Page 48 of Princess of Hawthorne Prep

“What did you do with Jasper in the woods?”

“Nothing,” I cry as he takes a long lap of my pussy. “I hate Jasper for everything he’s done to us.”

“I don’t know, Delilah. I can’t tell if you’re the villain of this story or just an innocent victim. But rest assured, I’ll get to the truth.”

I scream when he spears his tongue deep inside my body.

“One way or the other.”

“I promise that I’m not lying. I wish you’d believe me.”

“I wish I could, too. I wish it were that easy.”

“Austin, please…”

Before I can wrap my lips around the words, he draws my clit into his mouth and sucks it gently. My back bows off the mattress as my core explodes with sensation before ricocheting throughout my entire being.

Even though I press a hand to my mouth to keep the sound trapped inside, it’s not possible. It bursts from me in a long, keening wail that echoes in my ears. Austin continues to lick and suck at my flesh until every last drop of pleasure has been wrung from my oversensitive body and I’m a limp mess, staring sightlessly at the ceiling.

As I float back to earth, my gaze finds his again. He’s sitting up, staring at me. What I expect is for him to crawl up my body and bury his thick length deep inside my heat, giving us both what we so desperately need.

That flicker of hope is snuffed out when he rises to his feet. All the heat swirling through his dark eyes is now locked behind a mask of indifference.

Even though I’m afraid of the rejection, I can’t stop the word from tumbling free.“Please.”

He shakes his head.

My eyes silently plead with his in the darkness as he takes a step in retreat before swinging away and slipping through the door into the hallway. I stare at the empty space in disbelief before curling up into a tight ball. There doesn’t seem to be anything I can say that will alter his opinion of me.

The sooner I come to terms with that reality, the better off I’ll be.

DELILAH

It’s the harsh sunlight against my eyelids that has me reluctantly surfacing from a restless sleep. I spent most of the night tossing and turning, hoping Austin would slip into the room.

Back to the bed we’re sharing.

He never did.

With a blink, I roll over and stare at the other side of the mattress.

It looks the same as it did last night.

Empty.

Untouched.

Where did he end up?

In someone else’s bed?

God knows there are enough girls clamoring for a piece of him. The thought of Austin touching someone else after giving me an orgasm makes me sick to my stomach. With a huff, I collapse against the pillows and stare at the ceiling, trying to figure out if there’s a way to repair the damage that has been inflicted. That continues to be inflicted at every turn.

Unwilling to dwell on the tangle of emotions, I toss off the covers and gravitate to the window before pressing my face against the cool glass. Even though it’s early, the sun is shining as it climbs higher in the cornflower blue sky, glinting over the water that rolls toward the sandy shoreline. There’s something mesmerizing about the whitecapped waves as they lap at the beach. It must be magical, because it manages to settle everything that riots dangerously inside me.

I glance up and down the long stretch of coastline. There’s not a soul in sight. Could there be a more perfect time to grab my camera and head outside?

With any luck, I’ll snap a few photos that can be used for the art exhibition at the end of the year. Other than graduating and getting the hell out of Hawthorne, it’s the only thing I have to look forward to.

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