Page 92 of Cruel Prep (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 1)

“I’ve been practicing,” I admit, my face warming with embarrassment. I walked around the heels in the motel room for a few minutes every day to get used to them. Now, I’m a pro.

“Put them on.”

I sit on the edge of his bed, still naked except for the panties, and slip the heels on. My trembling fingers fumble over the buckles around my ankles.

“What now?”

Finn lies back on his bed, one arm curled under his head casually. “Get ready.”

“And you’re just going to lie there and watch?”

His eyes move hungrily over my bare body, and he nods. “Yep.”

And he’s telling the truth about that … mostly.

He lies on the bed, watching as I do my makeup in the vanity that definitely wasn’t in his room the last time I was here, and curl my hair.

But he never forgets about the vibrator.

Right when I’m in the middle of applying mascara, he presses the button, sending me rocketing out of the seat. I fall to the floor on all fours and groan softly as he gets me right up to the peak of coming…

Then turns it off.

I shoot him a glare, but he doesn’t seem to give a shit about that. So I just go back to my makeup, trying not to have a meltdown at the cruel tease.

He does it again in the middle of me curling my hair. That one goes on so long that I have to put the curling iron down and grip the edge of the table to keep from sliding to the floor.

When I chance a look over at him, his face is neutral. But his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide as he watches me squirm.

The sensation of the vibrations isn’t even that amazing.

More than anything, it’s the fact that Finn is in control of the remote.

The fact that he is watching as I cross my legs and open them, seeking out some relief from the punishing pleasure at my center.

The fact that he is in control of that pleasure.

And the thought that, eventually, he’ll do something about it himself.

As I finish my hair and set it with a few spritzes of spray, Finn hits the button again.

This time, I’m somewhat prepared for it, and I just barely flinch.

I do my best to stay standing upright, to keep my thighs from quivering, to keep from gasping as my body clenches tight with impending release.

“Is that not enough for you?” Finn asks, sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.

I shrug casually, though my teeth are clenched. “It’s a fine substitute, I guess.”

Suddenly, the vibration increases. I didn’t realize the panties had different settings, but now my entire body is vibrating.

I can’t stop myself from doubling over with a gasp.

When the vibration stops, Finn is smiling.

I cross the room before he can cripple me with another vibration, before I lose my nerve, and wrap my legs around his waist, settling in his lap.

He’s surprised, I can see it in his eyes, but he hides it well. His hands grip my hips as I lean down and kiss him.

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