Page 6 of Such a Bad Girl (Hot Creeps #5)

REBECCA

The library, with its dusty corners and dimly lit shelves, had become something of a sanctuary for me.

When the girls were busy—often, seeing as they both had a million extracurriculars—I studied late into the night.

My flask cup kept me topped up with at least lukewarm coffee for most of the night, and the librarian had taken to overlooking the snacks I’d surreptitiously popped from my bag into my mouth one by one.

We’d come to some sort of unspoken truce, the librarian and I, after her mirth at my terror. Making an ass of myself had softened her a touch. She’d give me a nod as she went for her break, but otherwise, we mostly sat in comfortable silence.

Of course, other students flitted in and out, a warm trickle of bodies that gave the old space life.

Books had always welcomed me in times of solitude.

They waited to capture me in their pages, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me through their tales when I was too busy for my own.

I’d spent everything focusing on getting to Willem College, and in doing so, I’d foregone so many adventures of my own.

The page before me swam as I lost my concentration to the memory of the previous day. Professor Montgomery, Henry, had pinned me to the wall, and I’d nearly lost my mind. The stares in class had been impossible to ignore, but his following me down after the lecture had come as a surprise.

Albeit, not an unwelcome one.

Because he’d been right. I wanted him as much as he professed to want me.

Chills had taken over my every nerve as he’d dropped his lips to mine.

Close. So fucking close to kissing me. Locking lips with my professor was, intellectually, a bad idea, of course.

The price could be too high for both of us.

But the same way his eyes dragged over me when he lectured, I’d gone through a million dirty fantasies with him.

Imagining him on his knees in front of the class, his head buried between my thighs, had made me lose half a page of notes on multiple occasions.

Fantasising about him was the last thing I should be doing. I needed to stay focused on my goal.

With a sigh, I concentrated until the words on the page made sense again.

My back ached by the time the librarian gave me a nod, heading off to her office for what I presumed was a vat of coffee to keep her awake. A few tables still held other weary students, looking as bleary-eyed as I felt. The warmth of the ancient heating system often lulled me halfway to sleep.

Standing, I stretched, feeling my lower back crack as I attempted to get the blood moving again.

A quick walk through the stacks often did the trick.

After that first night, I’d failed to hear anything that might send me screaming again.

Just thousands of dusty books. I adored walking through the aisles, letting my finger drift from spine to spine while imagining all the people who’d held each book before me.

Admiring their fading covers and gold-filled lettering.

A catacomb of forgotten texts. Some, of course, were still used, but most were long outdated by the scholars and books who came after.

Closing my eyes, I inhaled, the scent of aging paper filling my nostrils .

Peace.

Truly, a walk through the corridors of stories and knowledge centred me. Feeling a renewed sense of clarity, I turned to head back to my table. But something to my left glittered on the floor, near the base of a bookshelf. It lay deeper into the stacks, barely visible.

My brows knitted as I looked around, but there was nothing to see or hear but the silver glint.

My curiosity piqued, and I made my way to it, stooping with a smile as I recognised the item. Grandmother’s pen.

The spark of joy lasted only a second before a warm hand fit over my mouth from behind and dragged me into the depths.

Kicking and turning proved ineffective against the person’s bulk, the arms around me like bands of solid steel. The pen dropped with a clatter and the man holding me stilled before thrusting me against a bookcase.

My chest thundered as I struggled, but a breathy voice growled in my ear. ‘Make one more noise and I’ll gag that pretty mouth of yours with your wet panties. Shoving them down far enough that you won’t be able to yell.’

I tried to say ‘Get off,’ but the hot palm over my mouth swallowed the words.

Pinned between the shelves and a hard body, I had little choice but to comply.

A hand grasped my hip, pinching hard before pressing upward, exploring my curves. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I swallowed a scream.

‘Bex,’ he groaned.

I relaxed against him. ‘Professor?’

‘Who else were you expecting?’ There was a heated jealousy beneath his words that had my cheeks heating.

‘No one. But we can’t. You know that.’ His fingers slid down my top, under my bra, and pinched the hardening nipple he found. A gasp tore from me at the bite of pain that washed quickly with pleasure.

‘Tell me you want me to stop.’

I didn’t. I ground back against the hardness pressing into my ass.

‘You’re a fucking temptress, Bex. You’ve been taunting me since the moment you walked into my class.

’ Releasing my mouth, he grabbed my ponytail, pulling my head harshly to the side, his words hot against my ear.

‘I’ve stood outside your window and watched you grind on your hand to some other boy, night after night, and I’m here to show you that you deserve more.

My fingers should be the ones making you squirm. ’

‘You don’t under?—’

Rendered mute by the thrusting of his hand beneath my skirt, my words died in a guttural moan.

‘Fucking soaked already,’ he said, pushing my panties down until they slid to the floor.

I couldn’t help it. Him snatching what he wanted had my temperature soaring. The obsession. The need. The taking. I was a goner.

‘This is mine,’ he growled as he circled my clit, sending hot flushes dancing from my head to my toes. ‘Say it.’

‘No,’ I whimpered, betraying myself as my eyes rolled and pleasure overtook reason.

‘Oh, my dirty obsession. You will tell me it’s mine before I make you come all over my fingers.’ A dangerous growl threaded through his words, sending a shiver of warning through me.

Hitching my skirt high, he kicked my legs apart, one of my thighs lifting high against his.

Spread open and trapped, I was utterly at his mercy.

Short of screaming for help, and being caught spread open with my teacher's fingers soaked with my desire, there was little I could do but take his touches.

Stars danced with each stroke of his devilish fingers.

Our breath caught in a mingle of growing desperation, his hips arching against my ass with increased ferocity.

My face pressed into the aging books, my sweat staining their spines as he expertly made my body tremble.

I wouldn’t be able to hold out for long.

He was using his position of authority over me.

And it made me quake with need.

Knowing he shouldn’t be touching me, but that he couldn’t help himself, was a heady drug.

I felt irresistible.

‘Please,’ I whispered against the books. ‘I need more.’

But he didn’t give me more. The divine circles on my clit slowed instead.

‘Henry,’ I demanded. ‘Please?’

‘Say your cunt belongs to me and I’ll fill it up.’

Not yet.

I panted as he continued the maddeningly slow pace, enough to have my knees buckling, but not enough to drive me over the edge. All the while, he ground against my ass, his length thick and solid behind me, growing hotter by the second.

I wanted it all.

‘Fuck me,’ I breathed, half commanding and half begging.

‘No.’

I stifled a cry as he thrust his fingers inside me, spreading me impossibly wide, pain mingling with intense pleasure. He curled them against my inner walls, and I lost all sense. Nothing in the world mattered except that one delicious spot where he taunted me.

‘Whose.’ Thrust . ‘Is.’ Thrust . ‘This?’

‘Yours,’ I said in a torrent of emotion.

‘There’s a good girl,’ he growled, dropping his grip on my hair to double the sensation between my thighs.

Heat flushed my chest as he thrust into me with one hand while circling my swollen clit with the other.

I rested my head back against his shoulder, his teeth grazing my neck.

Trembles stole over me, his thick muscles all that stopped me from collapsing to the floor.

A tight coil formed in my core, need spiralling with every harsh thrust of his fingers.

‘Come for me, Bex. Soak me.’

I had little choice. With my pulse thundering, I gave in to his fingers, letting the divine pleasure take hold of me. Surrendering entirely to it.

‘There’s only one thing you’ll want when I’m done with you.’

‘What?’ I moaned, pleasure peaking.

‘More.’

Control slipped, and I fell over the edge, coming hard, my body pulsating around his hands. I bit my lip to stop the whole fucking library from hearing my cries.

‘Mine,’ he growled, not letting up as the first wave passed, demanding more from me.

Pleasure turned to overwhelming heat, and I struggled against him, but he didn’t stop the onslaught against my cunt, pressing me harshly against the shelves and fucking his pleasure against my ass.

His grunts and moans sent me spiralling, and I fell into an aftershock of desire, my body clenching and succumbing as he tensed against me.

‘Fuck, Bex,’ he gasped in my ear as his thrusting ceased. ‘You made me come in my pants, you dirty little slut. I’m going to make you pay for that.’

I had barely caught a breath before he twisted me around and forced me to my knees, one hand holding my hair in a wince-inducing grip.

‘Open your mouth,’ he said. For the first time since he pinned me, I saw his face. Red flushed his cheeks, and a large, wet stain darkened his slacks. Why did I find his loss of control so hot?

Opting to give him an illusion of power, I opened my mouth, sliding my tongue out like a dog begging for scraps.

‘Fuck,’ he growled, those green eyes darkening.

‘Lick. Them. Clean.’

He held out his desire-soaked fingers, and I pressed my tongue against them with tantalisingly slow care, gathering my wetness on my tongue while he watched .

‘Like this?’ I whimpered, widening my eyes and flashing my lashes at him.

And with a groan he fell, hook, line and sinker.

‘You’re bad,’ he said as he pushed his fingers into my mouth, fucking them against my tongue as I choked. ‘I don’t want to see you touching that cunt of mine again. Got it?’

‘Hello?’ The librarian's voice rang out, and panic filled my chest.

Henry didn’t look in the slightest perturbed, simply wiping his saliva-covered fingers over my chest with a grin.

‘See you in class, Bex.’

I grabbed my panties the minute he stepped away, balling them in my hand and rising to my feet as the librarian rounded the corner.

Straightening my skirt, I cleared my throat.

‘So sorry, I got distracted by the books again.’

The older woman’s eyes narrowed, looking from my hair to my heated cheeks and to my thighs. A moment of doubt crossed her face before she turned and said, ‘Don’t forget your pen.’

Stooping, I grabbed it, glancing down and seeing the sheen of lust coating my thighs.

Oh god.

With my face burning and my body feeling weak, I headed back to my table. Pouting, because Henry still hadn’t kissed me.