Page 93 of Cruel Prep (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 1)

Our lips slide off one another at first, the connection sloppy, but soon, his bottom lip is between mine, and I curl my fingers in the dark, silky hair at the base of his neck.

I grind my body over his lap, making it obvious what I want.

Making it clear that I’m tired of the substitution.

I’m ready for the real thing.

After our interaction in the park, I thought things were changing, but I can tell he is pulling away. The vibrator is a wall he is trying to build between us.

A tantalizing, toe-curling wall, but it isn’t what I want.

I want Finn.

He told me not to. He warned me against wanting him. From the very start, Finn told me that I would beg him to do dirty things for me. Is this what he meant?

Did he know that his kisses and touches would ensnare me, and that he wouldn’t deliver? Is this the punishment that he said would be worse than death?

Because right now, that doesn’t seem so far off.

I’m dying to feel him inside of me. To have the ache between my legs soothed by the ache I know is between his.

Nothing about Ravenlake Prep has made sense to me since the moment I arrived—especially not Finn or the connection between us—but the way our bodies work together has been simple from the start.

Regardless of all of the bullshit games and teasing and denying…

Our chemistry is undeniable.

I slide my hand down his broad shoulders, feeling the corded muscles of his bicep and forearm.

Then, I pluck the remote out of his unsuspecting hand.

This time, when the vibration starts, Finn is the one who jumps in surprise. He groans and leans back, bucking his hips into me.

I ride him over his jeans. I’ve been on the cusp for over an hour. My body is ready, desperate for release.

I want it to happen with him inside of me, but I’m not sure that is an option. It’s T-minus not much time at all until I implode in a gasping, shuddering mess.

I tip my head back, mouth open, and moan as my body climbs. I can hear Finn’s breathing picking up, and his hips are matching mine grind for grind.

His mouth is circling over my breast, taking me into his mouth, and the flick of his tongue is pushing me over the edge.

I squeeze my eyes closed, ready to surrender to the feeling, finally ready for the torture to end.

Seconds—milliseconds—before I shudder to release, Finn grabs my hips and pushes me off from his lap.

I stumble back, confused, my legs weak. “Why?”

Finn stands up, and I can see the obvious tenting in his pants. He wants this as badly as I do, but he won’t give in. Why not?

“You need to finish getting ready.”

I cross my arms, frowning. “No, I just need tofinish.”

Finn ignores my pouting and grabs my dress from the bed. It’s one I bought for my old school’s formal last year. The skirt fans out in a pale pink A-line that is shorter than it should be, but still acceptable for a school dance.

“You aren’t wearing this,” he says, tossing it over his shoulder. Before I can get offended, he grabs a black box from under his bed and lays it out. “Open it.”

I’m still angry with him for changing the subject so abruptly, right when I was about to finally find my release.

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