Page 8 of Bloody Valentine

She scoffed and tried to back away from me. “I think you drew me naked, you pervert.”

I laughed, knowing she couldn’t possibly know my secret.

“Well, perhaps you should be our nude model for us today so that we can decipher differences and similarities. What do you say?”

Now she laughed, completely exasperated.

“How would you even know what a dead woman from so long ago would look like naked? Isn’t that your ancestor? That’s just gross, dude.”

“Nakedness is nothing to be ashamed of, dude,”I said, parroting her uneducated terminology so she could hear how dumb it sounded. “It is perfectly normal, Little Virgin.”

“How about you just fuck off?” Her flushed cheeks flamed bright red.

I smiled wider, backing away from her and raising my hands in surrender. “Fucking off.”

The smug grin I got in return made my cock swell.

“Oh, such a good boy.” Disdain dripped from her tone.

This woman was clearly used to dominating her pathetic toys, and the thought of putting her in her place was more than intoxicating.

Vivian was going to be my little virgin sacrifice for this Valentine’s year. She was my Chosen. It was my turn to give an offering to the council, and then the fourteen would repeat the cycle again. Castien told me that Vivian Valentine was arriving at the university late, but she certainly took her sweet time to arrive.

I suppose enticing her with the riches and amenities that St. Valentine’s offered proved more difficult than with others. She would have free tuition. That much alone would be enough to entice any poor, lowly student to the high ranks, but she seemed unmotivated by something so trivial.It made me wonder.

What was the enticing factor that finally brought her to my humble abode?

I walked away from Vivian and made my way to the back room where my office was held. The children immediately started bickering and speaking in hushed tones, but I couldn’t care less to direct them.

Tapping a few buttons on my phone, I stared as the pairing function began. I’d paid the tech students a lot of money to be able to do this, and it was worth every penny.

Within moments, an exact replica of Vivian’s display on her cell’s screen popped up on mine.

Now, I could follow everything that my Little Virgin had—all her transcripts, text messages, delicious photos, and my personal favorite—access to her security camera app.

It showed that she had a dormitory with that annoying sorority here on campus, but she also had her little house.

Either way, her pictures were the perfect way to portray her body so precisely. I’d spent hours using the charcoal to replicate every single inch of her exquisite curves. Her photographs were so timeless that her innocence was shown in the way she posed against the wall.

She didn’t have videos of using any sex toys, so nothing remotely scandalous. For the mouth that she had, there was purity in her body and anything related to sexuality. I couldn’t wait to break my Little Virgin.

I wouldn’t let her die without experiencing every single thing I could offer her in the way of destroying her cunt and spirit.

The Valentine’s charity event was a perfect opportunity. One could buy a professor for the weekend to be their ‘Valentine.’ Vivian seemed harmless. I knew she would be on her knees praying to whatever god she believed in when I had her in my grasp.

Scrolling through her calendar, I found her course schedule. Her classes were all over the place, not making sense in any regard, but one, journalism. Ah, this woman wanted to be up everyone’s ass. Maybe she would appreciate knowing that I’d been the one snooping in her life. Slowly unraveling it bit by bit so I could recreate it from scratch.

Putting down my phone, I turned on the camera on my desk to spy on the classroom. Zooming in on the face of the feisty Little Virgin, I listened as another girl comforted her.

“He can be a bit much…but that’s Maddox Valentine for you. You’re new here, right? I’m Teagan.”

Seeing my prey sniffling like she was offended at the truth being presented to her was intriguing. Perhaps I needed to have a more subtle approach. I was not good at subtlety. This woman seemed strong in some ways but so incredibly weak in others.

When my hands are wrapped around her throat, would she be so breakable? Or would she fight me, like the bad girl she portrayed?

I hummed with need at the thought. I couldn’t wait to have this woman underneath me. The charity was just a day away. I needed to play nice so I could get her attention. If she didn’t bid on my name, I would need to kill whatever moron did.

Her body responded to me already. I knew that. It was evident in the way the flush of her cheeks spread down to where no eyes could see. I needed to lick that flush on her skin, taste the salt of her sweat, and feel the shakes of her fear.

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