Page 17 of Such a Bad Girl (Hot Creeps #5)

HENRY

By Tuesday morning, my fight waned.

Somehow, I believed she really saw everything she did as her way of loving me.

Strangely, I felt it too.

Bex had obsessed over me for years, watching me from afar, planning to make me fall for her.

It was… flattering.

I hated to admit it, but having her want to possess me, like I’d craved her, made me feel special. If she was to be believed, she wasn’t some maniac who stalked guys. She stalked me.

Only me.

Even thinking that made me doubt myself.

But being stuck in a room with her had me falling deeper into her snare. Hours on end at her mercy, with nothing to look at but every inch of her perfect body.

Hell, she’d studied math to get into my course to lure me in. Sure, it was wild, but it showed dedication.

How do you hate a woman who loved you so completely that she saved herself for you while watching you date others?

A woman who would keep you captive to make you see the level of her devotion.

I hated myself for not hating her, despite claiming otherwise.

Bex was a devil, but one with a sugar-coated smile. A body to fucking die for with all her curves and soft skin.

Always ready and eager for me.

Barring the kidnap, she was perfect.

I lay contemplating everything as she slept softly, curled against my side, her sweet face pressed against my chest. Those flushed cheeks and sultry pink lips looked as if they belonged to an angel when she slept. No inkling of the terror she could wield.

Did wield.

My body ached from the days of torment, my balls heavier than I’d ever felt them. I hated my arms and legs being shackled, even with the extensions she’d added to allow me a little more freedom. Having her so close, yet unable to take her, burned.

Bex shifted against me, covering her mouth as she gave a tender yawn. Her eyes blinked open, focusing on me.

‘Morning, Henry.’

‘Morning.’

Busying herself, she got up and brought the wash basin, brushing my teeth and washing me.

‘Bex,’ I said, looking at her as she wiped the cloth over my collarbone. ‘I understand why you did it. It was all for me. I see it now.’

Tears welled in her eyes as she dropped the cloth, her warm hands scooping my jawline.

‘Really?’ she whispered.

The way she looked at me with utter devotion softened me. ‘Really.’

‘Tell me you love me.’

My pulse quickened. I’d never said it to a woman before. Not even my first girlfriend when I was young and stupid. The gravitas had never been right. Did saying it while chained to Bex’s bed feel right?

A kernel of warmth blossomed in my chest.

‘I love you, Bex. You’re crazy. I hate that you felt this was the only way I could love you. But… I see that this is a gift so few people ever get. To have you lo ve me enough to go to any length to be with me? That’s something unique. I need you.’

Two shining streaks cascaded down her cheeks, her eyes glittering as she searched my face.

‘I’ve dreamt about you saying that for so long, Henry. Years.’

‘So much time for me to make up for,’ I whispered as she dragged her lips over mine.

‘Yes, but you’ll be a good boy for me.’

No. I wouldn’t.

Because I wanted her.

Fuck, I even needed her.

But I’d make her pay for every minute she’d tormented me. She’d pay with that pretty mouth of hers. With her sweet, soft body. She’d cry and beg and scream before we’d be even.

And only then would we move forward.

When she’d paid her dues for believing she could take what she wanted.