Page 91 of Raise Hell

“You seem a bit overwrought, Pratt.” His voice is mocking as it floats over me in the darkness. “Need something to take the edge off?”

“Fuck off.” I gasp the words as he bites down gently on my jaw.

Drake swims backwards toward the rock wall on the far side of the lagoon. It’s warmer here, which means we must be closer to the source of the hot spring. Heat blooms along my skin, but it’s nothing compared to the fire that burns in every place he touches.

I don’t even notice the gap in the stone until we swim through it.

We’re inside of a cave. Dozens of feet above us, moonlight shines through a gap in the ceiling.

I glance down at my arms. Shadows play over my skin in strange patterns, but my tattoos aren’t visible. The makeup I slathered over them seems to be holding up in the water.

He levers himself up onto a shallow rock shelf that is just big enough for us to lie down together.

Out of the water, I feel even more exposed, though I’m still wearing my underwear. Drake seems completely unbothered by his nakedness as he sits in the patch of light and stares down at me.

My body feels frozen as I wait for him to do something, anything.

Drake sits back on his heels. His fist moves up and down his cock with leisurely strokes as he stares at me. I’m still wearing my sodden bra and panties, but he looks at me like he can see all the way down to my very soul.

His hands move over my chest. He pulls the cups of my bra down my ribcage, exposing my breasts.

“You have amazing tits,” he murmurs, almost to himself.

“Thanks. Your dick isn’t the worst thing I’ve seen, either.”

“I told myself the day we met that eventually I’d figure out how to shut you up. Let’s see if this works.”

Before I can ask what he means, he ducks his head between my spread legs. His tongue licks me hard through my panties, and I swallow back a gasp. He gathers the fabric in his mouth, sucking on the flesh underneath.

My hips jerk up as he wrenches his head back.

“Did you just tear off my panties with your teeth?”

He raises his head so I catch his satisfied smirk. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“The fuck—”

His lips move over me again, and my protests turn into a groan. One pair of underwear probably isn’t the worst sacrifice in the world, I think as he sucks my clit into his mouth.

My hands tangle in his hair, trying to force him to move faster. He resists my efforts, tongue lapping in slow strokes that aren’t enough to take me over the edge.

“Stop teasing,” I whine.

He shakes his head with his tongue still pushed inside me. “No.”

My head falls back against the smooth rock. I watch stars glimmer against the dark sky through the gap in the rocks. It feels like I might float up to join them, becoming one with the universe.

The orgasm he wrenches out of me surprises me back to earth with a sharp cry.

Now would be the smart time to shove him away and insist he drive me back to campus. Nothing in my plan requires screwing the president of Havoc House. If anything, pushing him away and stringing him along for a while would guarantee I keep his attention long enough to get the information I need.

But that isn’t what comes out when I open my mouth.

“If you don’t fuck me, I’m going to lose my mind.”

I want him. Desperately. That doesn’t have anything to do with how much I hate everything he represents.

And I’ll worry about the consequences tomorrow.

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