Page 228 of Forbidden Lessons

If I could speak, I’d have told him to let her scream.

But he’s in control.

For now.

I’m interested to see how he performs for me.

Haven struggles when he drags her body back to the middle of the bed, but he’s strong enough to push her down. Strong enough to force open her legs almost as wide as mine where I sit my armchair like a king surveying his peasants.

He shoves his hand between Haven’s legs, and she yells through her gag as he fingers her. Rough, hard. But she keeps twisting away, her legs snapping closed as she fights him off.

I set my glass down on the carpet and stand, sliding my hands onto the bed a moment before my knees follow.

When Kai sees me, he stops, throwing me a harried look, pulling his fingers out of her.

Haven lets out a relieved huff, her body relaxing, head lolling to the side. I can’t tell if she’s crying or just flustered, her nostrils flaring, her teeth white as she bites down on the corded fabric in her mouth.

She could have spat it out by now.

Maybe she knows she’ll need it, when the real pain comes.

Her scream could only mean she knows Kai is truly here, that she didn’t dream him up. But that doesn’t mean our game has to end.

Makes it that much more fun.

I slide my hands up her legs, my fingers dimpling her flesh when I grab her thighs and shove them apart.

Haven flinches, whimpers, tries to kick.

But then Kai grabs her thigh just below my hand, pressing her leg down into the mattress. I slide closer on my knees, my eyes on Haven as she throws her hips side to side, but keeping Kai in my peripheral view, watching him as much as I watch her.

He’s stroking his dick through his sweatpants like an afterthought, but he seems far from hard.

Shit out of luck, boy.

You sold your heart—and dick—to Molly tonight.

With him holding down her one leg, it frees up one of my hands to show him how it’s done. But first, we have to get rid of that fucking hoodie. I gather the hem and shove it up her belly, over her breasts, until it’s gathered over her collarbones.

Exposing all of her to us.

When I glance up at Kai, he’s biting down on his lip, the flat of his hand rubbing harder over his limp dick. He looks so fucking mournful, I almost feel pity for him.

If I was capable of expressing emotions like that.

But I’m not.

Not anymore.

Maybe not ever.

No, my brain is hot-wired for pleasure. Because what do you crave more than anything in the world? Something you’ve never had. Something you can’t seem to experience. Something that’s as forbidden and taboo as what we’re doing right here, right now.

My fingertips skate down Haven’s fluttering stomach.

Both me and Kai watch as I drag a knuckle between her legs, dipping into her just enough to feel how ready she is.

She must be scared. For real.

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