Page 89 of Monster's Mystery

“Where were you the night that Richard was killed?” I asked gently.

Tears filled Geoffrey’s eyes and dripped down his face. “No!” he gasped.

“Why did you do it?” Aiden asked.

“I didn’t— Please, no,” he choked out through his sobs.

Professor Dunlop appeared at a run, followed by Brom and finally Lilia. “You have proof?” he asked us. At my nod, he turned to Geoffrey. “Tell the truth,” he said, casting a spell.

Geoffrey stopped crying, his face going slack.

“Did you kill Richard?” the professor asked.

“Yes,” Geoffrey replied, a shudder going through his body.

“Why?”

“He was torturing me. I couldn’t take another year of it, so I attacked him from behind when he was on his way to the stables. I was only going to scare him into stopping, but...” He took a breath. “I couldn’t stop. My vision blacked out. I was so... angry.”

“I’ll take him from here,” Professor Dunlop said gravely.

“He helped save me when he didn’t have to,” Clarissa protested again.

“I’m sure that will be taken into account, but he has to answer for his crimes,” the professor said. “Off with you all.”

Clarissa had been given a spare room until the academy could figure out where to place her, so Bruce went with her.

“You’re coming with me,” Aiden said, steering me down the hall to his room.

I gave my friends a little wave over my shoulder and willingly followed him until we were alone in private.

“God, Siobhan,” he breathed, eyes closed and leaning back against the door. “This has been an exhausting day.”

“Then come cuddle with me,” I suggested, moving to his bed and making it big enough to fit both of us with a wave of my hand. I shrugged out of my shirt, and suddenly he was touching my skin.

He pressed me against his hard body, his arms wrapping around me, hands gripping and molding my breasts. “I need you,” he breathed.

I could only moan and grind my ass back against him.

“Sit,” he said roughly, giving me a nudge toward his desk chair. He modified it with a thought, tipping it backward once I was sitting down.

I let out a little squeak at the shift in gravity, but then I realized that my mouth was at exactly the right angle to suck his cock and I smirked. “Give it to me,” I said.

“Oh baby, you’re amazing,” Aiden groaned, pushing his pants down and stroking himself.

My mouth watered. “Aiden,” I whined, needing to have his weight on my tongue. Or would my tongue be on it, since I was partially upside down?

Either way, he fed me his cock and slowly started thrusting into my mouth. One of his big hands went to my throat, lightly rubbing along the length of it, getting my muscles to relax. He pressed down on my carotid with his thumb, releasing a second later. “Okay?” he murmured, at odds with the obscene act we were doing.

I held up my thumb in approval.

“I’m going to fuck your throat,” he said. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”

I hummed acknowledgement, and his thrusts sped up, shoving down my throat on each inward stroke. My eyes filled with tears at the pressure. His heady scent overwhelmed me. I reached up, grabbing his thighs for support, needing to touch him as much as possible.

“Siobhan!” he groaned, gripping my throat again.

I was starting to feel light-headed when his hips lost rhythm. I could feel him pulsing inside my mouth, cum going straight down my throat.

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