Page 521 of Lessons in Cruelty

She moans when I push two fingers inside her. “Yes, but that’s not…he was here. In this room. When you—“ She cuts off with another reluctant moan as I tease her ear with my teeth.

“Yes, I can see he was here.”

“Tuesday,” she blurts out, bucking hard against my hand. “He watched you rape me.”

I lean back, eyes narrowed as I stare down at her. “What did you say?”

Her lips tremble, drawing my gaze, and she gives them a quick swipe with her tongue. “He saw you.”

“Did he enjoy the show?”

I tilt my head, watching carefully as I finger her soaked pussy. Her eyelids quiver as she tries to keep them open, tries to keep her eyes on me. I feel her pussy clench, her muscles locking up, and pull my fingers out.

She makes an angry sound, grabbing my wrist, trying to keep me inside, but I tug free easily.

When it’s obvious I don’t plan to finish her off, she shoves a hand between her legs to do it for me. I snatch her wrist, slamming her hand into the wall beside her head.

Her chest rises and falls with quick, livid breaths. “You realize you could go to prison?”

I put my fingers in my mouth, smiling as I clean the taste of her from my skin. Her eyelashes flutter as her gaze drops to my lips.

“Kai isn’t exactly a reliable witness,” I tell her. “He wouldn’t last five minutes on the stand.”

She blinks, color touching her cheeks. “He doesn’t have to,” she says, eyes gleaming with near-sadistic glee. “A picture’s worth a thousand words, Professor. His video is easily worth an essay or two.”

Cold certainty washes through me.

Kai wasn’t just there.

He has evidence.

But it’s worthless unless he uses it…which he never will.

My hand is around her throat, already squeezing. She digs her fingers in behind mine, trying to loosen my grip. The shock in her eyes sends a vicious pump of blood through my cock.

“Ever stop to wonder why he hasn’t sent it to the authorities yet?”

She frowns, but doesn’t stop tugging at my hand.

I click my tongue. “And here I thought you were a smart girl.” I grab her pussy with my other hand, squeezing just as hard. “Guess you don’t deserve the scholarship after all⁠—“

I cut off as the door opens behind me.

We both move at lightning speed.

I take two quick steps back. Haven shoves away from the wall with wobbly legs, clapping her arms over her chest, clenching her jaw, blinking furiously like she’s coming out of a trance.

We turn to the door as a cop walks inside, and pure instinct has me shoving both hands in my pockets. One clenched to fight a sudden wave of heart palpitations, the other holding down my dick so he can’t see how fucking hard this girl made me.

It’s the perfect moment for Haven to step forward and tell this cop everything I’ve done to her.

But she’s too busy coming up with excuses for Kai in her head. Until she realizes there aren’t any that will explain him holding onto the evidence she claims he has.

“I’m sorry, am I interrupting?” The cop’s eyes are on me first, but they flicker to Haven a second later. “Miss Lee?” He throws me a confused look, mouth turning up in the corners like he’s about to smile.

“Yes?” Haven blurts out. Guiltily.

Jesus, girl, keep it together.