Page 41 of Such a Bad Girl

Plastering on a smile on my face, I shook handswith the Chancellor and Vice-Chancellor and accepted my diploma with a brief exchange.

My face heated as I descended the stairs and tucked myself around the corner to stem the sting of tears.

It wasn't like Henry was my boyfriend in public. I shouldn’t care so much.

But I did.

A warm hand clamped over my mouth and yanked me back, my cap tumbling to the floor as I let out a tiny squeak.

‘Look at you, my slutty graduate,’ Henry whispered, his teeth grazing my neck. ‘I’m so proud of you.’

‘I thought you’d left,’ I murmured, tipping my head back against his shoulder as he continued to place sweet little kisses beneath my ear.

‘There isn’t a single place in the entire world I’d rather be. You’re my everything, Bex.’

Turning, I kissed him amongst the dancing dust motes.

‘Were you watching?’ I asked between heady kisses.

‘Every single step.’ Henry ran his hands through my hair, tugging softly to make me grin. ‘And I brought you a gift.’

Fishing a small box from his pocket, he held itout for me. Shining a deep scarlet and tied with a pretty gold bow.

‘Is it a ring? You haven’t even taken me on a proper date yet, Mr Montgomery.’

‘Only because you won’t be seen in public with me.’

‘Mmm, well, you’re the one dragging me…’ I looked around. I could hear the procession of names being called still from somewhere to my left. ‘Wait, where are we?’

‘On stage, baby girl. Don’t you recognise the curtains?’

‘Henry,’ I gasped. ‘We shouldn’t be here.’

‘Shh. Open your gift.’

The bow was silken beneath my fingers as I tugged on one of the loose ends, letting it fall to the floor. Beneath the lid sat a house key, gleaming silver.

‘Live with me,’ Henry murmured as I stroked one finger over the metal. ‘I’ve spent so many days without you. I want to wake up with you next to me every single day.’

Emotion welled, and I bit my lip to stem the tears.

‘Not worried I’ll cuff you to your bed again?’

Henry’s eyes crinkled at the corners, making me melt. ‘I’m counting on it.’

Our lips met in a torrent of need as I wrappedmy arms around his shoulders. His fingers slid under my gown, finding no resistance.

‘No panties, Ms Benson? he groaned, his dick thickening against me.

‘You love it so much when I’m bare in lectures. I thought you’d like it on stage too.’

‘You’re right.’

Henry turned me roughly toward the curtains, lifting my gown and forcing himself deep inside me. I tried to stifle my moan, knowing that students, parents and staff stood on the other side.

Henry pulled one leg high and thrust, his teeth grazed my neck as pleasure coiled tight within me. His strokes were unrefined. Rough. Hard.

Everything I needed.

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