Page 69 of Cruel Elite (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 3)

Penny never liked to talk about her mom, even back in the day.

I knew there were issues, but a lot of girls don’t get along with their moms. It’s not so unusual.

Classic Penny, playing the victim, making sure she’s the center of attention.

“I’m not going to be your personal escort, living at your beck and call, helping you get off whenever and wherever, okay?”

“As I recall, I’m the one who got you off.”

Heat rises up her neck, turning her fair skin pink.

I reach my hand around my back and bolt the bathroom door closed before cutting a path across the bathroom to Penny.

“Is that why you came to meet me again? Because you wanted me to make you feel good like before?”

Penny angles her body away from me and uncrosses her legs, pressing her knees together tightly.

“You made me feel like shit, Noah. That wasn’t fun for me.”

I plant my hands on the edge of the counter on either side of her hips and lean forward, forcing her to tuck her chin in to keep some distance between us.

My next words are spoken in a high-pitched falsetto.

“Noah. Oh, God!”

Penny slaps my chest. I grab her hand out of the air and pin it to the tiled wall.

Immediately, her entire body stills. The fire in her green eyes dulls, and her lips part.

Putty. Penelope LaFevre is putty in my hands.

“Admit it,” I whisper, curling her fingers down and kissing the tip of her middle one. “It felt good.”

“Just because it felt good, doesn’t mean it was right,” she says, voice shaky.

“So, you’re saying it was fun, after all? Before you said you didn’t have any fun, but now you’re saying it felt good. Which is it?”

Penny turns her face away. “I know why you’re doing this, Noah.”

I suck the tip of her finger into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the end. “Because I like that you like it.”

“No.” Her legs part slightly, allowing me to move in closer. “Because you want to hurt me.”

“How could I hurt you?” I say innocently.

I grab her other hand and press her palms together in a prayer. Then, I lower my head and lift her arms over my neck.

Immediately, her hands cup my head, her fingers slipping into the hair at the base of my neck.

Penny looks at me, eyes wide, like she can’t believe what’s happening, but she’s helpless to stop it.

I’m right there with her.

I feel like I’m floating above my body, watching myself seduce her, incapable of stopping.

“You’re trying to make me want you so you can make me hate myself for it later,” she says, voice barely audibly. “It’s obvious.”

I press my hips forward, spreading her legs even further. Her butt slides to the edge of the counter and her skirt rides up, revealing the lacy tops of her stockings.

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