Page 65 of The Sinner (Haven Grace Prep 1)

He smiles. “I was hopeful. Seeing you in that uniform always gives me dirty thoughts.”

“Good to know,” I chuckle.

He lifts me up and sinks me down onto his cock, filling me entirely. I grip onto the nearest shelf as he fucks into me. His mouth sucks a mark into my shoulder. Meeting him thrust for thrust, the only sounds filling the room are our heavy breathing and skin hitting skin.

“God, why haven’t we done this sooner?”

I bite my lip to try to conceal my moans, but when he starts to go harder, it becomes more difficult. As my orgasm hits unexpectedly, I scream out. Grayson’s hand comes up to cover my mouth and muffle the noise as he lets go, emptying himself into the condom. He holds me for a minute and gives himself time to relax before pulling out and gently putting me back on the ground.

I pull my panties up and into place. “You mean that couldn’t have waited another couple of hours?”

He smirks. “Are you complaining?”

“Not even a little.”

> As I go to walk out, he grabs my hand. I turn back to face him, confused, when he pulls me into him. With a gentle touch on my cheek, he presses his lips to mine in a soft, innocent kiss. It’s the first time he’s kissed me first without the intentions of it going further, and my heart stutters because of it.

“What was that for?”

He shrugs and releases me, stepping back. “Just really wanted to kiss you. Now go, I’ll see you in class.”

FOR THE REST OF the day, my mind is clouded with thoughts of Grayson. Ever since the weekend we spent alone at his house, things have been different between us. There are still moments where I see the darkness brewing in his eyes—when he looks at me like I’m Satan reincarnated—but they’re few and far between.

Despite how close we’ve grown lately, he’s always made sure I know that we’re just fooling around. It hurt the first couple times, but eventually, I became numb to it. That part of our relationship has never faltered, but today, with the way he kissed me before I left the janitor’s closet, I can’t help but hope that maybe he’s starting to come around.

I’d be lying if I said I haven’t developed feelings for Grayson. Strong feelings. The kind that keep you awake at night. That make you want to rip your heart straight from your chest and throw it at their feet. I’ve never let myself acknowledge them, in fear that the pain of unrequited love might rip me to shreds, but they are there—simmering under the surface and threatening to break free.

I STORM OUT OF the house, slamming the door behind me. I’d rather wait on the porch in the cold than deal with my drunken father for another minute. From the second I came home today, he’s been on my ass, from asking me for money to accusing me of stealing his drugs. I can’t handle him. Thankfully, tonight I’m going to a party and then spending the night at Grayson’s.

As if my night couldn’t get any more frustrating, I’m scrolling through my phone when an irritating voice meets my ears.

“Do you have my money yet?” Trey asks.

I roll my eyes and turn to face him. “When are you going to get it through your head? I don’t have any money, and Grayson sure as hell isn’t going to give it to you. I don’t know what else I can say to make you understand.”

“Well, you better start giving me something or spreading your legs, because otherwise, I have no reason not to tell everyone that your riches are actually rags in disguise.”

Getting fed up, I decide to call his bluff. “You know what? Fine. Go tell everyone. Shout it from the damn rooftops for all I care. See how that goes for you.” I stand up and get in his face. “No one is going to believe you. Especially not when I tell them you’re just a bitter little sophomore who couldn’t take no for an answer.”

In perfect timing, Grayson pulls up with Delaney in the back seat. I shove past Trey as I walk toward the car. As soon as I get in, Gray is glaring at Trey, looking like he’s ready to rip him limb to limb.

“What was that about?” he asks.

I shake my head and buckle my seatbelt. “Nothing I can’t handle. Let’s go.”

THE PARTY IS INTENSE, with girls in skimpy dresses passing around Jell-O shots and tubes of alcohol. I take one and roll my eyes as she walks away. Leave it to Jace to not only hire waitresses, but make them wear clothing that barely covers their vaginas.

“I just don’t understand why they couldn’t be dressed in something a little less revealing.”

Carter shushes me, pressing his finger to my lips. “If you love me at all, you won’t ruin this for me.”

We all laugh at his antics. It’s no secret that he’s already buzzed, having been drinking since before anyone got here. Jace always complains that he comes over under the guise of helping set up, but ends up staying by the keg the whole time.

“Laney,” he slurs. “My dear Saint Delaney, are you sure you don’t want a drink?”

She shakes her head. “I’m good, Carter. Thanks anyway.”

He sighs. “Well, then, how about a lap dance instead?”

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