Page 233 of Forbidden Lessons

I laugh, cock my head in her direction as I push onto my knees, shoulders going back. “Hear that, boy? She says she doesn’t want either of us.”

“No.” Haven tugs at the ropes binding her wrists, her chain clattering against her collar. “I’m done. Let me go.”

Kai’s gaze flickers to her, but they’re back on me a second later. Face blank, lips parted. He takes a big breath and then goes to untie her.

I snatch his hair, and he yells when I yank him back. Turn him to face me. He has both hands on my wrist, face contorted with pain.

Everything is more intense on MDMA.

Pleasure. Pain.

He probably wishes he was coming down already.

“Kai,” Haven says, squirming under us, her legs trying to close. Impossible, with both my legs and one of Kai’s between hers.

“Please.” It’s a little whimper of a word, utterly meaningless to me. But it hits Kai hard, and he grabs my throat again.

I smile, leaning into the pressure, pulling his head back even more.

“Think you’ve got what it takes?” I murmur, scanning his face as he struggles with whatever perceived morals are holding him back. “Better be sure, because you’ll only get one chance, boy.”

His lips tremble. “She said no.”

I release his hair, grab his arm instead. Press down on the bite marks on his skin. He winces, but I keep applying more pressure.

“When did you grow a conscience? Because this—” I press harder “—doesn’t imply consent.”

“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 hasn’t been taking care of himself, doesn’t know the first thing about what strength truly is.

I seize his throat too, 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 her.

This girl he claims he doesn’t love.

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. He yanks my arm so hard that I lose my grip, leaving claw 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.

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