Page 38 of Cruel Prep (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 1)

Accident. That’s one word for it.Attackwould be my choice.

“She was crying over a picture of Dad the other night, not a picture of me. I don’t think she is sad about me.”

“Trauma can be a tangled web. Don’t be so sure the two aren’t related,” Sharon says. “But I want to talk more about you. I think it would be good for you to keep making friends at your new school. Even if they don’t last long-term, having people you enjoy being around and trust will really help make this a good year for you.”

I almost laugh out loud at that.

This won’t be a “good year.” This will be the year from hell.

Finn Foster is going to make very sure of that.

18

Finn

Taking care of it.That’s what I told my dad I was doing.

It’s true.

Well, partially true.

But the girl isn’t making it easy on me.

Fact is, she’s making things very, very hard.

After I shower, I step out into my bedroom, still dripping wet, towel wrapped carelessly around my waist.

My dad thinks I’m taking care of Lily for him. But I have my own reasons. Namely, she doesn’t belong in our world. That was more than proven by the brief glimpse she had into it last summer.

One peek behind the curtain nearly killed her.

Yet, as much as I know she doesn’t belong at Ravenlake Prep, I can’t help but think about the way her blonde ponytail curled against the base of her neck.

Or the way she bites her lower lip as she sketches in her notebook.

Or the way her eyes went wide with wonder when she came hard on my fingers in the locker room.

Fuck.That memory alone is nearly enough to make me bust right now.

Frustration is practically bubbling out of my pores, so I lie back on my four-poster bed and whip my cock out, wrapping my hand around the base.

Lily DeVry feels like a virus in my servers, like an infestation I should get rid of. That’s exactly what I’m going to do: get rid of her. Pump her from my system. I bite back a moan as I do my best to purge her, imagining her hand is the one on my shaft even as I try to forget her.

Then, there is a shift.

Suddenly, my fantasy grabs the wheel, and Lily’s mouth is around my cock. She is gagging on my length but asking desperately for more.

Then, she is spread-eagled on my bed, her hands and ankles tied to each of the posts, with a muzzle across her mouth, but her eyes tell me she wants me.

Sweat sprouts across my forehead as I get closer to the climax, imagining her straining against the restraints. Desperate to touch me as I drill into her again and again. Pulling all the way out before slamming back in.

Release finally comes. I spill my seed across her stomach and breasts while she stares up at me with that same wide-eyed look of wonder.

As soon as the frustration is gone, my disgust returns.

Lily doesn’t belong here. Not in my school, not on my cock, and certainly not in my head.

My world will be better when she is gone for good.

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