Page 14 of Such a Bad Girl (Hot Creeps #5)

REBECCA

As hot as his thick, muscled body was, it made Henry a pain to move. Scooping him under the arms, I dragged him toward the bed, sweat soaking my spine.

‘Holy crap, Henry, what are you made of? Fucking steel?’

By the time I’d hauled him to the bedroom, I was dripping with sweat. Thank god he was knocked out. I didn’t need him seeing me scooting him while puffing like a beached whale.

Dropping him on the floor, I stretched out my back, wiping my slick forehead on the back of my arm.

It would be easier to pull the bed toward him. Plus, it would stop him from being so close to the window. At least, being in a renovated building, the old walls were thicker than the newer dorms. They should muffle him when he wakes up and likely yells like an angry little banshee.

How the heck to get him on the bed?

Squatting next to him, I tried to shove him up the edge. No luck. He flopped half on top of me, his dead weight knocking the breath from my lungs.

Fuck-a-duck. All my years of planning and I’m foiled by getting his hot ass onto my bed.

‘C’mon baby,’ I huffed, propping him against the bed and climbing onto it. I looped my arms under his and pulled. Fucking hell, I nearly popped a blood vessel.

My shoulders burned as I tugged his limp form, but there was movement. Digging my knees into the mattress, I fought against gravity and finally, with a grunt, defeated it.

Once his shoulders and back were on the bed, it was easy enough to tumble his legs on.

‘There we are, sweetie. Right where you belong. We’re going to have so much fun.’

Henry remained utterly out of it.

Disappointing.

The click of the handcuffs filled the room as I opened the set. All four.

Sitting beside his comatose form, I danced my fingers down his shirt, opening each button one by one. Dirt, rain, and a dash of blood coated his clothing. A reminder of what he’d taken.

Taken before he was supposed to.

But I’d right that wrong soon enough.

When he loved me.

I stripped him of all but his boxer shorts, delighting at the way he twitched beneath the graze of my nails across his hidden dick.

His body understood, even if his mind didn’t.

Yet.

The handcuffs chinked against the bed frame as I secured him in a cross position, each ankle and wrist attached to a corner, spreading him out like a muscle-clad buffet.

A buffet for one.

His jaw clenched as I traced my thumb over it, bending to drift my lips over his.

It was all I’d allow myself for now. After years of patience, I burned to kiss him properly. To moan into his mouth and drink down his desire.

Not yet, Bex.

What’s a little longer after all this time?

Leaving him there, I went to shower. I wanted to look perfect for him by the time he awoke.

Henry woke me with rabid jerking against his bonds. I’d fallen asleep curled beside him on the bed, stealing his warmth and being soothed by the deep rumbling of his chest.

How often had I watched him sleep and dreamed of being right there? It was everything I’d imagined.

‘Oh, Henry. Good morning,’ I said, sitting beside him with a smile.

He tried to speak, but all that emerged was a garbled whisper.

‘Patience, love, it’ll take a little while until you’re fighting fit again. So to speak.’

He writhed as I left the bed, freshening up in the bathroom before making a pot of coffee and returning to the bed, perching on the edge.

‘I’m guessing you have some questions?’ His green eyes narrowed, and I leant over to place his glasses back on his face. His mouth moved, but whatever he tried to say was lost.

‘You didn’t recognise me. Well, I think your body did, but you didn’t. Do you remember Melissa Green? You used to date her in your teens. ’

Henry’s brows knitted at the name. Of course he remembered. He’d lost his virginity to that bitch in her garden shed. I’d seen them.

‘Do you remember the girl next door that Melissa would babysit sometimes? That little girl called Rebecca?’

Henry swallowed, his eyes widening.

‘That’s right. I’m one and the same. You never saw me, then, as you shouldn’t have. I was just a kid. But I knew I loved you from the moment we met. I knew you’d love me one day. You only needed time.’

Putting my coffee aside, I stroked my fingers over his chest, and he flinched. It hurt, given how desperate he’d been for me the night before.

‘I know it’s a lot. It’s okay. I’ve been watching you for so long, Henry. Watching you grow and date and become the man you are today. You never knew I waited in the shadows. You never saw me. But the moment I walked into the classroom, you felt it.’

He shook his head.

‘You did, baby. Last night, you pinned me to the floor and took my virginity. The virginity I’d saved for you. You said you couldn’t help it. You wanted me so badly you had to fuck me. My innocence still coats your cock. There’s no point denying it.’

Panic filled his face at the mention of my virginity. He hadn’ t known.

‘I saved it all this time, for you. You have always been the only man for me. That jealousy you felt watching me touch myself to a picture that you thought was another man. It was you. It’s always been you.

Imagine how I felt watching you fuck your way through college.

Watching you date other women while you didn’t even remember me. It hurt, Henry.’

Running my hand over the muscled expanse of his stomach, I sighed.

‘So now, I need to convince you to ache for me again, Henry. To help you see what we really are. Tied together in these unholy games that we both enjoy so much. Cat and mouse. Predator and prey. You and I, both. We crave to conquer one another. To pin and scratch and take. You nearly won last night, nearly filled me up right there in the woods, but I outsmarted you. Caught you in my trap like a wriggling little rodent.’

He squirmed as I traced my fingertips over his groin, his cock stirring despite his tugging against the handcuffs. ‘And when I’ve toyed with you, I’ll let you go. And we’ll start the game all over again. Maybe you’ll win next time.’

Picking up shears, I cut his boxers off while his eyes grew saucer-wide, revealing the deliciousness beneath .

Wrapping my fingers around his stiffening shaft, I grinned. ‘But I doubt it. I’m just so much better at the game.’

‘Bex,’ he murmured, finally getting control of his tongue. ‘Let me go.’

‘When you’ve earned it, Sir. But first, you need to learn to be my good boy.’

His mouth opened wide as he made to scream, but I was prepared, of course. I slipped off my panties and stuffed them in his mouth, sealing over it with duct tape.

Sitting, I fetched my coffee and took a lengthy sip, watching him struggle until he tuckered himself out.

Silly sausage.

He’d learn, eventually.