Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Just long enough to make sure he doesn’t go to the police before I have what I need to frame him.
He can’t go to the cops if he thinks it was her. Passion was the youngest student he fucked with—an advanced student, only 16 years old. The law might consider her of consenting age, but I have a strong hunch the university faculty would feel differently if they found out about it.
It’s only a temporary smokescreen, so it doesn’t have to hold up.
Eventually, I want the fucker to know it was me.
Just not until I’m ready.
Besides, I’d like to use it against Sophie for now, see what I can make her do to protect the slimy fuck.
I put Sophie’s clothes on the mattress, and when she doesn’t wake up, I take a seat and reach out a hand to caress her face.
Her eyes open and her sleepy gaze meets mine. Confusion briefly causes her brow to furrow as she looks around, trying to figure out where she is, maybe even why she's somewhere she doesn't recognize.
I watch as realization settles over her and the unguarded moment comes to an abrupt end.
She realizes she's naked and clutches the blanket against her tits, but then she realizes it's her professor's blanket, and her alarmed gaze shoots back to mine.
"I need you to get dressed so we can leave," I tell her.
I watch her try to process everything. She looks lost as she releases the blanket and sits up.
Her lovely tits beckon me. I want to grab her and climb on top of her. I want to fuck her again already, even though I know she was a virgin, and I should probably leave her alone for the rest of the night.
"What's... I don't..." She rubs her eyes, then looks around the room again.
"It's time to go," I tell her, taking her hand.
Her gaze jumps to my hand covering hers. She still looks reluctant, but she lets me tug her toward the edge of the bed.
"Get dressed," I say, kissing the back of her hand before releasing it. "We're leaving."
This time, she manages to stand and stretch. I admire the view as she does, and continue to watch her as she pulls on her panties. I relish knowing she must still feel me between her legs, coating the inside of her pussy. I can't wait to take her home and clean her up before we go to bed.
Once she's dressed, she looks around for her coat. I hold it up for her, and she's startled when I help her into it.
"Thank you," she murmurs, her gaze not meeting mine.
I grab the back of her neck and pull her in, kissing her pretty lips as she gasps, then draping her scarf around her neck. "You're welcome."
She looks around as we leave the room, paranoid that we're leaving something behind.
I made no effort whatsoever to fix the bed, and I smirk imagining his horror when he comes home to find her virgin blood and my cum all over his bedsheets.
Fucker.
I lead Sophie out to my black BMW. She's so fogged from everything I've done to her tonight, she doesn't even think to object until I open the passenger side door for her.
A frown of confusion flickers across her face. She looks back at her beat-up Honda. “I drove myself tonight.”
"You're going home with me," I tell her.
"I can't. I can't just leave my car here."
"We're not leaving your car."
Her eyebrows rise, but before she can ask, a tall dark-haired man emerges from the driver's side of a car parked in the street.
He must trigger her prey instincts because fear leaps to Sophie's gaze and she unconsciously moves closer to me for protection.
"He's all right," I assure her. "He's with me. He's going to drive your car back to your dorm.”
“I don’t want him to take my car home for me. I want to take it there myself. I want to go home.”
“You’re going home with me tonight, Sophie. End of discussion.”
“Silvan…”
I hold out my hand. “Give me your keys and wait for me in the car."
She looks uncertain and more than a little unhappy, but I can tell she’s wary of another man being here. Especially one who came at my behest.
To me, it’s crazy she even imagines I would ever let another man hurt her, but I take advantage of her old fears for now because it makes her capitulate to my demands much easier.
She hands me her keys, then gets into my car without further protest.
Dare hangs back while I get Sophie in the car, then approaches when he sees I'm finished. We meet behind her car in the driveway, and I hand over the keys.
"Thanks, man. I appreciate your help."
"Anytime," he says wryly.
“I owe you one.”
“Aren’t we up to two now?” he shoots back, his tone light enough, but I know it’s no joke. He’s keeping track, and someday he’ll cash in on every favor he’s owed.