Page 941 of Lessons in Cruelty

Kai laughs, ugly and short. “You don’t get to⁠—”

Rooke tightens the silk leash until Kai’s laugh cuts off in a strangled gasp.

“Tonight he does,” Rooke says. “Now be quiet, boy.”

Kai goes still, but his eyes shoot daggers at me. He’s still hard, his cock gigantic in Haven’s small hands.

“You used to hold me down and finger me until I cried,” Haven says, almost fond as she stares down at his cock. “Now look at you.” Her gaze darts up, and Kai flinches at the look in her eyes. “You can’t even come without a cop’s permission.”

She takes him into her mouth again. Kai’s head tips back against Rooke’s stomach and Rooke slowly strokes his hair with his free hand.

“There,” Rooke murmurs. “That’s my good boy.” Then his tone changes, harsher. “Take his cock deeper, girl. Show Fox what that pretty mouth is good for.”

Haven makes an angry sound, her eyes darting up to glare at Rooke. But she doesn’t stop. They both know what happens if they push back.

I shift in the chair, and the belt around my wrists reminds me I chose this—same as the hard ridge in my pants reminds me I’m enjoying it.

When my eyes find Rooke again, he’s staring at me. He makes a show of dropping his gaze to my crotch, a faintly pleased smile ghosting his lips.

“Are you done pretending you don’t want to be here?” he asks.

I swallow, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth, but I manage a nod.

“Then are you going to keep tormenting this poor boy until Haven runs out of spit for his cock?”

“Why not?” I say. “He’s been a dick to me all morning.”

Rooke tsks. “You heard the Deputy, boy. Looks like you haven’t earned his forgiveness yet.”

Kai groans like a dying man while Haven’s mouth slides slowly up and down his cock. A tiny, petty part of me feels a spark of satisfaction.

I’m not a sadist, like Rooke. Kai has been a dick to me all morning…

Is what I tell myself.

“If you’re going to keep treating them like toys, you should be the one playing with them.”

I don’t know where the fuck the words come from. The part of me that’s furious that I’m still here, maybe. The part that wants this to end so I can go back to my apartment and pretend I’m a decent human being.

A rakish smile graces Bastian’s mouth before it fades into the same sultry stare he’s worn most of the morning. “Welcome to the party, Fox,” he murmurs.

He loosens the silk from Kai’s throat, and Kai drags in a full breath, eyelashes fluttering. It’s all the reprieve Bastian gives him. Rooke unwinds the belt, jerks Kai’s arms behind the chair, and binds his wrists with the same length of silk.

Kai yanks, hard. The chair creaks ominously, but he goes nowhere.

Rooke walks around to the front. He shrugs the robe off his shoulders. It hits the floor in a heap of crimson silk. His cock hangs heavy between his thighs, thicker than Kai’s, already hardening.

He stands by Kai’s shoulder, opposite Haven, once again ensuring I have the perfect view of this new fuckery.

“Open.”

Kai grins, the muscles along his jaw ticing as he clenches his teeth together.

Rooke grabs Kai’s face and sinks his thumbs into his cheeks, cruelly enough for Kai’s body to flinch at the assault.

Then, ever so slowly, Rooke feeds him his cock.

Kai gags on the first stroke and takes the second. Haven keeps her mouth on Kai, matching Rooke’s pace without being told.