Page 12 of Such a Bad Girl (Hot Creeps #5)

REBECCA

My damp thighs slid against one another as I ducked between the rough bark of the trees, looking over my shoulder as Henry crashed behind me.

I just had to make it home.

God damn , the party location was farther than I’d prepared for. My breath burned in my chest with each sharp intake. Twigs scratched at my legs and arms, my barely-there dress providing no protection at all.

‘Rebecca,’ Henry sang out behind me, the crash of his feet getting closer.

‘Fuck,’ I gasped, a stitch burning in my core.

The trees thinned, lights visible at the edge the woods. My apartment.

So close.

A huff behind me had me turning. Just for one glance. I squealed at the feral look on Henry’s face and hit the ground running with renewed vigour.

‘Oh, my little obsession, you’re not getting away this time,’ Henry growled, glee driving his words.

A branch snapped, blending with my rattling breath, the scent of wet pine filling the air. With burning muscles, I forced myself onward. I needed to make it home?—

‘Oomph!’ I exhaled as Henry hit me from behind, sending us both rolling into the wet leaves.

‘No,’ I said, scratching at him, flailing like a hellcat.

‘Yes,’ he breathed against my neck, the length of his body pinning mine beneath, his dick already digging into my ass from above. ‘You’ve driven me to the fucking edge, Princess. No. More. Games.’

The sound of ripping fabric filled my ears as my dress fell away, his fingers diving under me, pressing two deep inside my pussy.

‘Henry,’ I whimpered.

‘You protest, yet your cunt is fucking soaked. It’s not all my saliva, is it?’ He twisted his fingers, making me see stars.

‘No,’ I admitted.

‘You like it when I touch you, don’t you, Bex?’ His breath tickled against my neck, and I arched against him, giving him more access with those divine fingers.

‘Yes, Sir.’ I bit back a moan, trying to focus on how to get away. To get home. I needed to get us to my apartment.

‘And you’re going to enjoy taking my cock, too. God, I’ve never wanted a single thing more than I want to be inside you.’

Henry withdrew his fingers, and I struggled again, determined to wriggle out from beneath him. Leaves stuck to my face, mud seeping between my fingers. I couldn’t shift him.

‘There, there,’ he cooed as he pressed his bare cock between my thighs.

A yelp tumbled from me as he grabbed me roughly by the hair while sliding his cock back and forth along my wet slit.

‘It won’t take too long. Not this time. No.

You’ve wound me up too much. But next time we’ll take it slow. I’ll worship you the way you deserve.’

‘Please,’ I begged.

‘Shh.’ His cock pressed against my entrance, and I bit my lower lip. I wasn’t ready. But God, did I want him to sink home. How long had I wanted exactly this?

My body offered less resistance than I thought it might when he thrust forward, the swollen, metal-studded tip breaching my insides. The stretching sting stole my breath, leaving my chest empty while he filled my pussy.

I’d imagined the moment so many times, but I hadn’t thought about how big he’d be. Or how each of the metal piercings would pop against tender flesh as he pressed home.

Home.

Because that’s where he was.

Finally home.

‘Henry,’ I whimpered, clawing at the dirt as he gave me more. So. Much. Hard. Flesh. ‘It hurts.’

‘I know. But you’re doing so good. You can take it all for me, can’t you?’

Tears sprang unbidden as I nodded, my mouth gaping as he pressed the last of himself deep inside me. He paused there, the only sounds his ragged breath and the distant patter of rain.

Could he feel how monumental this moment was?

Could he appreciate it?

‘I can’t stop,’ he crooned against my neck. He reached for my wrists, pushing them out in front of me, pinning me to the ground beneath him as he rocked his hips. The small movement felt like an earthquake inside of me, acute pain mingling with deep-rooted desire. ‘You’re mine. ’

‘All yours,’ I choked out, the tears flowing as his hips quickened.

Please be quick .

This wasn’t how I planned it, yet, I arched to take more with each of his desperate thrusts. His obsession with me was enough. It fed me. Stroked my ego the way I so desired.

‘Fuck. Bex.’ His groan made my stomach swim with need. ‘You’re perfect.’

Hot lips dragged over the cool skin of my neck, tracing his possession over every inch he could reach.

‘So fucking hot and tight, god, I’m not going to be able to hold off. I’m going to fill your tight little cunt until you burst, my little devil.’

No .

Not like this.

Yet, the way he held me, possessive and overwhelming, and how he filled me to bursting, each stroke of his cock deepening a coil of pleasure within me, had me intoxicated.

Like he’d drugged me with his fucking metal-covered cock. Dick-matised me.

His hands loosened on my wrists as he lost himself in frantic thrusts, arching his hips to make me feel every inch of him.

Pulling my arms beneath me, I pressed myself onto my hands and knees, his body moving with me as he gripped my hips for more punishing leverage.

Every thrust punched the breath from me in animalistic yelps. My eyes glazed as I lost myself in the onslaught of his lust.

Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Henry lost in sensation. Dark hair lay wet and messy against his forehead, his mask gone. When had he discarded it? My teeth grazed my lip as his fingers dug hard into my hips, his body tensing.

Sensing his distraction, I lifted a leg and kicked back, catching him square in the bollocks. A loud humph escaped him, and he let go of my hips. Not wasting a second, I was on my feet in a heartbeat, heading for home.