Page 23 of Princess of Hawthorne Prep

One lone tear leaks from the corner of my eye and treks slowly down my cheek.

When I remain silent, he growls, “To punish you.”

Fear slices through me as my heart slams painfully against my chest.

I can’t stop the question from popping free. “How?”

His eyes narrow as his expression turns contemplative. “I’m not sure yet. I’ll have to think about it. I guess since you enjoy being on your knees so much, we’ll start there.”

I can only blink as his fingers loosen from around the slender column of my throat and rise to settle on the top of my head. Before I can wrap my brain around what’s happening, the pressure increases and my legs buckle as I sink to the tile floor at his feet. Unable to help myself, I glance up and meet his eyes. A potent concoction of liquid fire and rage swirls through them.

It’s enough to singe me alive.

“That’s exactly where you belong. On your knees, sucking my cock.”

No. Not like this.

Not when he’s so filled with vengeance.

“Austin, please…”

“You know what’s better than hearing that word slide off your lips? Watching tears pool in your eyes while you say it. Nothing gets me harder.”

Wetness hovers on my lashes and rolls down my cheek. As it does, he reaches out and thumbs it away with a surprisingly gentle touch before bringing it to his lips and licking it off.

“Remember how we discussed exploring your sucking abilities? That’s exactly what we’re going to do.” His voice dips, becoming lower. “Open my fly and take out my dick.”

Nerves explode inside me as I gulp. It feels like there’s a lump of wet sawdust sitting in the middle of my throat, making it impossible to swallow. My gaze drops to the bulge at his crotch.

“Better hurry, sweet girl. We don’t have all day. Any minute, the bell is going to ring, and someone could walk in and see you.”

Fear spikes through me at the thought of that happening. It would only add more fuel to the gossip mill that’s already churning. There’s no way I could show my face around here again.

My fingers tremble as I reach out and flick open the button of his pressed khakis before lowering the fly. The slow grind of metal teeth fills the silence of the room. I release a steady breath and grip the elastic band of his boxer briefs before pulling the material down until his erection can spring free.

My gaze fastens on it with reluctant curiosity.

Already, he’s thick and swollen. The vein that runs from the root to the bulbous head swells with blood flow.

When a deep chuckle rumbles up from his chest, my attention jerks to his face, only to find a smirk tipping the corners of his lips.

“I’ve caught sight of Jasper in the locker room. He’s nowhere near this size. I bet you couldn’t even feel him at the back of your throat. Don’t worry, sweet girl. That’s not going to be a problem for me. You’ll feel every thrust when I fuck your face.”

My mouth dries at the thought.

His words should disgust me.

What does it mean that they don’t?

I’m much too afraid to dig deeper for an answer.

He wraps one hand around his boner before bringing the tip to the seam of my lips.

When I open without further prodding, another laugh slides from him and fills the space between us. It’s a deep and low sound that claws at the bottom of my belly and ignites arousal in my core.

His forcefulness shouldn’t turn me on.

But there’s no denying the truth.

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