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Queen of Hawthorne Prep

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A challenging light fills his eyes as he pushes away from the wall and saunters closer. “Wanna bet? You’ll ride to school with me and only me. End of discussion.”

I stomp my foot.

Who does this guy think he is?

He can’t snap his fingers and demand that I fall in line. There is nothing for him to hold over my head or force me into compliance with. I open my mouth to tell him exactly that.

In the time it takes to blink, Kingsley has me pinned against the front door. I squeak in surprise, everything on the tip of my tongue dissolves as his fingers tangle in my ponytail before winding the thick length around his hand. The other settles over my collarbone until his fingers can splay wide at the base of my throat. I wish it were only panic that I had to swallow down as arousal flares to life deep inside my core.

A knowing smile curves his lips. The thick tension building isn’t a choice. It’s weeks of conditioning.

“Maybe you don’t understand that the paperwork your parents signed makes you mine.” The grip on my hair tightens, drawing my chin upward. “To do with what I please. Or, in your case, not.”

My teeth clench as resentment sparks to life. “It doesn’t matter what my parents agreed to, you don’t own me. You will never own me.”

He presses closer until his warm breath can feather across the outer shell of my ear. “Not only do I own your ass.” The hand at my collarbone drops between us before settling against my heated center and giving it a possessive squeeze. “I own this pretty little pussy, too.”

I bite back the moan building deep in my chest.

How is it possible to detest his touch and yet crave it at the same time?

There was a brief period when I felt protected and cherished in his arms. That is no longer the case. When I attempt to bat his hand away, his grip tightens on both my core and hair. I gasp when he yanks my head back, exposing the delicate column of my neck before his mouth descends, settling against the frantically beating pulse.

“Don’t push me, Summer,” he whispers. “Or I’ll make you wear the T-shirts again, so everyone knows who owns you. It seems like you might need the reminder.”

Ugh. I don’t even want to think about the stupid shirts he forced me to wear at school.

Without a bra.

When I remain silent, he presses a kiss against the fluttering skin before dragging his teeth across it. The scrape ignites an inferno in my panties. I squirm beneath him as unwanted desire burns through my body. His fingers bite into me before one hand snakes underneath the thin cotton of my panties, thrusting deep inside my body with one smooth stroke.

“You might hate me, but that doesn’t stop you from wanting my cock.” Arrogance fills his voice. “If I wanted, I could have you on your knees begging for it.”

“You’re wrong.” The forced denial doesn’t fool either one of us. We both know his assessment of the situation is spot-on. I have yet to figure out a way to turn off my feelings for him and until I’m able to do that, I’m vulnerable to his advances.

His body shakes with undisguised laughter, and it only drives home the ridiculousness of the lie.

“We both know that you would let me take you right here, in the middle of the entryway. You’d get so hot that you wouldn’t even give a shit if my dad or the housekeeper walked in while I was fucking you.”

The bastard is probably right. One stroke of his fingers and I come undone. Trust me, I hate myself for the weakness.

“Unfortunately,” he drags his fingers from my drenched body and steps away before straightening my skirt, “we don’t have time to screw around.”

When I stand frozen in place, he points to the floor. “Grab your backpack and let’s get moving.”

My gaze drops to my feet and I realize that my school bag has slipped from my shoulder during the exchange. Carefully, I lower myself to the tile floor. As my fingers tighten around the padded strap, Kingsley presses his hand against my shoulder until I’m forced to my knees. My head jerks up in silent question.

A smirk simmers around the corners of his lips as his eyes darken with lust. My gaze becomes trapped in his heated one, rendering me powerless to look away. My mouth turns cottony as I crane my neck, attention focused solely on him. His knuckles brush over the curve of my jawline and an unwanted shiver of desire dances down my spine.

“There’s nothing I like more than when you’re on your knees, worshipping your king.”

When his cock jerks inches from my mouth, a fresh wave of arousal crashes over me.


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