Page 105 of Cruel Elite (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 3)

I know what’s at stake: My little sister.

Ourlittle sister.

I have to be able to turn my back on Noah later, betray him to the Hell Princes, and walk away without a second thought.

Can I really do that?

“Penn.” Noah whispers my name and slides down my body at the same time he pushes my shirt up. He kisses his way up my stomach while his hands undo my bra.

Everything is happening so fast—too fast.

I don’t have any time to think before his mouth is over my nipple, his tongue lashing against me.

I moan and arch my back. Giving him more. Asking for more.

Whatever happens later, it will be worth it. Of that I’m sure.

I grab Noah’s face and bring him back to mine, sucking on his lower lip and slipping my tongue into his mouth.

I’ve kissed my fair share of high school boys and it can go wrong very quickly.

Not now. With Noah, it’s sensual, tantalizing. He strokes the inside of my mouth and my tongue.

He tastes and teases, but he doesn’t try to choke me with it.

He’s practiced, and I wish I knew who he’d slept with over the years.

I pull away and look up at him. His eyes open, bleary. “What?”

“Who have you slept with?”

His face screws up. “Are you serious?”

“I want to know. Why does no one talk about it?” Then a thought occurs to me. “Have you slept with someone since…?”

“God, yes,” he laughs. “Do I look like a monk to you?”

Considering I can feel his hard length pressed against my inner thigh, the answer to that would be a firm, considerably largeNo.

“I worked hard to be discrete.”

“Why?”

He sighs and rests his forehead on my shoulder, clearly frustrated. “Why are we talking about this now?”

I gently bite at the thick muscle of his shoulder and up his neck, the bites turning to kisses before I reach his ear and suck the lobe into my mouth.

“Because you’re really good at this, and I plan to send thank you letters to the girls who helped you practice.”

Noah lifts up onto his arms, his mouth screwed up in a twist, suspicious of my motives.

I can’t deny how beautiful he is.

Or how much I love this boy.

How much I’vealwaysloved him.

I also can’t deny how much trouble I’m in.

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