Page 16 of Cruel Prep (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 1)

I’m not this forward. I’m not the girl who makes moves and demands what I want. But I am right now.

I grab the hem of Finn’s shirt and pull it up, smoothing my palms over his stomach and chest as I go. Suddenly, I feel something at the back of my knees, and I yelp as I fall back onto Finn’s bed. When I land on the mattress, I burst into giggles and grab handfuls of the soft comforter, grounding myself.

Then, Finn’s leg is between my thighs, and there is no such thing as the ground. I’m floating.

“Do you want a drink?” he asks, his voice deep and rumbly as he crawls over my body.

I shake my head. I’ve had too much already. More than I’m used to. My head is heavy and my joints feel loose. There are stars in my vision and colors swirl around like a kaleidoscope.

My stomach flips as Finn’s hand slides over my breast.

I’ve never worn so few clothes before, but suddenly, the skimpy dress Cora lent me feels like a titanium suit. I need it off. I have a stupid taped-on bra that Cora lent me, and usually I’d be nervous about how to take it off in a sexy way or what Finn would think about it, but now I just want it gone.Now.

His hand slips lower, sliding over my stomach and my hip before his fingers curl under the hem of the dress. My entire body is shaking. Every brush of his skin on mine feels like an electric jolt and heat is pooling in my center.

“Do you want this?” When I look up, Finn’s blue eyes are pinning me in place. They are wide and deep and a perfect sky blue with deep dark wells in the center. His pupils are blown wide with lust, and I still can’t believe it is all for me.

I feel the air on my legs as the dress moves up higher, but his fingers are moving achingly slowly across my thigh towards my center, waiting for me to answer.

A hummingbird is trapped in my chest, battering itself against the walls of my body to get out, and I feel like any second I’m going to blink and wake up in a pool of sweat. Like this is all going to be some taunting, sexy dream and it can’t possibly be real.

But then, Finn leans forward and kisses me, his lips soft and warm and gentle, and I realize I’m in a literal dream.

Whatever happened earlier today, it can’t touch this. It can’t touch how good this feels. How good this will be.

“Yes,” I breathe, scraping my nails over his bare skin. “Yes, please. Now.”

I’m needy and desperate and so unlike myself, but I like who I am. Right now. With Finn.

Suddenly, his mouth crushes down on mine and his fingers slide over the cotton fabric of my panties. Cora wanted me to wear something else, something lacier, but I draw the line at borrowing underwear. It doesn’t matter anyway. Finn doesn’t seem to mind.

I arch my hips up to meet his touch, but just as I lift off the bed, his hand presses down on my hip.

“Don’t move,” he whispers against my mouth.

I lie still as Finn straddles my body, his knees on either side of my hips. I can see his excitement bulging against the zipper of his pants, and I reach for his waistband instinctively, eager to see him.

Before I can, Finn grabs my wrist and jerks it over my head, pinning it to the mattress. My instincts are so sluggish from the drugs and alcohol that I don’t yelp in surprise until he grabs my other hand and pins it over my head, too.

He leans down until his eyes are even with mine, the tips of our noses touching. “Keep them there.”

I frown, desperate to touch him, to feel him. “But—”

“Move, and I’ll stop.” As he speaks, he drags his fingers over my opening again, drawing a deep moan from my lungs. Then, he slips his hand beneath the waistband of my panties. “Do you want me to stop?”

I almost shake my head, but then I’m not sure if that counts as moving. So instead, I remain perfectly still.

Finn cups my cheek in his hand and winks. “Good girl.”

Time feels like nothing. Seconds stretch to hours. Days could be passing outside, and I would have no idea. Because all I can think about is the feeling of Finn’s palm against my warm center. The only thing that matters in my world is the way it feels when his fingers part me and slide inside, the way my entire body reacts when he curls a finger into me, stroking.

“Finn,” I gasp, straining my entire body to lie still. It takes effort because I want to roll myself onto his hand. I want to grind against him and soothe all of the parts of me that are aching, but I can’t. He won’t let me.

He slides in another finger and a third, and I feel like I’m caught in a current but unable to swim. Like the surface is just out of reach. I can see light coming through the water, if only I could kick, I’d reach it. But I don’t so I can’t. Instead, I drown.

“You’re mine now, Lily DeVry.” His voice is soft and deep, a rumble in the very core of me, shaking my foundations. “You’re all mine.”

“Finn.” I squeeze my eyes closed as his thumb sweeps up to circle my center.

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