Page 17 of Such a Bad Girl

I withdrew my hand and thrust the door closed in his face, hearing his deep sigh coming from behind the wood.

The shower was mediocre, as always.

The brush slid through my hair, which looked a light brown when wet rather than its usual blonde. I focused entirely on the mirror and pretended I had no idea that Henry lurked outside my window, the rain battering his sullen face.

Biting back a smile, I took out a pot of moisturiser and slathered the cold mousse over my legs. He stepped closer to the partially opened window as I worked the lotion into my legs, slowly working from toes to my upper thigh, circling and taunting.

Of course, he didn’t know I was putting on a show for him.

I moved on to my arms, rubbing until they gleamed. Dropping my towel, I caught sight of his reaction in the mirror, his hand moving out of view, his arm jerking.

My dirty professor.

He should know better.

My fingers slid over my tits, rubbing them as he practically fell apart outside. I turned to give him a full view of my ass, bending to gather the lotion and making sure he saw me rub it into every inch of my naked body.

Soon enough, his face contorted in either anger or orgasm, likely both. And I swallowed a giggle at his tortured expression.

He was barely functioning because of his obsession with me. It made me feel like a fucking goddess.

Would he worship me like one?

I pulled an oversized tee on, still pretending not to be aware of him.

He slid his hand in through the small gap in the window, and I held my breath. What the hell was he doing?

He wiped his hand over my pillow. Right where I slept.

It took everything not to turn around and stare. Instead, I opened a beer and gathered the photo scraps, tidying the mess I made.

By the time I returned to the bedroom, he was gone.

I inched over to the window and snapped it shut, locking the mechanism and pulling the thin curtains closed.

Only then did I inspect my pillow.

‘Oh, Henry,’ I said with a smile. ‘You disgusting man.’

My pillowcase was coated in cold, slippery cum. He’d left me a gift.

Giddy, I pulled back my covers and climbed into bed, using the spare pillow beneath my head and crushing the Henry-coated one between my thighs.

Moaning softly into the night, I pretended he was there with me. Touching me. Between my thighs.

His cum coated my naked pussy, a veritable unholy slip-and-slide of our combined desire by the time I was ready to sleep.

The level of depravity he showed caught me by surprise. A pleasant surprise. I’d had no idea how rotten he was beneath those dark-rimmed glasses and pretty face.

Let’s hope he was ready to sink to hell with me.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

HENRY

Sound reverberatedthrough the underground tunnels beneath the old library. Why they were originally built remained unknown, but they were neither maintained nor used.

Or so I thought.

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