Page 8 of Vengeful Valentine

He didn’t want to join her, but he decided it best to play along…for now. He wanted to eat, to have a bit of fun while she was willing. It would make it all the more thrilling when the night shifted.

Carefully adjusting his dick into his waistband so that she didn’t notice, Kristoff stood haphazardly from the recliner. He walked up behind Ashmine, binding her in his arms.

She was tookind. Toostupid. Tooinnocent.

Even with all of herirritatinghabits, he was grateful he had chosen her.

She was curvy, small,weak. He felt larger than life wrapped around her.

He still remembered the day she approached him, her first day at the university, all innocent and doe-eyed asking him for help around the campus.

It was only a few days after he had learned he would need to sacrifice a woman to become amemberof their university’s underground society. He had already been taking what he wanted from women for years, but he hadn’t killed any.Yet.

And then she had practically fallen into his lap. A girl with no apparent family, hotter than sin, and an idiot to boot.

The plan had formed instantaneously. Except, she was too sexy for him to not sink his dick into her sweet little pussy at least once before killing her.

And when she called him professor? Well, he hadn’t let her call him anything else since.

In some ways luring women to him was his favorite part and once he had his mind made up on one he wanted, he couldn’t rest until he had her. But Ashmine was different than his previous obsessions. As he continued to stalk her, he realized she wouldn’t go for just a fling, that he would need to take it a step further.

It had taken him longer than he expected, but after a little over a year, he managed to establish arelationshipwith her and here they were six months after that. How he had managed to not soak his dick with her yet was a mystery, but it wasn’t for lack of trying.

Unfortunately, every time he had discerned to simplytakewhat he wanted, she always managed to accidentally evade him.

A girl’s trip. A car alarm. A nosey neighbor asking him too many questions.

Why was he outside her house so late at night? Wasn’t he a professor?

Kristoff had wanted to smash the man’s face in, hersupposedneighbor.

To him, the stranger looked more like a criminal than Kristoff did.

“Professor,” Ashmine kvetched, wriggling free from him again.

He let her but vowed it would be the last time she would escape his hold.

He didn’t show any of his inner grievances, instead choosing to lower onto the wobbly chair at the table.

Between their food was a vase. A bouquet of dark purple flowers placed neatly inside. Ashmine had brought them in shortly after they arrived, stating how they matched her hair.

Foolish girl. I might be kind enough to throw them on you when I bury you out here.

She took up her spot across from him, beaming at him sweetly.

“Dig in!” She egged him on, watching him expectantly.

He did as she requested. Taking a bite, he had to contain himself at the overly salty flavor.

How did she fuck up pasta? It’s fucking alfredo sauce and boxed noodles with pre-cooked chicken.

Fuck I can’t wait to be done with this charade, and then I can become a member and get all the pussy I want.

“It’s good,” he commented after a few minutes, finishing the entire bowl as quickly as he could muster.

“So fast, you’ll get a stomachache.” Her typical air-headed voice swapped to a different tone. It was monotone. Lifeless.

“Ashmine?” he questioned.

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