Page 11 of Such a Bad Girl

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.

CHAPTER SEVEN

HENRY

Rebecca hadn’t cometo class.

Worry coiled around me as I checked the clock for the fiftieth time in the lecture, utterly distracted by the Rebecca-shaped gap in the front row.

I’d pushed too far. What if she’d gone straight to the dean rather than coming to the lecture? I could kiss my job, and my daily access to my obsession, goodbye.

Rubbing my hand over the back of my collar, I wrapped up the lesson in what was probably incoherent babble. I’d been no use as a teacher the minute that hot little distraction had sauntered into my life. One class to go and I’d track her down and tell her exactly how much she was affecting me.

She should know. God, she’d made me come in my fucking pants just from the dirty little moans shegave. I hadn’t even made it inside her. My balls ached at the memory of their proximity to her hot, wet pussy. Fuck, I knew she’d suck me in and take everything I gave her.

Bex hadn’t screamed.

The police hadn’t come knocking at my door.

Yet, she wasn’t in class, and her absence was ripping my nerves to shreds.

Students rose, their chatter bubbling, but a prickle of awareness turned my gaze to the door. There she stood, cool as ice. With a self-assured lean, she waited by the door for the room to empty, before closing it behind her.

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