Page 19 of Such a Bad Girl (Hot Creeps #5)

HENRY

We lay in a sticky mess, catching our breath while watching a sun patch from the gap between the curtains cross the ceiling.

‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ I asked, grazing my fingers through the blonde strands of her hair as best I could from my still shackled position.

‘Tell you?’ Bex murmured, twisting her sweet face to look at me.

‘That you wanted to be together.’

‘Don’t you think you would have run away at the first inkling that I’d been following you for years? That my obsession with you would be too much to handle?’ Her fingers danced along the valley of my stomach, still slick with our combined juices.

Even with giving in to her, letting her ride me until we both came apart, I wasn’t convinced it was wise to stick around. Bex was a whole new level of wild.

Yet… the thought of walking away made my hair stand on end. Leaving her to another? Unimaginable.

‘How do you see this working?’ I asked. ‘Where do we go from here?’

‘Although I only took this course to get close to you, I’ve worked my ass off to get here. I want to finish college. I know that being together isn’t really possible in the meantime. Not properly. Maybe not even for a while after that.’

‘So you want to be my dirty little secret?’ I ached to turn over and take her in my arms. To scoop her up while we spoke.

‘Or perhaps you’ll be my dirty little secret, Professor. Either way, I can’t keep you locked up forever.’ Bex gave a pout before breaking into a laugh. ‘Much to my disappointment.’

God. Even the way she smiled had my stomach in knots. I adored being the centre of her attention.

‘You like risks,’ I pointed out.

‘Mhm. Don’t you?’

Before her, I would have said no. Not at work. But having her beneath my desk had blown my mind, and every other part of me. ‘With you, I do.’

‘Then we spend the next few years one-upping each other until we either get kicked out or I graduate.’

‘And if you tire of me?’ Perhaps having me wouldn’t prove as exciting as it had been in her mind. The unavailable had proven a more potent draw than when she had full access.

‘Henry, I’ll never tire of you. Because you are just like me, deep down. A perverted fuck.’

Already inklings of future games flew into my head.

Seeing her in class squirming from a butt plug or remote-controlled vibe.

Making her wear a skirt with no panties after fucking her right before class, watching her slide around in my cum while trying to concentrate.

Using a signal to make her spread for me to give me a full view of her perfect cunt.

Bex had well and truly suckered me in.

‘You’re right,’ I whispered, wrapping my fingers in her hair and tugging tightly ‘Now, when are you letting me shower?’

‘Sick of the cloth and bucket?’ Bex asked, her eyes glittering.

Sick of having no control.

However hot it was being ravaged by her, it was my turn .

Red rims marked my wrists beneath Bex’s tender touch. The cuff keys shook lightly in her fingers as those inky eyes fixed on me.

‘I’m trusting you,’ Bex said, her voice wavering, a glimpse back into the sweet girl she’d appeared to be.

Before I knew the real her.

‘All I want is to use the bathroom and have a hot shower.’

She bit her lower lip as the key slipped into the lock with a metallic click. Her face softened as I added, ‘I promise.’

Fighting the urge to yank my wrist from her hand as the cuff opened, I smiled.

‘There, that’s much better.’ Stretching out my arms felt fucking amazing after days in the same position.

Having my freedom back made my pulse spike, my fingers itching to dive into Bex’s hair and pin her to the bed, returning the days’ worth of torture she’d given me.

Soon .

The wall full of my life stared at me as I sat on the toilet, each picture an extraction from a time long gone. A testament to her dedication. While convention told me to run far, far away, I couldn’t help but feel cherished by her obsession.

The shower was every bit as useless as block showers tended to be, but standing beneath the hot stream felt like a luxury after days of being washed like a patient.

I groaned as I soaped myself up, my nose filling with the lemony scent that so often followed Bex around. Memories of her panting above me hit, her needy sighs and wanton looks. Yet, pursuing this relationship was like loading my own pockets with lava.

Bex would either bring the heat or incinerate my life completely.

By the time I exited the bathroom, having put on my clean clothes, Bex had put fresh sheets on the bed and pushed it back next to the window.

A neat blonde plait lay against her spine, making her look like butter wouldn’t melt.

She wore a pale blouse tucked into a sage green skirt, those curved thighs of hers begging to be split.

‘Do you feel better?’ she asked, her voice in a lilting sing-song that made my chest squeeze.

‘Almost.’

Walking up behind her, I traced my fingers over her shoulder, her blouse blocking me from accessing her skin. Bex tipped her head, eyes turning to look at me.

‘You’re wearing too many clothes,’ I growled as I turned her, roughly pushing her back against the wall. The blouse was silky soft as I gripped it in one hand and tore it open.

Bex’s eyes widened before I flipped her to face the wall and hauled the shirt off, using the material to secure her hands behind her back.

‘Henry,’ she squealed, tugging at the makeshift bond. I threaded my hand through her hair and forced her head back until she gave a weak cry.

‘It’s Sir to you.’ I licked my way along her exposed neck. My pretty little thing hadn’t even worn a bra. ‘And you’ve been a very, very bad girl.’

‘Please,’ she begged as I reached between her and the wall, capturing a nipple between my thumb and the edge of my finger and pinching hard.

‘There will be no mercy,’ I said, before sinking my teeth into the back of her neck, biting viciously as she squirmed beneath my touch. A quiver stole over her as I left my mark on my girl, exactly as she’d done to me.

Pulling back, I admired my work. The ring of red teeth prints stark against her soft skin.

‘You look good with my marks on you, Rebecca. It suits you.’ Leaning forward, I traced my tongue over the indents, loving the way it made her whimper.

She pulled back, trying to escape my hold. My laughter rang out as she tripped over my feet, my hand in her hair the only thing stopping her from falling hard. I guided her to the floor before forcing her legs open, pulling aside her panties and forcing two fingers deep inside her.

Her body bucked, hips arching at the sudden invasion.

‘What are you?’ I demanded, twisting my fingers to graze her inner walls.

She writhed, her face pressed to the floor, hesitating.

‘A bad girl,’ she moaned.

‘Whose bad girl?’ I added another finger.

‘Yours,’ she whimpered, her eyes pinching closed as I toyed with her. ‘Your bad girl.’

She sighed as I tore my hand from her wet cunt and yanked her skirt up, slapping her ass with heavy strokes. The flesh pinked as she squirmed against the floor.

‘My sweet little psycho,’ I crooned, letting her take shaky breaths.

‘It hurts,’ Bex cried, tears pricking and running over her face.

‘Good.’ Lying my body over hers, I let my intrusive thoughts win, pressing my tongue over her salty cheek and consuming her tears. ‘Fuck, Bex. You make me want to be a terrible man.’

‘Show me,’ she whispered.

Sitting, I tore off her skirt and panties, seeing her splayed before me, naked except for the blouse still tangled around her wrists.

The little devil started to wriggle her way across the floor. I let her go. I unbuttoned my shirt without hurrying, enjoying the sight of her scraping herself against the wooden floorboards.

‘Oh, darling girl, there’s no escape for you.’

Rising, I stepped out of my pants and abandoned my shirt.

The soft moan she gave belied her attempt to get away, just as much as her slick, glistening pussy did.

‘Let me go,’ she hissed.

‘Once you’ve taken what you deserve. Once you’re covered in my teeth marks and fingerprints and bursting with my cum. Once I’ve exhausted that pretty little body of yours.’

My footsteps punctuated each word as I made my way to where she lay. With no gentleness, I hauled her onto her knees, her face against the floor and her pink ass to the ceiling.

I fought a tremble as I lined the metal tipped head of my dick with her entrance, loving the way her lips swelled already, as if looking to welcome me home.

Holding her hips tight, I rammed my cock fully inside her, my eyes rolling at the exquisite heat.

She choked out a sob, the sudden, metal-filled stretch so much for her barely fucked pussy to take all at once.

‘That’s it, Bex. Cry for me. Sob while I fill you up. If you get me hot enough with your pretty little tears, I might come before I get round to fucking this tight ass of yours.’

I pulled back to the tip before thrusting home, her whimper making my dick swell. God damn. Such a perfect toy. My own depraved fuck-doll.

Within a few strokes, her cries turned to heated moans, her body adjusting to my invasion.

Thwack.

I reddened her ass between thrusts, my hands growing as hot as her tender flesh.

She tried to drop her hips to the floor, panic and pain making her squirm away.

But there was nowhere for her to go. My hips followed hers, my dick finding her wetness no matter how she tried to evade me.

Our breathing grew laboured as we struggled in a war of pleasure and pain, of vengeance and lust.

She came in a puddle of sweat and tears, gripping me like a vice as I staved off my orgasm, not yet willing to be finished with her.

‘It’s too much,’ she whimpered as her body quaked, her eyes rolling as I flipped her onto her back, her arms caught beneath her.

I crushed my lips to hers, forcing myself back into her still quivering cunt while slipping my tongue into her mouth. The kiss was a frantic mess, all desperation as I claimed back what she’d taken from me. Using her as I pleased.

Bex’s skin grew wet beneath me as her body arched to allow space for her arms underneath her. I slid down her frame, cursing the emptiness as I moved from between her thighs. But my appetite for her had become feral, and I licked, kissed and bit her stomach.

Those tempting thighs of hers were impossible to resist. I sank my teeth into their perfectness, marking her as she cried once more.

‘Mine,’ I growled, bending her legs upward and pinning her with everything splayed for me.

‘Yours,’ she agreed, her eyes blazing as I surveyed her like a starving dog.

She’d probably expected me to slide my tongue over her slit, but I didn’t. I sank further, tasting the puckered flesh of her ass.

She tensed, bucking beneath me. My fingers turned white as I fought to hold her in place while tonguing her virgin asshole.

‘Henry! No.’

‘Oh yes.’ I said, between tongue strokes. ‘You’re going to pay for what you’ve done by taking a raw ass-fucking. Maybe you’ll think twice before drugging me next time.’

She let out a shaking breath as I pressed my face deep into her crease, forcing her to open for me.

A soft breath followed, and I thought I heard her whisper, ‘I doubt it.’