Page 102 of Cruel Prep (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 1)

I shake my head. I don’t want to talk about this. I can’t. There’s nothing to say. “Put your clothes on. Go home.”

“No.”

I look up at her from beneath my brows. “Go home, Lily.”

She crosses her arms over her chest. “No.”

I growl. “I’m serious.”

“Have I ever done anything to suggest I’m not serious?” she asks, using my line from earlier.

It would make me smile if I wasn’t so out of sorts.

Lily stands in front of me and reaches up to touch my chest, but I back away. I expect her to give up and walk out, but she follows my every step, never once letting there be more than a few inches between us.

“Talk to me,” she begs, finally cornering me. Lily grabs my neck gently and turns my face to hers. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing,” I lie. “I just don’t want you here anymore.”

Hurt flashes in her eyes, and then she drops to her knees in front of me. With deft fingers, she unzips my pants and slides her hand inside my boxers.

I’m hard. She raises a brow as if to dare me to lie to her again, and then her mouth is on me.

Her lips curl around my tip, and she welcomes me into the warmth of her mouth, swirling her tongue over my length.

My head falls back against the wall, and I groan, frustrated with myself for not being able to resist her. For fucking everything up so royally.

If Lily really knew who I am—everything I’ve done—she wouldn’t be on her knees in front of me. As much as I want to pretend otherwise, she is better than I am. She deserves more than me.

I shouldn’t care about that.

But I do.

I grab her hair and thrust gently into her mouth, grunting with every stroke, with every slide of her tongue.

When she stands up again, she grabs my hand and pulls me towards the bed. I resist, and Lily presses her body to mine, kissing a line from my neck to my jaw.

“Don’t pull away from me…” she murmurs.

She swirls my earlobe into her mouth and wraps her hand around my base, pulling me towards the bed by my cock.

“Don’t pull away from me because you’re scared,” she finishes.

Scared of what?I want to ask.

But on some level, we both know what I’m scared of.

I’m scared of loving this girl.

And that fear only grows when she presses me back on the bed and crawls over me. For once, I’m flat on my back, watching while she seeks out her own pleasure, while she takes what she wants.

Lily settles over my hips and positions me at her entrance. Then, she looks into my face and slowly slides down.

It is heaven. Bit by painfully delicious bit, she lets me inside of her, she takes me in, and I want to grab her hips and slam myself into the hilt. But when I reach for her, Lily grabs my hands and presses them above my head.

“Don’t move,” she says, bringing us both back to the first night we spent in my room. “Hold still.”

Unbelievably, I listen.

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