Page 4 of Such a Bad Girl (Hot Creeps #5)

HENRY

Cobwebs coated my hair as I squeezed myself through the old grate in the cupboard at the back of the library.

‘I’m too old for this,’ I berated myself as the evening air hit me with an autumnal bite. Straightening up, I heard my back click.

Damn, I’m too late.

A campus transport bus trundled Rebecca away from me toward her apartment.

I should go home and shower. Get the dust and grime off, and stop sneaking around like a weirdo. But I barely saw her that week. Our lectures together covered four hours most weeks, and I didn’t think she’d noticed me at all.

Why should she notice you?

Because she’d stolen every waking fucking thought from me, and if she didn’t see me soon, I was going to make her. Risk everything and let her know how she affected me. Without a solid nod that she wouldn’t run straight to the dean, it could cost me my job, my career, all of it.

So I didn’t go home. No, I let her draw me to her like a moth to a flame, finding myself staring through her window yet again.

Rebecca pottered around, putting things away before heading into what I assumed was the bathroom.

I’d never actually investigated student accommodation at Willem enough to know for sure.

Shifting foot to foot, I waited. The cold had me shoving my hands deep into my pockets, fighting off the numbness that gripped them.

Still, I waited.

Since the moment she’d walked into my classroom, my life had become a series of blissful moments and painful waits. My soul roiled every moment she wasn’t within my eyeline. And when she was? It was worse. My pulse became erratic, my back sweaty, my focus all but deserted me.

There was only her.

Her sweet smile.

Those dark eyes.

Her maddening thighs.

By the time she walked back into the bedroom, her skin slick with water—droplets I wanted to lick—and wrapped in a towel, I itched for her.

Rebecca flopped onto the bed, not bothering to close her curtains, and let her towel fall open. The sight of her hit me right between the eyes, rendering me unable to move. Unable to breathe. Lost entirely in her expanse of exposed flesh.

Heaven. From the swell of her tits to those grabbable thighs, I wanted to devour every inch.

I hung back from the window, just far enough to be shadowed.

Yet every muscle in my body screamed to rip the window from its frame and climb in.

To cover her body with my own and make her need me.

I’d been with enough women to know that the need that gripped me wasn’t normal.

In other relationships, I’d never spied through their windows in the middle of the night.

She’d bewitched me.

Her thighs fell open as she pressed a hand between them, and I bit back a groan. I’d chop off my right fucking arm to be between her legs. To smell her. To taste her. To worship her.

She shouldn’t need to touch herself when I was so keen to do it for her.

Chest rising, nipples hardening, she writhed on the bed. Lost in her, I cursed the cold. My dick was practically bursting from my pants, but the numbness rendered my hands useless. So I watched. And I waited.

Need coursed through me like poison, marking every part of me for her. Desperation bled from my every pore. I was desperate for my obsession to look at me. To come moaning my name.

When she stopped, I craned to see what she was doing. Ass up, she hunted through a box beside the bed. A box of photographs. I couldn’t get close enough to see what they depicted. Maybe a boy? Some high school love.

Was there some long-distance boyfriend she mooned over in my class?

Jealousy heated my face as she turned over, holding the picture in front of her while sliding two fingers into her wet little cunt. The view weakened me. Even my jealousy couldn’t overcome the absolute awe I had as I watched her pump herself with vigour.

‘Don’t worry, Rebecca,’ I whispered. ‘I’ll fill you so fucking good you’ll forget all about him.’

Fingers were no match for the plans I had for her. I intended to explore her body until I conquered it entirely. Until she forgot all about the loser in her photographs and only had eyes for me.

A chuckle escaped as I imagined forcing her to her knees, the photos scattered, her past drowned in my hot cum. She’d thank me while licking my mess from the face of her lover, fingering her cunt all the while.

I’d desecrate her past the way she’d come in and desecrated my future.