Page 95 of Cruel Prep (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 1)

I tug the hem of the dress down, wondering if there is any way to make it cover more of my body. I’m still toying with it when Finn appears behind me.

His eyes are dark and hooded, his brows pulled low. He is silent as he grabs the zipper under my arm and slides it down, opening the dress.

“What are you—”

“I changed my mind on the dress. It’s too much. You’re mine,” he says, pushing the thin straps from my shoulders and down my arms until my breasts bounce free.

He pauses to admire them, licking his lips, before meeting my eyes again.

“And I don’t want to share you tonight. Or ever.”

His hands are warm as he pushes the dress over my hips.

“Then don’t share me,” I breathe. “Take me now. Please.”

I’m still holding out hope that he’ll do it. Lick me, fuck me, own me. I need it. I need it so bad.

But yet again, it’s a cruel denial.

When the dress is a puddle around my feet, Finn plucks the pink dress I brought with me from the floor and holds it out to me, covering the front of me with the fabric like he can’t even bear to look at my naked body.

I’m burning up with shame and frustration, even as he leans forward and presses his lips gently to mine.

Then Finn is gone, walking away before I can even open my eyes.

When I do, he is already in the hallway. “Get dressed, and I’ll meet you downstairs. If we don’t hurry, we’ll be late.”

35

Lily

I was already fairly unexcited for the dance. I spend enough time with all these people during the school day. All of them hate me, fear me, or both.

It’s not exactly the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

But after what just happened at Finn’s house, I’m even less excited than I was before.

He teased me with an orgasm for over an hour, denied me my release again and again, and now he’s pretty much refusing to touch me altogether.

I’m frustrated, and I want to leave. I want to take him back to his house and have my way with him.

Or let him have his way with me.

Either way is fine. I’m not picky.

“Did Finn treat you right the night of the auction?”

A hand claps down on my shoulder, and I turn to see Caleb standing next to me, a cup of punch in his hand. He holds his head high, shoulders broad, chest out.

“Fuck off, Caleb,” Finn says, shooing him away like a fly. “Where’s your date?”

Caleb’s smirk doesn’t change. “I didn’t bring one. You know I like to wait for the after-party to make my final decision.”

Viktor strolls up, his six-three frame towering over all of us, a petite cheerleader tucked into his side. “What’s the matter, Caleb? Was your escort busy tonight?”

“She wasn’t an escort,” Caleb grits out, his smile finally falling away. “You all need to let that go.”

“Sure she wasn’t,” Viktor says, rolling his eyes.

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