Page 11 of Such a Bad Girl (Hot Creeps #5)

HENRY

Sound reverberated through the underground tunnels beneath the old library. Why they were originally built remained unknown, but they were neither maintained nor used.

Or so I thought.

Someone had addressed my invitation to the wrong name; professors weren’t allowed, but my demonic mask and tailored suit disguised my identity.

Heat hit me before I made it to the room, the sweat-soaked air of half-drunken young adults.

It stopped me in my tracks. The threshold to the cavernous underground space felt like a barrier between who I was, and who I shouldn’t become.

Standing there, I wrestled with the desire to find Bex, to ensure she wasn’t a tangle of limbs with half a dozen other students.

To claim her once and for all. To mark her as mine.

Yet, I stood on the precipice of a decision.

Walking into that room and being recognised could cost me my job.

They said that 'Nothing that happens at The Initiation leaves that room' and that was all good and well, but I wasn’t na?ve enough to believe that whispers of a teacher fucking a student wouldn’t surface after the fact.

A deep scarlet curtain blocked the raucous party from view, but I heard them. Felt them. The vibrations of the deep bass within ricocheting through my bones. The sharp tang of alcohol drifted around the edge of the curtain, carried by the body heat desperately trying to escape the cloying room.

With my heart in my throat, I pulled aside the curtain and ducked inside.

Only candlelight brightened the dark, in dancing circles here and there. Despite the old, abandoned location, decadence abounded. Young, lithe bodies glittered in the soft orange light, sweaty and writhing along to music that was loud enough to envelop me.

Everywhere I looked, people engaged with one another, pouring drinks from one mouth to another, dark red rivulets of wine staining their skin. Tongues followed the trails, licking alcohol and sweat from between tits, and the tight abs of athletes.

Everyone wore masks. Some wore only partial masks, with swollen lips bursting from beneath covered eyes, while others, like me, were unrecognisable.

How many of these are my students? How many of these people did I see every day, cloaked in baggy clothing and with hang-over induced eye bags, loitering on seats while yawning? They’d likely be unrecognisable even without the masks. In there, they swarmed with vitality, lust and abandon.

A group of young men ripped apart a woman’s dress, exposing her as she gave a pretty moan.

Mouths descended on her. Biting, licking, and sucking until she begged for more.

For fingers. For cocks. They obliged with feral grunts, looking like a pack of wild dogs as they passed her from dick to dick, impatiently waiting for their turn with the trembling girl.

Her body quaked as one man slid his mouth over her reddened cunt, unbothered that his friend’s cock was an inch from his tongue.

Her scream of pleasure cut off as her mouth filled with another young buck.

Fucking hell.

I’d seen nothing quite like it. Where were those parties when I was in college ?

Bex .

Shit, she could be spread among a pack of men of her own. Jealousy flooded my veins, warring with the intense arousal the scene had brought on.

I could lose myself in the night so easily. All around, bodies moaned and squirmed, bounced and danced.

Condoms littered tabletops. But from what I’d seen, they were largely being ignored.

Planned parenthood would have a field day tomorrow.

Making my way through the swathes of naked bodies felt like a fever dream, as I lost track of time and place while hunting for my obsession. Masked or not, I’d find her.

Drinks pressed into my hand, one pretty little thing splashing wine directly from the bottle into my mouth, pulling my mask up to do so.

I shouldn’t have let her, but I was lost in a lust-filled enchantment.

The Initiation felt like falling into another world. Some faerie land where you’d experience ultimate pleasures, likely for the price of your soul.

Rebecca appeared as if by magic, sitting on an old leather couch between a man and a woman. The dress she wore looked fashioned out of ribbons, and my fingers itched to walk over and tear the red silk from her body.

But other hands were on her.

Other mouths.

Jealousy hit me like a train, my body flushing as I tensed.

The mask she wore barely covered her eyes, not caring whether anyone recognised her. Curls of blonde hair lay against her shoulders, where the woman pushed them aside to lick at Bex’s neck.

Bex stared directly at me, a smile playing on her lips when our eyes met.

She uncrossed her legs, splaying them slightly before crossing them in the opposite direction, giving me a peek at her bare cunt.

Dirty.

Little.

Slut.

My cock strained toward her, like a rabid fucking dog. The envy only roiled up, making me want to storm over and rip her from their arms and take their place.

Bex taunted me.

I saw the devil in those hell-dark eyes of hers.

It was a challenge.

And I didn’t know the answer.

Accost them? Watch ?

The guy slid a hand up her thigh, deciding my path for me.

I tore through the veritable orgy and headed straight for her. With a hand around her throat, I raised her to her feet.

‘What the fuck are you doing?’ I demanded.

She spluttered, but those eyes sparkled as her lips parted. ‘Partying.’

‘You are mine ,’ I growled. ‘I am tempted to break every finger that touched you.’

‘Will you also cut off their tongues?’ she whispered, her words tainted with pure lust. ‘Make them bleed?’

I tightened my grip on her neck, our lips almost touching.

‘Or…’ she moaned, ‘You could make me bleed?’

‘You’re the devil herself,’ I murmured, half delirious with need and half in awe of her. What magic did she possess to hold me so utterly in her thrall?

‘Why don’t you stop fucking around and make that mouth useful, Sir?’

‘Here?’ I asked, looking around at the hordes of students.

‘If you want it. You’ll get on your knees for me right here. Make me scream in front of everyone. Because if you can’t … I’m sure someone else will. ’

I threw her onto the couch, sending the others scampering when I dropped to my knees in front of her.

Oh, she’d scream alright .

She squeaked when I forced her thighs wide, sliding my mask up over my head and throwing caution to the fucking wind.

My breaking point went with a thunderous snap as I looked at Bex, all breathy-chested and slutty-eyed. The fact her thighs were wide, her pussy bared for all to see, failed to affect her. Her focus remained solely on me, her eyes flicking to my mouth.

‘Say it,’ I breathed, my words dancing across her already glistening slit.

‘I’m yours.’

With her proclamation, my dam burst, and I thrust my face between her thighs. Decorum fled as I feasted, tasting her both sweet and salty on my tongue.

Heaven .

Fucking heaven was nestled right there.

I ate like a man starved, nipping and sucking until my face grew as wet as her cunt.

Delicious moans tumbled from above, urging me on, driving me to a frenzy I’d never felt before. There was nothing I needed more than to make her come.

Writhing as if possessed, she slid lower on the couch, my arms wrapping around her hips and holding her against me as ecstasy gripped her.

‘Henry,’ she panted, her fingers tightening in my hair as her hips rocked.

I groaned against her, sucking her swollen clit into my mouth. Her screams of pleasure were loud enough to drag eyes to us from all around. Yet, I couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop.

She came hard, soaking my chin and chest, her need dripping as I continued to drive my tongue inside her.

‘Henry.’ Her voice became pained, throaty. ‘Stop.’

‘You.’ I said, biting her thigh. ‘Are.’ My eyes rolled as I saw tears prick in hers. ‘Mine.’

Her flesh burned beneath my tongue as I lapped up every drop of her sweetness.

Bex unthreaded her hands, pushing herself upright despite my desperate tonguing of her still quivering pussy.

‘You taste so fucking good,’ I groaned.

With a gentle shove, she knocked me back, cradling my soaked chin in one slender hand.

‘Do you want to fuck me, Sir?’

A tease lifted her words, making them dance. I leaned forward, eager to capture her lips. To taste more of my forbidden obsession .

‘I’m going to fuck you.’

Smiling deviously, she placed one foot on my chest, her sandal flat, ribbons snaking their way up her perfect calves.

‘You’ll have to catch me first,’ she said, kicking me hard enough that I tumbled back onto my ass, my mask falling back over my face.

Laughter rang out around me as I picked myself up, far too aware of the way my dick strained against my pants. By the time I collected myself, she was nowhere to be seen.

I tore through the sea of bodies, now wilder than before. It was like trying to wade through a swamp made of living, breathing, fucking treacle.

The loud music grated as I searched for her, grabbing a woman in a red-ribboned dress, only to apologise when it wasn’t Bex.

Where was she?

Wiping my chin, I stumbled toward the exit, catching a glimpse of my girl, looking at me like the cat who got the cream.

My feet hit the stone floor with renewed vigour, blood coursing through me as I chased her. By the time we hit the street, I was only a few heartbeats behind her.

Adrenaline fuelled me.

Adrenaline with a chaser of unholy, feral lust .

A light rain picked up as she hit the woods and disappeared into the thicket of trees.

Heading home.

Run as fast as you can, little demon. I’ll be inside you within the hour.

Finally taking what is mine.