Page 186 of Broken by my Bully
Just a professor buying his too-young student some alcohol in broad daylight. Nothing to see here.
As he turns away to prepare our order, Bastian turns to me, ducking his head until his lips brush my cheekbone.
“Told you I’m a bad influence,” he chuckles into myear.
It takes all my willpower not to blush and turn away. I tilt my head back just far enough to make eye contact and wish I hadn’t.
Flecks of gold stud Professor Rooke’s irises, visible even with his dilated pupils.
I think back to the white powder I saw in his bathroom.
Horny, or high…or both?
I lick my lips, and his gaze darts to my mouth.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
Hidden from Milo’s view, his thumb brushes the dimple above my tailbone. My pussy clenches at the intimate touch, and that makes me press my thighs even tighter together. Any minute now, someone’s bound to ask me if I need to pee.
He stays where he is, close enough that his breath warms my mouth.
“You have no idea how bad I can be, sweet girl.”
Fuck. I officially have a wet spot on my pants.
“Drinks,” Milo grumps.
I step back in a rush, clearing my throat as I reach up to take the bottle of beer he hands me. He’s not even making eye contact with me, staring off into the distance like he’d rather watch the traffic than me.
Jeez, is it getting cold out here, or is it just me?
“Thank you,” I say, as sweetly as I can.
“Order up in ten,” he says, eyes flicking briefly to Bastian. I might as well be invisible. “You can wait over by the benches if you want. It’s more private.”
My heart gives a hard jump inside my chest.
Bastian scoffs, giving me a cheeky grin. “Don’t you love it when people jump to conclusions?” he says, loud enough that Milo can hear.
My face feels ready to melt off.
But when Bastian holds out his arm, I slip my hand through it, and I follow him to a bench in the shaded area between two foodtrucks. And we sit side by side like he isn’t my professor and I’m not his student.
Like he isn’t the worst decision ever.
Like he isn’t the bad man he just claimed to be.
But that’s exactly what I want, isn’t it?
Someone to ruin me. Someone who’ll destroy me so utterly, there’ll be no coming back.
Someone even worse than Kai.
Abadman…like Bastian.
Haven
I’m making an absolute pig of myself, but Bastian should know I don’t play around when I’m eating. I revere food. Anyone who’s spent as many nights without supper as I have would too.
