Page 108 of Cruel Elite (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 3)

I ride him harder, faster, desperate to see him fall apart beneath me.

Aching to see the way his brows will draw together and his mouth will open because of me, because of what I’m doing to him.

Then, I feel Noah’s hand slide from my waist to my center.

His thumb brushes over me. I’m so sensitive I have to bite back a cry.

“There’s no one to hear us,” Noah grunts, circling his thumb faster. “Scream, baby.”

I hold it in as long as I can, trying to make him come before I do, but there’s too much.

“Noah, Noah,” I moan, grinding on him and against his thumb. “I can’t—I can’t—”

“Then don’t,” he breathes. “Come.”

And I do.

Harder than I’ve ever come before.

My body clenches around him so hard I’m afraid it might hurt, but Noah groans.

“So good.”

I feel him thrust once more and then he’s gone.

We still, our bodies moving only enough to ride out the remainder of our orgasms, our thrusts growing more and more shallow until I collapse forward on his chest and Noah wraps his arm around my back, kissing my temple.

The air should be cold, but I don’t feel it.

I don’t feel anything.

It’s like we are encased in a bubble that shields us from the world and, perhaps, our troubles.

Because while we’re lying together, my mind is blissfully empty, blank.

On the drive home, the bubble bursts.

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Penny

The troubles I set aside to enjoy my mind-blowing orgasm with Noah have returned like a dark cloud over my sunny demeanor.

I should tell Noah about the Hell Princes.

There’s every chance that what we just did, what we shared, will mean nothing to Noah in the long run.

But it meant something to me.

I care about Noah, and if being with him has taught me anything, it’s that I don’t want him to hurt.

I want him to feel good.

Preferably, I’d like to be the person to make him feel good, but I’m not an idealist. I know the chips may not fall in our favor.

Regardless, I don’t want him to be in pain.

And Tank and his guys want to bring him pain.

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