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CHAPTER 16

I wanted to destroy something, so Aiden took me down to his private room and set up a punching bag.

“He shouldn’t have been taken,” I growled, punching the bag hard enough to make it almost tip over.

It magically righted itself.

“He had no need for those things,” I continued. “He couldn’t go anywhere to sell them, he has no contacts in today’s world to send them to. They were useless to him. It’s so obvious that he was set up!” I roared, taking my anger out on the inanimate object.

“But noooooo , the authorities didn’t even look for concealed spells. Who might have touched the objects. Who else was in Grain’s office. I’m so angry! ” I screamed, kicking at the base of the bag.

My toes throbbed and I hopped on one foot until I collapsed on the ground, burying my face in my hands.

“It’s not fair,” I whispered. “He’s being punished when he didn’t do anything wrong.”

“They’ve only taken him in on the off chance that he did it,” Aiden tried to reason with her.

“That’s stupid ,” I growled. “It’s not like he was a serial killer. Nobody was getting hurt.”

“He still violated his parole.”

“Stop talking as if he did it !”

Aiden squatted next to me on the floor. “I believe in his innocence,” he said quietly. “What we need to figure out is why someone framed him, and why they were taking things in the first place.”

I took a deep breath and pushed my hair back from my face. “Have the authorities finished in Grain’s office?”

“Why don’t we go find out?” Aiden got to his feet and held his hand out to me. “Did you want to clean up first?”

I cast a quick freshening spell over myself before grabbing my shirt off the bench. I had tossed it there after the first ten minutes, leaving me in a sports bra and leggings.

“You sure you have to put that back on?” Aiden asked, his voice a low purr. The heat from his body against my back made me shiver. His hands ghosted up my body, pulling the shirt from my nerveless fingers and dropping it onto the bench. “Why don’t we give the officers a bit more time?” he suggested, drawing my hair to the side and exposing my neck to his kisses.

I tilted my head to give him better access, melting in his hold.

He banded his arm across my belly, pulling me back into his hard cock. “Watching you go to town on that punching bag was the hottest thing,” he murmured. “You got me all riled up.” He unzipped the front closure of my bra, my breasts bursting from the tight fabric the instant they were released. “Your body is driving me insane,” he said, grinding against me and pinching one nipple and then the other. “How are you so sexy?”

“I work out a lot,” I gasped, giving over to the pleasure.

“You work out?” he asked, amused.

“Sex is a workout,” I retorted.

Aiden chuckled. “That’s true enough.” He yanked my leggings down over my ass, leaving them around my thighs. “Bend over,” he ordered.

A fresh gush of arousal coated my thighs as I obeyed, putting my hands on the bench in front of me.

“You’re dripping for me,” Aiden groaned, pushing his fingers inside me. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

He unzipped his pants and took out his cock, tapping it against my pussy before entering me in a long, slow glide.

The messy sounds of our slapping flesh almost made me embarrassed, but it was obvious that he loved it, if his hard length was anything to go by. I didn’t have the time to dwell on it, though, because he started up a fast pace that had my breasts swinging in the air until he gripped them.

“Do you know how good you make me feel?” Aiden panted in my ear. “You’re still half dressed, I only lasted long enough to undo my jeans. Feel my zipper against your cunt.” He filled me completely, grinding the metal catch against my lower lips. “You’re going to make a mess of my pants. You’re so fucking wet.” He twisted my nipples between his fingers and I howled, bucking against him.

“Take the pain and turn it into pleasure,” he encouraged, doing it again.

It felt like there was a direct line from my nipples to my clit, and he was flicking it, driving me higher.

“Come on my cock,” he ordered, and I shattered, my head dropping between my arms when my muscles couldn’t keep up.

“Going to fill you up until you’re overflowing,” Aiden grunted, pumping his hips into me. “You’ll be messy all morning. Then I’ll eat it all out of you at lunch before filling you up again for the afternoon.”

“ Aiden, ” I gasped, his filthy words sparking within me. My arms and legs were shaking from holding me up.

“Or maybe I should paint your ass with my cum,” he said conversationally. “Thick ropes of white all over your pretty skin. It would look better if I’d spanked you first, though. Maybe I’ll come all over your hair, make you wear it to class after I have you suck our combined juices from my cock.”

“Ohhh,” I said shakily. I knew he wouldn’t get his cum in my hair, or at least he’d let me clean it, but the thought of wearing his spend in public like that was almost too much for me.

“Fuck, Siobhan,” he growled. “I felt your pussy clench around me from that. You like being my filthy little slut, don’t you? You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you? Siobhan...” He took me one last time, slamming in to the hilt until he was emptying inside me, the pulsing of his cock sending me flying again.

“Feel better?” Aiden asked after we had caught our breath.

“Yes, thank you.”

We cleaned ourselves up and headed up to the second floor, meeting Professor Akhtar leaving the janitor’s office with a bin of jewelry.

“Are they done with it?” I asked him, frowning.

The professor nodded sympathetically. “I have to admit, it does feel like they’re not doing their due diligence in this case.”

“Is that everything?” I asked.

“I have to match it all up with what’s been reported stolen,” he replied with a sigh. “It’s going to be a long job. It’s been less than a week since the first report. I think we have more than that in here.”

“I can help you,” I offered. “We can match up the items that were reported, and the ones that weren’t, we can cast a spell to find their owner.”

“That would be an immense help,” the professor said gratefully.

It was as tedious as he had said it would be. I found Clarissa’s ring and the ruby earrings from Grandfather within the first fifteen minutes, but there was no trace of my ring, or of my grimoire, by the time we reached the bottom of the bin.

“You know what I think?” I asked, leaning on my fist. “I think that whoever stole the items did so to cover up what they were really after; my grimoire. And I think we might have gotten too close, so the thief did the only reasonable thing. He planted them on someone who knew something. So the question becomes ‘What did Grain know that he didn’t know he knew?’”

Aiden chuckled. “That’s a little convoluted.”

“But think about it,” I persisted. “Grain knew that my grimoire and ring were bloodlinked. What could he possibly want with them? I bet if we turned his office and room inside out, we still wouldn’t find them. But someone else who has seen me use them, but not be close enough to me to understand why they wouldn’t be able to use them, would love to get their hands on that amount of power.”

“That eliminates your professors,” Professor Akhtar said quietly. “Leaving only the students.”

“Why does it eliminate the professors?” I asked.

To my surprise, Akhtar flushed. “Ah, well. Professor Reynolds and I discussed your impressive skills and the grimoire’s abilities last year after the trip to Australia. In the staff room. So pretty much every professor was aware that it couldn’t be used by just anyone.”

“Thank you for the compliment,” I said with a chuckle. “Which of my classmates would want power?”

“Emma?” Aiden suggested. “Maybe she feels guilty about turning Professor Reynolds into a baby and was looking for a way to turn him back. Make him proud of her?”

I nodded thoughtfully. “That’s a distinct possibility. We should reach out to her.”

I scanned the list of stolen items. She had reported a necklace stolen near the beginning of the thefts. “That could be a way of diverting attention away from her.”

Professor Akhtar shook his head. “I doubt it was Emma. We put power-dampening spells on her after the incident. She wouldn’t be able to cast the spells necessary to get into the rooms without alarms going off.”

“Could she still create a potion without activating the spells?” I asked.

The professor snorted. “She could perhaps instruct another person in creating a potion, but she would not be capable of it.”

“Plus, what beef does she have against Grain?” Aiden pointed out.

“Maybe he was just convenient,” I said with a scowl.

“We’ll think on it,” the professor advised. “Discuss this again tomorrow. Keep your suspicions to yourself.”