Page 28 of Princess of Hawthorne Prep

He draws his finger almost all the way out before thrusting it back inside again. “Everything that happens from here on out will be for my enjoyment, not yours.”

I gasp as a dizzying amount of pleasure spirals through me. Shame floods me that I’m so damn close to coming. My eyelids feather shut. It wouldn’t take much, and he knows it, which is exactly why his movements still.

“Any guesses as to how Pembroke found out about the photos?”

The casually thrown out question is like a bucket of frigid water dumped over my head, and my eyes spring open.

“What?”I’d assumed our headmaster caught wind of the scandal because it had spread through the hallowed halls of HP like wildfire.

When my eyes widen, he smirks. “That’s right. I paid him a little visit this morning.”

My lips part as the air hisses from my lungs.

“We had a nice chat about his ongoing relationship with your mother and the pictures. Needless to say, I no longer have to worry about getting kicked out of this hell hole.” He tilts his head before clicking his tongue. “You, on the other hand, are in a far more precarious position.”

“You…told him?” The words come out sounding more like a croak.

He smirks. “Did you really think you could fuck me over without paying a price?” His eyes harden into frigid green chips of ice as his finger stays buried deep inside me. “Not very clever of you.”

My brain somersaults as the conversation with Pembroke plays through my brain on repeat. Suddenly, it all clicks into place. “That’s why he insisted I attend the camping trip.”

His lips lift into a malicious smile. “Yup.”

Hot tears prick the backs of my eyes before one falls, sliding down my cheek. I hate myself for not being strong enough to keep it trapped inside where he can’t delight in my misery.

He continues to pump his finger in my pussy. “Still want to come?”

“No,” I choke out.

The smile grows wider as a wicked gleam fills his eyes. “We’ll see about that.”

Before I can ask what that means, he grinds his palm against my clit and sensation reluctantly sparks to life inside my core. I hate him for being able to manipulate my body with such ease. I’m so slick that his finger glides in and out of me effortlessly. The pressure of his hand makes it impossible to ignore the orgasm steadily building within.

As much as I want to deny him, I can’t.

“All you have to do is say the word and I’ll stop, sweet girl.”

My lips part, but I can’t bring myself to force it out.

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

When I remain silent, satisfaction kindles in his eyes as his tempo increases and everything within me becomes whipcord tight. “What’s the matter? Thought you didn’t want me to make you come?”

A tortured moan escapes from me as the bell rings throughout the school. Instead of dampening my arousal, it only sends it skyrocketing, and my limbs tremble with the harsh need coiled tightly in my core.

“Since we’re running out of time and your pussy is sobbing for release, let’s switch up the rules. Either beg me to come or I’ll stop.”

Our gazes remain locked.

When he attempts to yank his hand away, I gasp. “Please don’t.” He stills as my fingers settle on his broad shoulders, sinking into the wool of his navy blazer to keep him locked in place.

“You know what I want to hear.”

“Please make me come,” I blurt, unable to stop the words from tumbling out. Shame rushes through every fiber of my being even as my inner muscles clench, locking around him.

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