Page 22 of Such a Bad Girl (Hot Creeps #5)
REBECCA
Nerves had me shifting from foot to foot in line. Mom and Dad sat in the crowd, and seeing them at Willem felt strangely alien
I scanned the sea of faces, searching for the only one I really wanted to see.
Henry .
After three years of skulking around together, it was finally almost time to tell the world he was mine .
But where was he?
‘Rebecca Benson,’ the caller announced.
My breath shook as I took a step out onto the stage, heels clipping against the polished wood. The full height red velvet curtains towered behind the selection of staff. Henry had been in the procession earlier, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Plastering on a smile on my face, I shook hands with the Chancellor and Vice-Chancellor and accepted my diploma with a brief exchange.
My face heated as I descended the stairs and tucked myself around the corner to stem the sting of tears.
It wasn't like Henry was my boyfriend in public. I shouldn’t care so much.
But I did.
A warm hand clamped over my mouth and yanked me back, my cap tumbling to the floor as I let out a tiny squeak.
‘Look at you, my slutty graduate,’ Henry whispered, his teeth grazing my neck. ‘I’m so proud of you.’
‘I thought you’d left,’ I murmured, tipping my head back against his shoulder as he continued to place sweet little kisses beneath my ear.
‘There isn’t a single place in the entire world I’d rather be. You’re my everything, Bex.’
Turning, I kissed him amongst the dancing dust motes.
‘Were you watching?’ I asked between heady kisses.
‘Every single step.’ Henry ran his hands through my hair, tugging softly to make me grin. ‘And I brought you a gift.’
Fishing a small box from his pocket, he held it out for me. Shining a deep scarlet and tied with a pretty gold bow.
‘Is it a ring? You haven’t even taken me on a proper date yet, Mr Montgomery.’
‘Only because you won’t be seen in public with me.’
‘Mmm, well, you’re the one dragging me…’ I looked around. I could hear the procession of names being called still from somewhere to my left. ‘Wait, where are we?’
‘On stage, baby girl. Don’t you recognise the curtains?’
‘Henry,’ I gasped. ‘We shouldn’t be here.’
‘Shh. Open your gift.’
The bow was silken beneath my fingers as I tugged on one of the loose ends, letting it fall to the floor. Beneath the lid sat a house key, gleaming silver.
‘Live with me,’ Henry murmured as I stroked one finger over the metal. ‘I’ve spent so many days without you. I want to wake up with you next to me every single day.’
Emotion welled, and I bit my lip to stem the tears.
‘Not worried I’ll cuff you to your bed again?’
Henry’s eyes crinkled at the corners, making me melt. ‘I’m counting on it.’
Our lips met in a torrent of need as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. His fingers slid under my gown, finding no resistance.
‘No panties, Ms Benson? he groaned, his dick thickening against me.
‘You love it so much when I’m bare in lectures. I thought you’d like it on stage too.’
‘You’re right.’
Henry turned me roughly toward the curtains, lifting my gown and forcing himself deep inside me. I tried to stifle my moan, knowing that students, parents and staff stood on the other side.
Henry pulled one leg high and thrust, his teeth grazed my neck as pleasure coiled tight within me. His strokes were unrefined. Rough. Hard.
Everything I needed.
‘Do you know how easy it would be to push us through those curtains?’ Henry rasped. ‘Show everyone how much you love being stuffed full of your professor's cock?’
‘God, I love it. So fucking much.’
‘I know you do, you little filth monger.’ Pleasure built in quickening waves, my cheeks flushed hot, the muffled ceremony still droning behind the aging curtains..
The house key pressed an imprint into my hand, its tiny sting heightening the heady rush of being fucked on the edge of discovery .
If those curtains opened, Henry would be fired. I’d be disgraced.
The mere thought had me on the edge of orgasm.
‘That’s it, my bad girl. Come for your professor. It’s the last time you’ll get to.’
Sticky fingers clamped over my mouth as I came in a panting, moaning mess. Henry followed with a harsh jerk of his hips and a pulse of heat flooding between my thighs.
As his fingers slid to my throat, feeling my pulse as he so loved to do, I reached into the bag I hidden beneath my gown.
‘I have a gift for you too, Sir,’ I whispered, enjoying the way his fingers dug against my throat.
‘Mmm?’ He murmured, dazed.
I turned, and in one swift movement, plunged the needle into the side of his neck.
‘Ow!’ He flinched, clutching the spot. ‘Bex, what the fuck?’
It took only a moment for the sedative to affect his muscles, sending him stumbling. I lowered him to his back, pants round his ankles, and that gloriously pierced dick on show.
‘Darling,’ I whispered, leaning over to kiss him. ‘I’ll see you at home.’
Leaving the syringe by his head, I stood above him, letting his hot cum splatter onto his angry face .
‘You can’t leave me here like this,’ he hissed, limbs twitching with barely restrained fury.
‘Don’t worry sweetie, it’s a low dose. You’ll be up within the hour.’
‘You’d better fucking run.’ The growl in his voice still made my heart flutter.
‘Oh, I will.’
‘It’s a good thing I love you, you unhinged, filthy little slut.’
‘Catch me if you can, Sir.’
I left the stage, fingers grazing the electronic curtain pull, temptation sparking in my chest.