Page 234 of Forbidden Lessons

I sit back on my heel, wiping my eyes, blowing a breath through pursed lips, gathering myself as Kai cowers against the bathroom’s sliding door.

Everything is more intense on MDMA.

Especially fear.

I reach over to my nightstand, pull out my Beretta.

Kai bleats out a string of frantic “no’s”, but honestly, this train left the fucking station hours ago and I’m still not at my goddamn stop.

I slide the bullet from my pants pocket into the Beretta’s chamber, turn off the safety, and turn to look at Kai as I aim the gun at Haven’s head.

He freezes, hands flat on the door behind him.

“Come here, Kai.”

When he doesn’t move, I touch the gun against Haven’s temple and she freezes up to, her lips shuddering as she blubbers out an almost reverential, “Please.”

I’m not sure if she’s asking me to pull the trigger or put away the gun. I trail it down her body instead, so enjoying the way she squirms without trying to move, how her legs clamp together when I push the muzzle into the dark apex where her thighs meet.

“Stop.” Kai comes back, hand outstretched. “Stop, stop, stop.” His voice is barely a whisper. “Please, just fucking stop.”

I point the gun at him, and he flinches like he fully expects me to blow his fucking brains out. Then I take my leather bag out of my nightstand and toss it over to him.

“Pick it up. Take out my coke.”

He obeys, hands shaking.

I use the muzzle of the gun to drag the hem of her hoody up where it’s threatening to obscure her plump little breasts. Her breath hitches when I draw a circle over her nipple with the cool metal.

Kai takes out the small baggie of white powder and holds it out to me.

I huff out a laugh. Shake my head. Wave the gun down her body.

“Flip her over. Two lines, one on each ass cheek.”

I aim the gun at her head again.

“And Haven, sweet girl? Don’t move. It’s the last of my coke, and I’ll be very, very angry if you spill it.”

Chapter 73

Kai

I gently turn Haven over, my ears ringing. But not loud enough to drown out her desperate, whispered, “Kai, please. Don’t do this.”

Every word stabs into me like a fucking knife.

But I do what Rooke says, because he’s holding a fucking gun on us and I?—

would have done it anyway

—don’t have a choice.

I don’t know how the hell to handle coke. I’ve never done it in my life. But the baggie’s small enough that when I tap it lightly with my finger, only a tiny sprinkle falls out.

Haven shivers like she can feel those tiny crumbs touching her skin. Maybe she can. My body is electrified. Raw. Aching.

“Good.” Rooke says, and it’s my turn to shiver when he touches the muzzle to my temple. “Now go ahead.”

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