Page 19 of Cruel Elite (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 3)

And when I close my eyes, it’s Penny’s pink lips I imagine wrapped around my cock.

Her cheeks bulge with my size, and her eyes water, but she moans for more. More. More.

I pump faster, all of my self-control gone.

I imagine curling my hand in the golden waves of her hair and pulling her fully onto my length again and again.

It only takes a few thrusts for relief to come rushing out of me.

As the surge of serotonin fades, disgust begins to creep in. The same way it always does when I imagine Penny.

It’s a weakness, a high I can’t quit chasing no matter how much I hate her. And it only makes me hate her more.

More frustrated than before I came, I clean up, slide into some jeans and a sweater, and grab my keys.

J.C. better be grateful.

* * *

Turns out, J.C. did call Caleb, and even though I still had to come and pick him up, Caleb is meeting us at a diner on South Main.

“I didn’t sign up for breakfast.”

“‘I didn’t sign up for breakfast,’”J.C. mimics, his voice high-pitched and whiny. He reclines the passenger seat and smiles. “Would you lighten up for five minutes? I’m buying you breakfast as a show of gratitude. Most people would be happy about that.”

I grab my phone out of the cupholder and toss it to him. “If you really want to thank me, change my ringtone back to normal.”

J.C. sighs and hums “Islands in the Stream” as he swipes around on my phone.

“Who did you sleep with? Was she at least worth all this mess? You’re going to have to pay for a locksmith.”

J.C. kisses his fingers like a chef. “Totally worth it. You’ve heard of Jennifer Oakley, I presume.”

He says her name like she is a world-famous porn star rather than an averagely pretty brunette. She’s also one of Penny’s Dreadfuls, which docks a few points, in my opinion.

J.C. must sense my lack of excitement, because he begins to defend himself. “I was drunk, but I remember it being wild. She isn’t the hottest thing going, obviously, but a lot of that can be made up for by what they’re willing to do to you, and Jennifer was willing to do a lot.” He whistles, long and low. “It was hot. One down, two to go.”

I turn onto Main Street and end up behind an Oldsmobile going ten miles under the speed limit. “What does that mean?”

“Until I make my way through their group. I’m a third of the way there.”

I remember what Penny said last night about J.C. trying to sleep with her. My knuckles tighten on the steering wheel. “Whose group?”

“Penny’s, obviously. Penny’s Dreadfuls. More like Head-fuls, though, am I right?!” He turns to me with a huge smile on his face. “Get it? Like getting head? As in a blowjob? Tell me you get it.”

I get it, but I’m not laughing. Not just because it’s a horrific joke, even by J.C.’s standards.

But mostly because I’m so mad I could fucking stab him right here and now.

It’s a miracle I manage to stay on the road because my vision goes red. My teeth grit so hard I think they might ground to a powder.

“Don’t touch her.”

“Who?” J.C. glances at me nervously. “Penny? I thought you were done with her. You said you didn’t care about her, so I thought—”

“Don’t fucking touch her!” I slam my foot on the gas and careen around the Oldsmobile in front of us.

The driver honks their horn as I pass, offended by my speed, but I don’t know how else to get rid of the energy coursing under my skin.

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