Page 942 of Lessons in Cruelty

I can see all of it.

Kai’s lips stretched around the cock that barely fits in his mouth.

Haven’s head bobbing up and down as she sucks Kai’s hard shaft.

The way Kai’s throat works when Rooke holds him there and does not give him air.

How his eyes water and his body starts to shake.

“Look at you sucking dick like a professional. Remember how clumsy you were the first time, Kai? Choking, crying, trying to tap out after thirty seconds? Nuh-uh. Don’t you dare pull off, boy.”

Kai tries anyway. As punishment, Rooke holds his hair and fucks into his mouth another inch. Spit runs down Kai’s chin and drops onto Haven’s knuckles where she’s got him by the balls.

Rooke looks at me over Kai’s head. “Doesn’t he look good like this, Fox? Mid-twenties, and already the perfect little simp.”

I yank at my hands like I’ve somehow developed the strength to bust them open. The belt creaks, but doesn’t give an inch.

“He does,” I manage.

Rooke tilts his head, drawing out of Kai’s mouth until his crown is resting obscenely on his lower lip, before thrusting back in hard enough to make him gag.

It’s a silent challenge.

As I try to work spit back into my mouth, Rooke slams into poor Kai’s mouth again so hard he retches.

“You—“ I clear my throat. “You look good with his cock in your mouth, Kai.”

“Is he a good boy, Fox?” Rooke strokes Kai’s head, waiting for barely a second before thrusting again. Kai retches again, looking miserable as spit bubbles out around Rooke’s thick shaft.

“Yes,” I blurt out. “You’re being such a good boy, Kai.”

Kai moans around Rooke’s dick, the sound sending a shudder through my body.

I’ve never heard such shame and want all mixed up like that, like Kai has no idea what the fuck he’s feeling.

“And if you take my cock all the way down that greedy throat, Fox might let you come,” Rooke mutters in a tight voice as he rakes his fingers through Kai’s sandy hair. “Would you like that? Would my good boy like to come?”

Kai makes a frantic, pleading sound around his cock, causing Rooke’s jaw to tic.

I’m so fucking glad my hands are tied. I would not have been able to stop myself unzipping my fly, taking out my cock, and getting off as I watch Haven and Rooke using Kai’s body.

Kai lets out a sob, his thighs quivering as he hyperventilates around Rooke’s cock. It’s blatant he can’t hold back any longer, and God only knows what Bastian will do to him if he comes without permission.

“Stop,” I bark out. “Just…stop.”

Haven stills, glancing over at Bastian as he pauses. Kai pulls off with a filthy wet sound, gasping, a line of spit stretching from his swollen lower lip to the head of Rooke’s cock. He looks furious, humiliated—and so hungry for Rooke’s approval that my stomach clenches.

Rooke fists himself, staring down at Kai as he addresses me.

“What’s the matter, Deputy?”

I want to tell Kai he can come. I’m forming those exact fucking words, when the boy blurts out, “If you can’t stand the heat, pig, get out of the kitchen.”

No one speaks.

Rooke huffs through his nose. Kai glares up at him, twisting his hair free from Rooke’s grip.

“What?” he demands of Rooke. “You gonna let him take over again, old man?”