King of Hawthorne Prep Read online Jennifer Sucevic

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Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
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“Kingsley,” I moan, arching my body to get closer.

“Tell me what you need, baby girl,” he whispers against my aching flesh.

When he draws me back into the warm cavern of his mouth, I teeter on the edge of the precipice. I don’t understand how my body can be so worked up. All he’s doing is playing with my breasts. But it feels so damn good.

“More.” It’s the only thought spinning through my head.

I need more.

“You’re so fucking greedy,” he groans. “I love it.”

I’ve never thought of myself as greedy, but he’s right. Where Kingsley is concerned, I can’t get enough. I’m not sure if I’ll ever get my fill. There is a cavernous well of need buried inside me that he has tapped into. This is a Summer I know nothing about. A sexual being I no longer recognize in the mirror.

He peppers a fiery trail of kisses across my ribs, sliding lower with every flick of his tongue, moving closer to the sheet pooled around my waist. Through heavy-lidded eyes, I watch as he drags the crumpled material away from my body until he has an unobstructed view of my panties.

He groans against my belly before sliding further down my legs. All I want to do is widen them and give him access to the part of me that throbs with an intoxicating concoction of pleasure filled pain.

My tummy trembles as his tongue darts out to trace the flesh directly above the elastic band sitting low on my hips. Warm night air kisses my breasts as his hands drift away from them to the cotton barring entrance to my core before he hooks his thumbs under the thin bands at my sides. His gaze flicks to mine, capturing it with a fire that will burn me alive if I let it.

I’m physically incapable of dragging my attention away from him. I felt this strange power the first time I met him on the beach, and the tentative bond was strengthened the day we spent on the boat. And then again, two months later, when I saw him at Hawthorne Prep. I don’t understand why there is a connection between us. Every time he lays his hands on me, it intensifies, becoming stronger.

“Are you mine, Summer?” He slides the panties down an inch before nipping at the delicate skin that has been revealed.

“Yes,” I whimper. Whether or not I want it, there’s no denying that I’m his.

His eyes darken with pleasure. “To do what I want with?”

My teeth sink into my lower lip.

Say no!

I’m my own person. Not a toy he can take out and torment when he’s bored.

He pulls the cotton lower so that the top of my mound is exposed before nipping at me. “Answer me,” he growls. “Are you mine to do what I want with?”

Not only is the question dangerous, so is the answer. It’s the equivalent of handing over my soul to the devil for safekeeping.

When his teeth sink into the plump flesh, I yelp as pain throbs through me before dissolving into pleasure. A heavy wave of arousal crashes over me, flooding my panties with slick moisture. It makes little sense how something so painful can be filled with so much gratification. There must be something wrong with me to enjoy this so much. Some kind of deviant trait he has awakened inside me.

“Yes,” I moan, unable to stop the word from escaping.

“Now you belong to me.” He tugs the underwear lower, exposing the top of my slit before pressing a kiss against it. A growl rumbles up from his throat before he nips at the flesh. “Do you have any idea how bad I want to eat you up?”

A thick shudder of need works its way through my body as he buries the tip of his nose against me before inhaling. “Goddamn, you smell fucking edible.” His eyes glint in the moonlight. “Which is good, because I plan on making a meal out of you.”

The words pouring out of his mouth should shock the hell out of me. On some distant level, they do. But not nearly as much as I wish they did. Twenty minutes ago, I wanted to scream the house down because I’d been so frightened. Now I want to scream the house down for an entirely different reason.

“Widen your legs.”

Whatever he demands, I’ll give without question.

Never breaking physical contact, Kingsley positions himself between my thighs. Even though I’m still wearing panties, I’m spread impossibly wide. His mouth hovers inches from my throbbing center. All that separates us is a thin scrap of material.

“You’re soaked.” An appreciative tone fills his voice.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet or turned on in my life.

He rolls the material down until more of my pussy is exposed. I shift restlessly beneath him as his gaze drops to my center. “Are you a virgin?”



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