Page 37 of Princess of Hawthorne Prep

“Know what you’re gonna do?” There’s a beat of silence before he continues. “Ride my thigh until you come.”

My eyes flare wide. “What?”

“You heard me,” he growls. “I want you to come right here and now while everyone sits in the SUV and wonders where we are.”

I shake my head almost frantically. “Please, no.”

He presses more insistently against my core, moving it just enough to cause friction. The unwanted sensation reverberates throughout my being.

“Austin…”

“We’re not leaving until you come. I don’t care how long it takes.”

Oh god.

Unable to hold myself still, I flex my hips against the thickness of his thigh. The slide of him beneath me is all it takes to have another burst of arousal exploding inside me.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Hump my leg.”

The husky comment should embarrass me. And on some level, it does. It’s mortifying to be reduced to a quivering mass of hormones and commanded to orgasm. But that’s not nearly enough to stop me from seeking out my release, and I find myself grinding against him as instinct takes over.

My arms are still locked above my head and his thigh is pressed against me as I hump his leg, just like he demanded. It doesn’t take long for my muscles to tighten. And then I’m exploding, moaning out my orgasm. My hips continue to buck until the last shudder has been wrung from me and I wilt against him.

“Tell me, Delilah,” he whispers harshly in my ear.

No further explanation is necessary.

“I belong to you.”

“That’s right. And just like I told you before, I’ll you use you any damn time I want. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

He crushes his body against mine until I feel the thick length of his erection pressing insistently against me. Our gazes cling for a long heartbeat before he steps away and slips from the cramped space. As I attempt to find my bearings, my attention lands on Aubrey, who loiters outside the restroom.

The moment our gazes catch, she frowns and swings around, taking off after Austin. My hands shake as I tuck an errant lock of hair behind my ear and draw in an unsteady breath.

I can’t help but wonder how I’ll make it through this weekend intact.

Perhaps the real question isifI’ll make it through this weekend.

DELILAH

By the time we pull up in front of the massive, two-story beach house, I’m more than ready to escape the suffocating confines of the SUV. I need a little breathing room to find my equilibrium. The intensity of Austin’s dark gaze watching my every move through the rearview mirror the past couple hours has set my nerves on edge.

The five of us exit the vehicle as Austin pops the hatch and pulls out the suitcases. No surprise, Aubrey has the most luggage with three oversized Louis Vuitton bags. Everyone else has one. When I lean over to pick up mine, Duke grabs the thick strap along with his own.

“I’ve got it,” he tells me, gently knocking my hand away.

“Are you sure?”

He flashes a rare smile. “Yup. No problem.”

From the corner of my eye, I watch the muscle in the other boy’s jaw tic.

“Would you mind helping with my bags, Austin?” Aubrey flutters her mascara-laden lashes in his direction. “They’re so heavy.”

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