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This went way further than I thought I did, but it’s way too late to reel it in.

My hips pump up, Haven making the most exquisite wet, gagging sound every time my cock hits the back of her throat. I’m winning against my climax, drawing it out, lavishing this moment I know I’ll regret, but one I’m already looking forward to letting live rent free in my head for the rest of my life.

And then she slides her thumb down and presses it against it my fucking asshole.

This timeI’mthe one caught between shock and horror, my breath hitching in my throat.

Is she…smiling?

I jerk my hips back, pulling my cock out of her mouth. “What the fuck?”

She grabs my cock, sticks her thumb in her mouth, and then darts forward, swallowing me so hard and fast that I moan in sheer hedonistic bliss, like some chick in an amateur porn video.

Her thumb goes straight for my hole, but before she can sodomize me, I slam my cock down the back of her throat and offload.

Her eyes widen in panic as she pushes my thighs, trying to get air down her throat.

But I just keep emptying my cum inside her, grinding against her mouth so every inch of my cock is filling her.

I’m sure if I hadn’t pulled out at that second, she’d have tried to bite my dick off, because teeth scrape me as I retreat.

My last spurt of cum hits her lips as she falls back to gasp for air. I shove her away from me with my foot, but even if I wanted to hurt her, my legs are too weak.

She hits the floor and is up a second later, snatching her phone and book off the table as she prepares to run, her face blotchy with tears, shame, and cum.

I let her take her phone. But I slam my hand down on The Lucifer Effect and she throws me a quick, furious glare before deciding it’s not worth it and hightailing it out of the library.

Shoving my dick back in my pants, I slump on the bench as I try to catch my breath.

Either the painkillers finally kicked in, or Haven gives magical head, because my hangover is gone.

Chapter 13

Haven

I glare at my expression in my car’s rear-view mirror. Yesterday’s haze has solidified into a solid mass of pale gray clouds. The only light getting through is a pale shimmer.

It would be easy to blame the weather, but I look like a ghost because that’s how I fucking feel.

Another night of awful sleep. The few times I drifted off, the smallest sound would jolt me awake. Or my mind would summon a snapshot of Kai’s face. Either would be enough of a jump scare to send my heart racing.

I’m still trying to process what the fuck happened yesterday in the library.

No. Iknowwhat happened.

What it means.

If there was ever any doubt, it’s long gone now.

I burned my bridges when my best friend was still on the other side.

Kai Jordan despises me. He will not stop until I’m gone. Which is so fucked up, because if anyone should be angry, it’sme. He’s the one that broke a promise. He’s the one that chickened out like a loser.

But his hate is real, and it’s fucking terrifying.

But as the sun rose, as each hour passed, the intensity in his eyes takes on a different meaning.

Not anger.

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