Page 148 of Forbidden Lessons

But my dignity?

Non-existent.

They’ll just shove all my stuff back in that Land Rover and send me packing.

No one needs my kind of drama in their lives.

My gaze darts back to Kai. He’s staring at me, eyes heavy-lidded, a bemused smile on his mouth, like he can’t believe I’m not kicking up a fuss.

I guess he’s come to the only conclusion there is.

Iwantthis.

Because I’ve come to the only conclusion there is.

If I want Kai, then this is only way I’ll get him.

Silently, quietly, so fucking carefully, he takes his hand off my mouth. Waiting to see if I’ll scream.

But I don’t.

So he slides a hand between our bodies. When I tense, he purses his lips like he’s telling me to hush. The knife presses just that much harder against my throat.

Gonna take a lot of makeup to cover that mark.

Melissa’s phone beeps, and my entire body jolts in surprise. She sighs, her bunny slippers flopping over the carpet, her bed letting out a little squeak as she falls down on it.

“What?” she snaps. “Yes, dipshit, I got your messages. All hundred-and-nine of them.”

I squirm as Kai’s hand reaches the hem of my underwear. There’s barely any light down here. Just enough for me to make out the vague contours of his face. A gleam in his eyes. And how he slowly shakes his head.

Fuck him.

I shove my hand between us, capturing his wrist. Trying to stop the descent of his fingers.

“This is harassment,” Melissa says.

I one-hundred percent agree. My nails bite into Kai’s wrists hard enough to make him hiss.

Melissa’s bunny slippers slap down beside the bed. “Haven?”

Maybe Kai doesn’t care if he’s discovered anymore. Why else would he drag his hand down between my legs and push aside my underwear so he can slip a finger inside me when it’s obvious Melissa heard us.

Her bunny slippers flip flop their way to the door.

Kai uses the noise as cover to put his head next to mine and whisper, “Why is your little cum bucket so wet, Heavenly? This slutty pussy can’t wait to get fucked again, can it?”

“Stop, Kai. Please, stop.”

His reply is a soft, menacing chuckle in my ear as he slowly pumps his finger in and out of me.

“Keep messaging me like this, and I’m going to the dean,” Melissa says, closing the bedroom door before storming back across the floor. “I mean it.”

Her bed complains as she throws herself on it again. “Of course I don’t miss you. You’re a fucking freak. And not in a good way. Yes, there’s a good way.”

I’m still holding onto his wrist, but it’s not doing anything to stop him. So I reach up and grab the hand holding the knife.

Kai freezes like someone hit him with liquid nitrogen. Then he lets out the smallest, softest little sound I’ve ever heard anyone make. He takes his finger out of me and seizes my wrist.

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