Page 59 of Cruel Academy (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 2)

Caleb spins me around while at the same time spinning us both so my back is now against the wall, like he is the moon to my sun.

The light is behind him, casting him in deep silhouette. I reach out to touch his face, but Caleb catches my hand in the air and presses it back against the wall.

“I’m the teacher, remember?” His voice is a low rumble that vibrates through my entire body.

He releases my wrist, but I leave my hand against the wall as Caleb’s fingers slip under the hem of my tank top and slide up over my stomach. His palms massage hot lines over my ribs until his hands settle over my breasts.

My chest is heaving. I’m breathless and overwhelmed, but never once uncertain of what I want.

“Touch me.”

The words sound foreign to my own ears, but I know they are mine.

Caleb groans at the command and presses his hips to mine, fitting our lower bodies together until I can feel the ready length of him.

I haven’t been with anyone since John. I haven’t been touched this way by anyone since him, and I am ready to sever that last connection to him. Yes, I’m attracted to Caleb, but even more than that, I am ready to finally step out of the shadow of John and into something else …

Withsomeone else.

Caleb pulls my tank top over my head, tossing the thin material over his shoulder, and then bends down to press his full lips to my collarbone. Then his hand slides between us and snaps open the button of my shorts.

I reach for Caleb’s waistband to do the same, but once again, he grabs my hand and pins it to the wall.

I open my mouth to argue, but I’m met with punishing lips and a curious tongue.

The taste of him fills me, and I sigh at the perverse reality that everything about Caleb is alluring.

He uses his body for violence and punishment again and again, but everything about him draws you in.

Fists aren’t the only way to wage war.

As I yield my body to him inch by inch, I understand what he means now. What we’re doing is a type of warfare. It’s another form of physical dominance and with every sigh and roll of my hips, I’m letting Caleb claim ground.

I have to claim some of my own.

I wrap my hand around his neck, curling my fingers in the silky hair there, and pull him closer. His mouth is an angry slash over mine, but I suck on his lower lip and nip at the corners of his mouth with my teeth until his mouth softens and slows until it feels like an extension of my own, as easy as breathing.

I feel I’m winning something—slowing him down enough to force him to enjoy the connection and … remember me?

I don’t need this to be a love connection, but I need Caleb to recognize me as more than a meaningless fuck.

However, just when I begin to think I may be winning control, Caleb’s hand slides inside my shorts and his finger smooths over my center.

Every nerve in my body catches flame.

I gasp into his mouth, and I feel his lips tip into a smile.

He pushes aside the delicate material of my panties and when he smooths over the damp evidence of my arousal, I lose all the ground I just gained.

Caleb knows how much I want this. He has the proof of it on his fingers. Armed with that, he advances and takes no prisoners.

Caleb slips his fingers inside of me.

I arch my back, tipping my hips to let him take more of me, and he does so greedily. Caleb adds a second finger and then angles his thumb up to circle over my center.

A knot of desire and need twists in my stomach, clenching all of my muscles.

If Caleb wasn’t pinning me to the wall, I’d drop to my knees.

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