Page 14 of Bloody Valentine

If I could get him to lift me up, it would be long enough to drape down and hide my body.

I pushed at his chest with my back, trying to sit up. He flipped me over so hard that I fell backward. My hands were still restrained when he threw me onto his desk and stared down at me with pure sadistic humor in his blue eyes.

“You asked for this, Little Virgin. You’d do well to remember that.”

I fought to free my hands, his grip finally letting go of my blazer so I could move my arms through the sleeves before I froze…

Just like that, my underwear was ripped off my body. Not slow and torturous like the rest of my clothes, nope, just yanked to where it cut my thighs as he completely tore the fabric off.

I stared at my professor in disbelief, my naked pussy dripping and bare for his eyes to devour. He looked mesmerized, and I took advantage. I finally pulled my arms out of the jacket, spit out the gag, and scrambled down to grab my skirt.

He caught me around the waist, spinning me around before pressing his body in between my thighs and twirling the lipstick in my face that he’d taken from me.

I was breathing so heavy. He had me against the desk and slowly unbuttoned my shirt while all I could do was watch in disgust. I wanted to fight. I wanted to humiliate him like this. Bare his body for my own satisfaction.

But he had me right where he wanted.

“Oh, Little Virgin,” he said in a dreamlike state, using his teeth to bite off the top and spit it on the ground. “You will be my greatest work of art when I am through with you—my very own rare white stag in a forest of black. There is one word to describe you now.”

The lipstick felt cold on my skin, oily, and hard. He pushed it onto my chest, gliding down to my stomach and finally wrapping it near my hips—an image, a word, a message.

I was in shock. My entire being was shaking

I couldn’t move.

I couldn’t simply look down to see what was written on my skin with my makeup.

He smiled at me, picking up my blazer from the floor and draping it over my legs before grabbing a portrait on the ground and walking out of the office entirely. At the doorway, he paused, and his shadow swallowed my entire form.

“Until we meet again, Ms. Valentine.”

I lay there, unable to think for a minute, not daring to move until I was sure he was really gone. I stared at the mirror in front of me, lifting up from the desk. The word was so blatantly written in script on my body. One word that felt so strange, especially after the events that had just happened.

DIVINE.

Chapter five

Walking away from the woman without completely defiling her body, mind, and spirit was a criminal offense to my very bloodline…but there would be time.

My plan was put into action, and based on the seething, stomping, and angered ranting in my office, it was clear that she would definitely take advantage of my little gift to her.

Pulling out the crumpled charity note from the cafeteria and dropping it by the door, I gave my Little Virgin one last look before walking away.

I needed to find my moronic little brother.

We were going hunting tonight, and I wasn’t about to miss the cloak of the darkness because the fucker was holed up drunk or with some random woman again.

I punched his number in my phone and waited. It was at the second to last ring that he finally picked up.

“Sup, Buzzkill?”

Rolling my eyes, I ignored his greeting. I gave up partying like a moron a long time ago. I had a business and the Divine to run. I couldn’t be caught with my pants down around the members in this society.

We were everywhere—staff and students alike—the entire castle of St. Valentine’s was a pool of the Divine Valentine…and I ruled them all. How would people feel if they found their king passed out drunk in a custodial closet like my darling brother had been so many times?

If that man wasn’t drinking, he was fucking. I started to wonder if he ever ate to replenish his strength, at least. He must because he ruled the ice hockey team, and among his lackeys there, they had to have thrown bread at him occasionally.

I didn’t have chats with my brother about what the fuck he was eating. Anytime we talked, it was business. He would never know just how much I checked up on him to make sure the dumbass was alive.

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