Page 24 of Such a Bad Girl
Holding the pained spot, I lurched toward Bex, who stepped back. An empty syringe hung from her fingertips, while a wicked smile danced on her lips.
‘It’s about time, Henry.’
‘Who—’ My words failed me as I lashed out at her. But my arms were useless, like overcooked spaghetti.
Tripping over my own feet, I dropped to the floor, landing with a crack. My eyes blurred as she stood beside me, grinning.
The last thing I saw was her red-coated thighs.
Fuck.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
REBECCA
As hot as his thick,muscled body was, it made Henry a pain to move. Scooping him under the arms, I dragged him toward the bed, sweat soaking my spine.
‘Holy crap, Henry, what are you made of? Fucking steel?’
By the time I’d hauled him to the bedroom, I was dripping with sweat. Thank god he was knocked out. I didn’t need him seeing me scooting him while puffing like a beached whale.
Dropping him on the floor, I stretched out my back, wiping my slick forehead on the back of my arm.
It would be easier to pull the bed toward him. Plus, it would stop him from being so close to the window. At least, being in a renovated building, theold walls were thicker than the newer dorms. They should muffle him when he wakes up and likely yells like an angry little banshee.
How the heck to get him on the bed?
Squatting next to him, I tried to shove him up the edge. No luck. He flopped half on top of me, his dead weight knocking the breath from my lungs.
Fuck-a-duck. All my years of planning and I’m foiled by getting his hot ass onto my bed.
‘C’mon baby,’ I huffed, propping him against the bed and climbing onto it. I looped my arms under his and pulled. Fucking hell, I nearly popped a blood vessel.
My shoulders burned as I tugged his limp form, but there was movement. Digging my knees into the mattress, I fought against gravity and finally, with a grunt, defeated it.
Once his shoulders and back were on the bed, it was easy enough to tumble his legs on.
‘There we are, sweetie. Right where you belong. We’re going to have so much fun.’
Henry remained utterly out of it.
Disappointing.
The click of the handcuffs filled the room as I opened the set. All four.
Sitting beside his comatose form, I danced my fingers down his shirt, opening each buttonone by one. Dirt, rain, and a dash of blood coated his clothing. A reminder of what he’d taken.
Taken before he was supposed to.
But I’d right that wrong soon enough.
When he loved me.
I stripped him of all but his boxer shorts, delighting at the way he twitched beneath the graze of my nails across his hidden dick.
His body understood, even if his mind didn’t.
Yet.
