Page 95 of Cruel Elite (Princes of Ravenlake Academy 3)

Clearly, it’s a guest room. The bed is perfectly made with a mountain of throw pillows on it, and there are even small mints in dishes on each of the bedside tables.

Penny shuts the door and leans against it, her hands behind her back. “I hope I didn’t ruin your plans.”

I shrug out of my bomber jacket, suddenly too warm for it, and sit on the edge of the bed. “What plans?”

She reaches behind her and locks the door without looking, her green eyes looking me up and down

“Your plans to humiliate and belittle me all night.”

The sound of the tumblers sliding into place is like a gavel dropping.

Like a judge tolling out my prison sentence.

I condemn you to one or more hours of hard physical labor…

She crosses the room slowly, one foot in front of the other until she’s standing between my legs.

I rest my hands on her hips, unable to help myself.

“That’s what you had planned, isn’t it?” she asks, sliding her body closer to me, her lips only a few inches away. “You wanted to humiliate me in front of the school the way you think I humiliated you?”

Her words surprise me, but not as much as I surprise her when I spin her around suddenly and wrap my arms around her midsection, pulling her back flush against me.

I slide my hand down her stomach, teasing along the top of her jeans as I bring my lips to her hear. “You didn’t humiliate me.”

Penny laughs and rolls her hips, grinding against my cock. “According to you, I did. That’s why you’re doing this now. It’s revenge. Right?”

I can see her pulse fluttering in her neck like a trapped bird, and the fruity smell of her skin draws me in closer.

I press a kiss to her pulse, feeling the rapid beat against my lips.

“Does this feel like revenge?”

She stills, though her heart thunders even harder. “I’d say so.”

I tug on her earlobe with my teeth. “And this?”

“Torture,” she sighs, gripping my thighs.

I finally let my hand slide lower, cupping her center through her jeans and massaging her with the heel of my palm. “What about this?”

Penny doesn’t answer, but her hips shift forward, asking for more.

“That’s what I thought,” I whisper. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone how much you enjoy my revenge. It will be our little secret.”

She thrusts against my palm, grinding herself on my hand, and tips her head back to rest on my shoulder. “Well, you know what they say about secrets?”

“What?”

“Best to keep them in the family.”

I shove Penny off of me in a horrified hurry.

She catches herself on the door, spinning around, a smile on her face, a grating mocking tone in her voice.

“Oh, dear! What’s the matter,step-brother? Is something wrong?”

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