I look up at him, tipping back my head. Kai is right, he doesn’t even seem hungover.
His dark brown eyes are bright, barely any shadows under them. The stubble on his jaw makes him look rakish, not unkempt. And while he smells like blood and sweat and cum, it’s a faint aroma that’s nearly overpowered by his own scent. There must still be a hint of the drugs in my system, because fuck me, that smell is intoxicating.
He’sintoxicating.
The soft, sumptuous lips that kissed me and trailed over my skin last night curl into a smirk when my gaze lands on them.
Bastian trails his knuckle along the line of my jaw. “Keep looking at me like that, sweet girl, and I’ll lash you to the bed.”
“Just give us her car keys,” Kai snaps behind me.
There’s a snap of tension between us when Bastian’s gaze shifts to Kai.
“Tell you what, boy,” he says with a small smile, his hand sliding around the back of my neck. “Drink that smoothie, and I’ll let you watch me fuck her in the ass.”
My eyes flutter closed as his fingers delve into my hair, sending shivers rippling through my body.
Fuck, that feels good.
Kai’s chair scrapes over the floor.
My eyes fly open, a gasp rattling out of my throat when light glances off the blade of the knife Bastian was using to chop up the fruit.
Kai has it angled against Bastian’s throat, sharp edge nudging the bottom of his jaw.
I blurt out, “What are you?—”
“We’re leaving.” Kai pushes the words through his teeth as he steps a little closer, caging me in between him and Bastian.
I scramble out from under Kai’s corded arm, swiping hair from my face with shaking hands. “Put it down, Kai.” Shit, my voice is shaking just as much. “Please.”
If Professor Rooke is scared, he doesn’t show it. He just keeps looking at Kai with the same dark, hungry stare he had me pinned with just seconds ago.
“I’m not keeping you here against your will,” Bastian says, the corner of his mouth quirking into a smile. “You’re free to leave at any?—“
“Shut your fucking mouth!” Kai barks.
He grabs the stool I’d been sitting on and tosses it to the side. I yelp, barely dodging when it clatters toward me over the floor.
Bastian slowly lifts his hands, palms facing Kai, but there’s still not an ounce of unease on his face. “Night stand drawer.”
Kai’s throat moves as he swallows, but he doesn’t take his eyes off Bastian. “Go, Haven.”
But my feet are frozen in place, my heart knocking so hard in my chest I might break a rib.
“Haven, go!” Kai yells.
“Okay. Okay!” My hands fly up too as I back off. Moisture floods my eyes, panic shooting fierce tingles through my fingers and toes as I turn and run into Bastian’s bedroom.
I try not to look at the blood-streaked sheets on the once pristine white bed where I lost my virginity last night.
Some details are crisp and razor sharp. Others just blurry suggestions. Things that may or may not have happened at all. But when Kai growled, “Mine,” like a savage, and fucked me while I still lying on top of Bastian…
My pussy tingles at the memory of that pain. How good it felt. How they made it hurt even more, and how fucking sublimethatfelt.
They didn’t just take my flower.
They ripped it out of the soil and took turns plucking off the petals, one by one. And I fuckinglovedwatching them fight over who got to destroy me.
