Page 4 of Vengeful Valentine

And so eventually the case was closed.

Chapter 1

Kristoff

Four Years Later

Kristoff tapped his fingers impatiently against his desk waiting for the end of the hour. In front of him, over a hundred students scribbled in near silence as they worked through their first quiz of the semester. He was a professor here at St. Valentines University, he had been for several years. But this year he was going to become something else entirely.

A member.

All he had to do was complete his initiation.

And after this class, he would be off for the weekend on a late Valentine’s trip with hisgirlfriendto do just that.

Speaking of… He ceased his fidgeting to withdraw his phone from his suit pocket.

She hadn’t texted him, and he tried to temper down his annoyance. She was most likely still in her botany class.

Excitement crawled along his skin and seeped into his pores, causing his heart to beat rapidly and his dick to harden in his pants.

Not only would he soon be a member, but he would finally be slipping into his girlfriend’s tight pussy. Finally fuck her with ruthless abandon just as he had fisted his dick to a dozens of times before.

She had told him she wanted to wait until they were away from the school, she had suggested they go somewhere secluded.

Kristoff was happy to oblige, to keep up the charade of a content, if not taboo, relationship. He had lucked out when he saw the fliers for anisolatedcabin all around his classroom and the university.

And really, what was the point in dating a hot teenager if not to fuck her as he pleased?

Unfortunately for them both, he had other plans too, but he would get his fill of her first.

Sink into her pussy, her ass, her mouth.

Whether she wanted him to or not.

In fact, he hoped she didn’t. He wanted to hear her scream, beg. Just as the other girls had done before. He wanted to watch as the fight left her, and then, he would keep going. Until his dick was raw and her blood coated it.

Those other girls he had broken would never forget him for as long as they lived.

And he was determined for hisgirlfriendto be the exact same.

Chapter 2

Kristoff

Where the fuck is she?

Kristoff shouldered his phone to his ear, calling his girlfriend for the tenth time, walking around a crowded corner in the university’s hallway. It was only midday, but it was Friday, and he didn’t have any more classes to teach.

He came to a stop, seeing his girlfriend standing up to a few other students, before she bent over to pick up a piece of paper and handed it to another student that he recognized.

Emrey Winslow, a known loner that the teachers had joked about in passing. She wasn’t much of anything other than the victim of bullying.

Disgust caused Kristoff to wrinkle his nose, but he caught himself, smoothing out his expression. His girlfriend’s kindness, herrighteousness, was another thing he despised about her.

Movement in his periphery tugged him away from the scene. There was a man watching the encounter that he vaguely recognized. The spectator was college-aged, his fists clenched tightly until Kristoff’s girlfriend handed Emrey the piece of paper, at which point the stranger’s entire body seemed to relax.

From this distance, Kristoff could just make out the fallen paper; it appeared to be a sketch.

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