Page 35 of Such a Bad Girl

However hot it was being ravaged by her, it wasmy turn.

Red rims marked my wrists beneath Bex’s tender touch. The cuff keys shook lightly in her fingers as those inky eyes fixed on me.

‘I’m trusting you,’ Bex said, her voice wavering, a glimpse back into the sweet girl she’d appeared to be.

Before I knew the real her.

‘All I want is to use the bathroom and have a hot shower.’

She bit her lower lip as the key slipped into the lock with a metallic click. Her face softened as I added, ‘I promise.’

Fighting the urge to yank my wrist from her hand as the cuff opened, I smiled.

‘There, that’s much better.’ Stretching out my arms felt fucking amazing after days in the same position.

Having my freedom back made my pulse spike, my fingers itching to dive into Bex’s hair and pin her to the bed, returning the days’ worth of torture she’d given me.

Soon.

The wall full of my life stared at me as I sat on the toilet, each picture an extraction from a time longgone. A testament to her dedication. While convention told me to run far, far away, I couldn’t help but feel cherished by her obsession.

The shower was every bit as useless as block showers tended to be, but standing beneath the hot stream felt like a luxury after days of being washed like a patient.

I groaned as I soaped myself up, my nose filling with the lemony scent that so often followed Bex around. Memories of her panting above me hit, her needy sighs and wanton looks. Yet, pursuing this relationship was like loading my own pockets with lava.

Bex would either bring the heat or incinerate my life completely.

By the time I exited the bathroom, having put on my clean clothes, Bex had put fresh sheets on the bed and pushed it back next to the window. A neat blonde plait lay against her spine, making her look like butter wouldn’t melt. She wore a pale blouse tucked into a sage green skirt, those curved thighs of hers begging to be split.

‘Do you feel better?’ she asked, her voice in a lilting sing-song that made my chest squeeze.

‘Almost.’

Walking up behind her, I traced my fingers over her shoulder, her blouse blocking me fromaccessing her skin. Bex tipped her head, eyes turning to look at me.

‘You’re wearing too many clothes,’ I growled as I turned her, roughly pushing her back against the wall. The blouse was silky soft as I gripped it in one hand and tore it open.

Bex’s eyes widened before I flipped her to face the wall and hauled the shirt off, using the material to secure her hands behind her back.

‘Henry,’ she squealed, tugging at the makeshift bond. I threaded my hand through her hair and forced her head back until she gave a weak cry.

‘It’s Sir to you.’ I licked my way along her exposed neck. My pretty little thing hadn’t even worn a bra. ‘And you’ve been a very, very bad girl.’

‘Please,’ she begged as I reached between her and the wall, capturing a nipple between my thumb and the edge of my finger and pinching hard.

‘There will be no mercy,’ I said, before sinking my teeth into the back of her neck, biting viciously as she squirmed beneath my touch. A quiver stole over her as I left my mark on my girl, exactly as she’d done to me.

Pulling back, I admired my work. The ring of red teeth prints stark against her soft skin.

‘You look good with my marks on you, Rebecca. It suits you.’ Leaning forward, I traced my tongueover the indents, loving the way it made her whimper.

She pulled back, trying to escape my hold. My laughter rang out as she tripped over my feet, my hand in her hair the only thing stopping her from falling hard. I guided her to the floor before forcing her legs open, pulling aside her panties and forcing two fingers deep inside her.

Her body bucked, hips arching at the sudden invasion.

‘What are you?’ I demanded, twisting my fingers to graze her inner walls.

She writhed, her face pressed to the floor, hesitating.

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