Page 235 of Forbidden Lessons

“I don’t want—“ I cut off when he presses the muzzle harder against me.

I’ve handled enough guns in my life that I know the safety’s off. And with his finger curled around the trigger, all it will take is a loud noise to startle him, and I’m fucking dead.

Haven covered in my blood and brain matter.

I drop my head, close a nostril, and snort up one of the lines. Haven whimpers, but holds still. She’s still wearing the blindfold, but my girl’s clever enough to know there’s some serious shit going down behind her. Above her. Beside her.

Jesus. Mother. Fucking. Christ. What. The. Fuck. Is. This. Shit.

I fight past the searing numbness to find conscious thought, conscious movement. Falling back. Holding onto the sheets like the bed is a surfboard and I’m riding a fucking tsunami.

“Kai?” Haven whispers. “Are you okay?”

“Bitch, he’s fine,” Rooke mutters as he drops his head and snorts up the other line. He picks up the baggie I left beside Haven’s hip and taps out the last of it, two more lines, one on each cheek. “Stop moving.”

Oh, fuck.

I’m rolling again.

“Another, boy.” Rooke grabs my hair, forces my head down.

I snort up a second line, because God this feels good and I never want it to end.

Rooke follows suit, and then I hear the safety click off, the thump-clatter as he tosses his revolver back into his nightstand and slams the drawer shut.

Haven jerks at the sound, starts crying softly.

I fall onto my side, drag myself closer to her. “Shh, shh,” I whisper, smoothing hair away from her face. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

She whimpers when I push the blindfold up, blinking at me with big beautiful blue eyes as she searches my face. “What’s wrong with you?” she murmurs.

“Fucking nothing,” I whisper, darting forward to kiss her. “Absolutely fucking nothing. I’m good. You’re good. Everything’s okay.” I plant tiny kisses over her lips, and soon she’s kissing me back.

Then she moans.

Then she lets out a sob that could have been either pleasure or pain. And when I look back, Rooke got his dick in one hand, a bottle of lube in the other. His attention solely focused on Haven.

“Kai!” Tears trickle out of her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

I stroke her face, the small of her back, her ass. Rooke grabs my wrist and forces me lower, until I’m stroking her lubed up pussy. He manipulates my fingers, forcing them inside her, and Haven’s eyelashes flutter as she fights to stay lucid, as she fights for a control she lost a long, long time ago.

“Sorry about what?” I whisper, kissing her again before she can answer. “Nothing to be sorry about. You’re doing so good. So fucking good.” I finger her, deep but slow, drawing back to see her face, to see if she likes it.

She frowns at me, mouth opening, groaning. “Sorry about—” she winces “—the maple tree.” The last is barely a whisper. “Sorry I made you do that. Should have never?—”

I kiss her again. Draw back. “That’s what you’re sorry about?” I roll my head side to side, grinning. “You’re not sorry about the gang bang?”

“What?” Her eyes flicker over my face. “What are you talking about?”

I laugh, and I swear to hell, I sound just like Rooke’s crazy ass.

“Oh, fuck, Miss H. I keep forgetting what a fucking whore you are.” I drag my fingers out of her and slap her ass so hard she yelps in pain. “I’m sure your slutty, stretched out pussy can take both of us.”

I push up, ignoring the way her horrified face tugs at my heartstrings. I’m done letting her play with my heart like a fucking marionette doll.

Now’s the time for some fucking.

As I get to my knees, Rooke grabs my arm and pulls me toward him. I stumble, a hand on Haven’s plump cheek to keep my balance. He’s fingering her asshole with his thumb.

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