Page 58 of Cruel Prep (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 1)

“I’m bad, but I’m not that bad,” I say simply. Even though the answer isn’t simple at all.

Still, it seems to be enough. She visibly relaxes. After a few seconds, she sets her drink on the coffee table, grabs my hand, and pulls me towards the stairs.

It is a mirror image of what happened at my party over a week ago. Her pulling me to my bedroom, leading the way. Except this time, her head is clear.

This time, she knows me.

More of me than most people get to see, anyway.

The second we walk into my bedroom, she spins around, shuts the door, and then leans against the wood. I walk towards her slowly, my heart racing with anticipation and desire and need.

She grabs my shirt in her fist and pulls me closer. Her body rolls against my center, so hot and tempting that I have to bite my knuckle to stifle a low groan.

“I’m taking what I want,” she whispers, her voice hoarse and breathless. “Now it’s your turn. What do you want?”

Before the words are even out of her mouth, my lips are on hers.

She tastes like vanilla and sunshine and sweetness, and I swirl my tongue into her mouth to taste her. To take her all for myself.

My fingers twist in the material of her dress, and she lifts her arms. I yank the fabric over her head, and growl at the sight of her lacy maroon bra and matching panties.

Her breasts strain against the delicate material, firm and round. I bend down and press my lips to the soft flesh.

Lily arches her back for me at once. I don’t realize what she is doing until her bra falls away, and her breasts bounce free. Immediately, I grab her by the hips, yank her up, and begin walking her back to the bed while I suck her pebbled nipple into my mouth.

She hooks her legs around my waist, holding me to her so we fall on the bed together in one sweaty tangle.

I feel like I’ve lost my head. Like I can’t think straight.

I’ve never been like this before. Usually, my mind is ten steps ahead, thinking about how to get whichever bitch I just fucked out of my space while I’m still inside of her.

But with Lily, there is nothing but the present.

Nothing but her.

Nothing but now.

Nothing but this.

Her hand slides down my body towards my waistband. Unlike yesterday in the locker room, I don’t stop her. I let her unbutton my pants, shove them down, and pull me free.

And when she wraps her hand around my length, I sag forward, resting my head on her shoulder.

“Fuck me,” I breathe.

She giggles. “That’s the goal.”

I nip at her neck and her earlobe. Then, I walk my fingers down the curve of her body, around her hip, and find her center. The second my finger swipes across her, Lily hisses and arches her back again.

This time, I don’t tell her to hold still. I luxuriate in the sight of her squirming beneath me. I admire the way her body flexes and strains against the pleasure I’m bringing her.

I admire her until I can’t wait any more.

I pull away, fumble in my bedside drawer, and grab a condom. Lily watches as I roll it on, her eyes wide and blinking.

I wonder if she isn’t having regrets already, but as soon as it is on, she grabs my hips and tries to pull me down over her.

I want her in every position known to man, but I still don’t take orders in bed.

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