Page 13 of Such a Bad Girl (Hot Creeps #5)

HENRY

The trees shifted around me as the pain made me gag. I was only half aware of Rebecca’s half-naked form running away as the world shrank to me and my aching balls.

Looking down, blood coated me.

Fucking hell, she’d kicked me hard enough to draw blood?

Sweeping my hand between my legs and bringing it up for inspection, I knitted my brows. Nothing.

No. The scarlet only decorated my shaft. The tip. Was it from one of my piercings?

I inspected myself, but the injury wasn’t mine.

Guilt hit me. It must have been Rebecca’s. Fuck, I hadn’t meant to hurt her. Not like that.

No wonder she’d run off .

I should have been gentler, but she’d driven me to become a beast around her.

Trying to stand made me heave. Nope. Not ready to stand.

Pressing a hand against the rough, wet bark of a nearby tree, I paused and caught my breath, waiting for the blistering pain in my balls to subside. I couldn’t decide if it was from the kick or being so close to coming, only to be called off at the last minute.

Despite the pain I’d caused her, she’d arched against me and moaned like a lusty little whore. She’d wanted it.

Hadn’t she?

I had to go to her.

To plead my case. To pump her full of cum.

The first few steps were a half stumble as I tucked my still hard cock into my trousers, wiping the rain from my face with the back of my damp sleeve.

She had firmly shut her window, and I stalked around to her front door, ready to knock and beg.

It stood ajar.

Rapping my knuckles lightly against it, I shouted, ‘Bex?’

No sound met me.

Darkness filled the apartment when I pushed it open. Squinting, I made my way along the corridor, looking for any signs she had returned. Had she gone to a friend's instead? Should I expect to be surrounded by red and blue flashing lights at any moment?

‘Bex?’ I said again, entering the combined lounge and kitchen to find it equally deserted.

The bedroom equally perplexed me.

Where the hell was she?

A sliver of light shone from beneath a closed door. The closer I got, the louder the interior fan whirred. A bathroom? Of course… she was probably cleaning herself up.

Knocking loudly, I waited.

Silence.

‘Bex? Can I come in? I just want to talk.’

Nothing.

The handle depressed with no resistance, and I pushed the door open. Bex wasn’t there.

Cut up photographs of a teen covered an entire wall.

No a man.

Both .

My heart squeezed, nearly stopping entirely as I recognised the face in a photo. My face. My pulse hammered, sweat gathering at the nape of my neck.

They were all me .

Going from picture to picture, my stomach lurched. I rubbed my eyes, trying to clear away the delusion I had to be seeing. It couldn’t be reality.

‘What the fuck?’ I whispered to myself. There were pictures from the age of eighteen or nineteen right up to now. The world spun as I backed out of the room, my head spinning as confusion and fear swarmed me.

Who the fuck was she?

‘Surprise.’ Bex’s voice was soft, and right next to my ear. A sharp pinch at my neck made me flinch before I turned.

Holding the pained spot, I lurched toward Bex, who stepped back. An empty syringe hung from her fingertips, while a wicked smile danced on her lips.

‘It’s about time, Henry.’

‘Who—’ My words failed me as I lashed out at her. But my arms were useless, like overcooked spaghetti.

Tripping over my own feet, I dropped to the floor, landing with a crack. My eyes blurred as she stood beside me, grinning.

The last thing I saw was her red-coated thighs.

Fuck.