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I shake my head as I tuck my phone away, then I get back to what I was doing.
I finish up at the cabinet, swiping through photos to make sure I have what I need, then I slip the blank labels in my pocket and grab my backup plan—a tape that was once labeled Passion, but he put a bold strike through it and renamed it Vengeance.
I head back over to the bed and drop the tape on his pillow. I didn’t have a lot of time to research, but his affair with Passion went sour, hence the rename of her tape. I want to put it in his mind that maybeshebroke in and fucked someone else in hisbed. Given the crazy shit she did when he stopped seeing her, it should check out.
Just long enough to make sure he doesn’t go to the police before I have what I need to frame him.
He can’t go to the cops if he thinks it was her. Passion was the youngest student he fucked with—an advanced student, only sixteen years old. The law might consider her of consenting age, but I have a strong hunch the university faculty would feel differently if they found out about it.
It’s only a temporary smokescreen, so it doesn’t have to hold up.
Eventually, I want the fucker to know it was me.
Just not until I’m ready.
Besides, I’d like to use it against Sophie for now, see what I can make her do to protect the slimy fuck.
I put Sophie’s clothes on the mattress, and when she doesn’t wake up, I take a seat and reach out a hand to caress her face.
Her eyes open, and her sleepy gaze meets mine. Confusion briefly causes her brow to furrow as she looks around, trying to figure out where she is, maybe even why she’s somewhere she doesn’t recognize.
I watch as realization settles over her, and the unguarded moment comes to an abrupt end.
She realizes she’s naked and clutches the blanket against her tits, but then she realizes it’s her professor’s blanket, and her alarmed gaze shoots back to mine.
“I need you to get dressed so we can leave,” I tell her.
I watch her try to process everything. She looks lost as she releases the blanket and sits up.
Her lovely tits beckon me. I want to grab her and climb on top of her. I want to fuck her again already, even though I know she was a virgin, and I should probably leave her alone for the rest of the night.
“What’s… I don’t…” She rubs her eyes, then looks around the room again.
“It’s time to go,” I tell her, taking her hand.
Her gaze jumps to my hand covering hers. She still looks reluctant, but she lets me tug her toward the edge of the bed.
“Get dressed,” I say, kissing the back of her hand before releasing it. “We’re leaving.”
This time, she manages to stand and stretch. I admire the view as she does and continue to watch her as she pulls on her panties. I relish knowing she must still feel me between her legs, coating the inside of her pussy. I can’t wait to take her home and clean her up before we go to bed.
Once she’s dressed, she looks around for her coat. I hold it up for her, and she’s startled when I help her into it.
“Thank you,” she murmurs, her gaze not meeting mine.
I grab the back of her neck and pull her in, kissing her pretty lips as she gasps, then draping her scarf around her neck. “You’re welcome.”
She looks around as we leave the room, paranoid that we’re leaving something behind.
I made no effort whatsoever to fix the bed, and I smirk, imagining his horror when he comes home to find her virgin blood and my cum all over his bedsheets.
Fucker.
I lead Sophie out to my black BMW. She’s so fogged from everything I’ve done to her tonight, she doesn’t even think to object until I open the passenger side door for her.
A frown of confusion flickers across her face. She looks back at her beat-up Honda. “I drove myself tonight.”
“You’re going home with me,” I tell her.
