, sliding my hands over my breasts. They’ve been bare for ages, but the way Kai looks at me, it feels like he’s stripping off my skin.
Kai tips his head to the side, glancing at Bastian.
“Do you want him to fuck you?”
I shake my head, lips trembling as I try to figure out what the hell I want, what Kai wants.
Bastian reaches up, stroking his knuckle down the side of Kai’s face. “Quiet, boy. You’re confusing her.”
Kai stares at him with clenched teeth, flicking his head again, like his mind is as fucked as mine.
Then he surges forward and grabs my chain, twists it quick and brutal around his fist. He drags me up to my knees, turning me to face Bastian.
No one needs a command.
Bastian turns his head, our eyes locking, and he scans my face with a ravenous, sultry look in his brown eyes.
“Hm…” Bastian traces a line down my shoulder with the back of his hand, and then cups my tit, tweaking my nipple between thumb and finger. “Been thinking about this since the day you walking into my classroom.” His eyes cut to Kai. “Or should I say, stumbled?”
Kai scoffs, a sneer pulling at his mouth. “Then fucking do it.”
Bastian’s hands slide around my back and waist, dragging me right up against him, roughly, powerfully.
I wince as his fingers press against the cut from Kai’s knife. He tilts his head, looking down at the barely scabbed-over wound, then to my bruised tit where Kai bit me.
“Kai loves leaving marks on you, doesn’t he?” he murmurs, applying pressure to the wounds until I hiss.
“Scared you’ll get blood all over your nice white sheets?” I ask quietly.
Bastian laughs as he dives in for a brutal kiss. It’s nothing like Kai’s—filled with anger and spite and a desperate need. My professor overpowers me.
I can’t even kiss him back because he just takes, and takes, and takes.
I’m whimpering at the savage pressure, the way his lips devour mine like he wants to extinguish my soul. And that’s before his tongue forces its way into my mouth.
I feel so fucking exposed, so ashamed as my body responds to him. But it’s like trying to fight back molten lava.
He lowers his hips, and his cock slides between my legs, rubbing against the length of my pussy as he towers over me.
Then Kai’s tugging at my collar, tearing our lips apart, and my back is against Bastian. Kai grabs the back of my neck, holding me in place as he kisses me.
I moan, arching against him, and we lose ourselves in the moment, arms twined around each other, bodies flush.
When I moan again, it’s because there’s a hand between my legs, and it’s not Kai’s. I pant into our kiss as Bastian strokes my clit.
Then Bastian’s other hand is between us, and he’s hunting for Kai’s cock. Finds it. Drags it up between us. Starts stroking it, and I can feel his fingers and Kai’s shaft against my pussy.
