Queen of Hawthorne Prep

His nimble fingers zero in on one breast, tweaking the nipple until it stiffens beneath his relentless touch. Tiny sparks of arousal burst to life. My body is like dry kindling. It won’t take much for it to catch fire. If he keeps this up, it’ll only be a matter of time before I go up in a blaze of glory.

And Kingsley understands this. It’s that knowledge that spurs me into action and I squirm beneath him, attempting to evade his intimate touch. My teeth sink into my lower lip, wanting to keep the guttural sounds buried deep inside my chest.

There is nothing I can do to stop him from taking what he wants, but I refuse to give him anything more than that. I’ll be damned if he sees exactly how much he’s still able to affect me. When it comes to Kingsley, my body has always been traitorous. No matter what happens between us, I can’t stop from wanting him. It’s disconcerting to realize that might never change. That I will always be held captive by this boy.

When I refuse to give him the reaction he seeks, a growl rumbles up from deep within his throat as he pinches one of the tiny buds. Unable to stand the pain-infused-pleasure he’s forcing upon me, a whimper escapes.

Why does it have to be like this between us?

A combustible energy impossible to extinguish.

Kingsley’s face drops to my chest. With the tip of his nose, he circles the stiffened peak before drawing it deep into his mouth. The sharp tugs send ripples of ecstasy through my body, making my core throb with need. I can’t help but shift impatiently beneath him as my hips roll against his. With a painful jerk of his lips, he releases my nipple with a soft pop before his fingers pluck at the other.

I want to scream as pleasure unfurls inside me. All he’s done is toy with my breasts and already I’m on the verge of losing it. Over the last month, Kingsley has gone to great lengths to learn my body. He knows exactly what to do to stoke the flames. And I was so free with my responses, loving everything he did. Not once did it occur to me that he might turn around and use this information against me. I would have guarded my reactions better.

“Kingsley…”

“Mmmm.” His teeth flash in the moonlight. “You know how much I love it when you beg for my dick.”

Oh God…

“No.” My head twists from side to side, wishing I could take it back. “I’m not—”

“Are you sure about that?” A knowing chuckle slides from his lips. “The needy little noises you’re making sound an awful lot like pleading to me. It’s been much too long since I filled your mouth and pussy.” His fingers wrap around the stiff little bud he’s been toying with before giving it a vicious pinch.

Another burst of pleasure-spiked-pain reverberates through me, forcing me closer to the edge.

“Do you miss my cock, baby girl?”

“No.”

Liar.

With his gaze locked on mine, a wicked smile curls around the edges of his lips before he repeatedly nips at my breast. It doesn’t take long until I’m squirming and whimpering beneath him. Desire pulses through me like that of a steady drumbeat. When I can’t stand another moment, he sucks the tortured tip so deep into his mouth that it feels like he will never relinquish me.

Before I realize what is happening, he rips the shirt from my body before tossing it to the floor. With both hands, he cups my breasts, squeezing the softness. The hatred filling his eyes is almost jarring. I never wanted it to be like this between us. In the beginning, I had naïvely thought we could overcome the past, but it’s become obvious that will never happen. There is too much ugly history that sits between us like a gaping chasm. The best thing we can do is leave each other alone.

“Why are you doing this?” I whisper.

His fingers still as he searches my eyes in the darkness. “Haven’t you figured that out yet?”

I shake my head, bracing myself for his response.

“I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”

Laughter bubbles up in my throat. Doesn’t he realize that I’ve already been wrecked?

“Now turn over.” The heaviness of his weight disappears until he is no longer straddling my torso.

When I remain motionless, his hands lock around my hips before he flips me over and drags me down the mattress until I’m folded on my knees with my ass in the air. The side of my face hits the pillow and a shuddering breath gets knocked from my chest.

A thin pair of cotton panties are all that bars him from full access.

His wide palms settle on each cheek before he gives them a rough squeeze. I close my eyes, desperately trying to block out his touch. If anything, it has the opposite effect, intensifying the sensation.