Cruel Prep: A Dark High School Bully Romance (Princes of Ravenlake Academy Book 1)

by Nicole Fox

  She grins and wraps her arms around my neck. “That sounds perfect. Please. Carry on with the ravaging.”

  I carry her up to my room and throw her back on the bed. She is wearing lacy black panties with a matching bra, and all I want to do is rip the material off her with my teeth.

  I crawl onto the bed, ready to move over her, but before I can, Lily rolls off the bed and runs across the room.

  I flop on the bed with a groan. “Woman, you are driving me crazy.”

  She laughs, and I hear a drawer open and close. “There’s just one more thing we need to take care of.”

  “What in the hell could we possibly need to take care of right now?”

  I feel her weight on the bed, and I reach out blindly and yank her down onto the mattress. I press my knee between her legs and crawl over her, and when I look down, I see exactly what couldn’t wait.

  Lily is holding the collar I put on her neck months ago.

  The one I took off the night everything changed.

  Her cheeks are pink, her eyes wide and bashful, but she slips the key into the lock, opens it, and then hands it to me.

  “I want to be yours, Finn.”

  “You are mine, baby. You don’t need to wear a lock to prove that to anyone,” I say, though the thought of my lock being around her neck makes me hot.

  “I know,” she says. “But I want it. Please. Put it on me.”

  I told Lily the first night she was ever in my room that I would ruin her.

  I told her she would beg for me to do dirty things to her.

  But I never imagined it would come true quite like this. I was just trying to scare her, trying to terrify her into running away and never coming back.

  But now, she is mostly naked, lying underneath me, choosing for me to dominate her.

  I’ve never seen anything sexier in my entire life.

  She props herself up on her elbows, and I wrap the chain around her neck. By the time I press the lock together, my cock is aching between my legs.

  The lock rests against her collarbone just above the swell of her breasts. The fact that this beautiful girl is mine is almost too much to bear.

  “You’re mine,” I say, mostly to myself.

  Lily slides her hand down the flat planes of my stomach and lower, slipping inside my waistband and grabbing my hard length.

  “I’m yours,” she repeats, her voice hoarse. “So, take me.”

  At her command, I’m too excited to do more than pull myself free of my pants, shove her panties to the side, and plunge inside of her.

  She is wet and ready, and she takes me in one thrust, her body arching with the pleasure of our meeting.

  I saw into her again and again, slapping our bodies together until her fingernails dig into my back, and she is writhing beneath me.

  “Finn, Finn,” she breathes, rolling herself up onto me, meeting me with every thrust. “Fuck, Finn. Yes.”

  The dirty words are perfect on her lips, and I slide into her until her body eases back into the mattress, coming down from her orgasm.

  Then, I pull out of her and strip her down, pulling her panties down with my teeth just like I imagined. When we are both naked, I roll her over and prop her up on her knees.

  She keeps her head and shoulders on the bed and spreads her knees, opening herself to me.

  I position myself at her opening and slide inside with a low, breathy curse.

  She is tight and warm around me, and I grab her hips for better leverage, pulling her against me with every thrust.

  She lifts her head and arches her back, deepening our connection.

  God, she is perfect.

  So fucking perfect.

  I grab the back of the collar, pulling her head back further, making her back arch even more, and Lily breathes my name.

  “Harder,” she cries when I can feel her body begin to pulse around me. “More. Please.”

  I slam into her with everything I have, holding her by the collar and the hips. We meet again and again, her crying out with every thrust, until I can’t hold back anymore.

  And then I spill into her, my body shuddering with the release.

  When we are done, we fall together, a tangle of arms and legs on the bed. Lily lays her head on my chest, and the cold metal locket lands on my chest.

  I just inherited millions from my father. My entire life is set.

  But none of it means more than this girl lying next to me. None of it compares to her.

  She is mine. And that is better than anything else.

  Epilogue

  Lily

  “I can’t believe you two are graduating,” Caleb says, shaking his head at Finn and Viktor. “Ravenlake Prep won’t be the same without you.”

  “Yeah, it will be a whole lot nicer,” Noah jokes.

  Viktor throws his head back with a laugh and flips him off. “Better because there will finally be some pussy left for you.”

  “Stop ruining my speech, assholes!” Caleb clears his throat and lifts his beer bottle in the air. “Anyway, Ravenlake Prep won’t be the same without you. We will miss you, but we know you all will go off to do lots of horrible things in the broader world.”

  “To making trouble,” J.C. says, lifting his bottle.

  Caleb gives his friend a mean look for stealing his thunder, but takes a drink with everyone else anyway.

  It feels crazy that the year is ending. The first few weeks at Ravenlake Prep felt like a lifetime, but after everything changed, the last semester flew by. Now, bizarre as it feels to admit it, I’m kind of sad.

  “Lily is graduating, too,” Finn says, pulling me into his side. “She is off to art school to change the art scene forever. So, cheers.”

  All of the guys smile and lift their bottles again.

  We’ve been on the patio behind Finn’s house for a few hours already, drinking and talking and smoking long enough that everyone is feeling sentimental.

  My mom understood that I’d want to spend graduation night with my friends, so she made me promise I’d do breakfast with her in the morning.

  But for tonight, it’s just me and Finn.

  “Viktor is off to college on a scholarship, but what are you doing, Finn?” J.C. asks.

  “Lily, mostly.”

  I slap his chest playfully. All the boys laugh and cheer.

  Finn kisses my temple and shrugs. “Fuck if I know. After the year I’ve had, I’m not in a hurry to figure it out.”

  Finn and I have talked about it a few times over the last few months, but there are still no firm plans. I’m leaving for school in September, and I want him to come with me and share a small apartment, but I can’t ask him to do that. I can’t ask him to give up this big house and his friends to follow me to New York. It isn’t right.

  So, I haven’t asked.

  We all talk and joke for a while until we hear music coming from nearby.

  Caleb frowns and turns around. “What is that?”

  Finn hitches a thumb over his shoulder towards the neighbor’s house. “New neighbors. The daughter likes to play her music loud.”

  “This neighborhood is going straight to the dogs,” Viktor jokes.

  “Anyone we know?” Caleb asks.

  Finn shakes his head. “The mom is a real June Cleaver type. She brought me cookies to introduce herself and said they just moved from the other side of town. Her husband got a job with Barber Engineering.”

  Since Finn’s dad died, Finn has maintained his board member position at Barber and has had a front-row seat to all of the shakeups that have happened. People in cahoots with Mr. Foster have been fired or demoted and new people have been brought in. They are trying to reorganize the power dynamics, which can’t hurt.

  And apparently, it’s benefitting some people on the other side of town for a chance.

  I make a mental note to get next door and introduce myself to the neighbor’s daughter soon. I know what it’s like to be new in Ravenlake.

  “What’s the girl�
��s name?” I ask.

  Finn says, “Haley Cochran.”

  At the mention of her name, Caleb drops his beer. The bottle hits the concrete and shatters and everyone scatters, shouting at him.

  “What the fuck, dude?” Viktor says, brushing shards of glass off his foot.

  “Sorry,” he mumbles, sliding the shards under his chair with his shoe. Suddenly he stops and looks up at Finn. “Haley Cochran, you said? You’re sure?”

  “Yeah.” Finn frowns. “Why, do you know her?”

  Caleb shakes his head for a long time, saying nothing. “No. No. Not really. I mean … no. I don’t.”

  Viktor laughs humorlessly. “You need to cut back, my friend. You’re drunk.”

  Caleb, very unlike himself, doesn’t argue and sits back down in his chair. He is quiet most of the night, but I can’t help but notice he keeps glancing over towards the neighbor’s house.

  As if he knows something we don’t.

  Later, in bed, I ask Finn if he thought Caleb was being weird.

  “Caleb is always being weird,” he says, pulling me back against him like a little spoon. He nuzzles into my neck and smells my hair. “That’s nothing new.”

  “It seemed like he knew Haley.”

  Finn groans and squeezes me. “Can we not talk about Caleb?”

  “What do you want to talk about, then?”

  He rolls his hips against me, and I feel the length of him on my lower back. “Nothing,” he breathes. “I don’t want to talk about a damn thing.”

  He crawls over me and pushes me down into the mattress, and I let him pin my arms above my head. Slowly, he kisses his way down my neck and between my breasts, lower until he swipes his tongue over the front of my panties. I shiver.

  I always think there is no possible way Finn and I can continue to pleasure one another like this. Surely, we’ll get bored.

  But then he pushes my panties aside and plunges my tongue inside of me, and I realize I’ll never get tired of the way he touches me. The way he worships me.

  At the start, he dominated me, and it scared me.

  Now, I see that submitting to what Finn wants to do is part of the game. Having someone tell you how they are going to touch you is freeing.

  I don’t have to think about anything.

  My only job is to lie back and let him explore.

  He presses the flat of his tongue against me, flicking the apex of my thighs, and I buck into his mouth. He sucks and flicks and licks until my thighs shake, and I can’t hold it back anymore.

  My body gushes with relief, and Finn laps it all up.

  While I’m still reeling from the orgasm, he crawls over me and positions himself at my opening.

  But I want to make him feel the way I do. I want him to clear his head of everything except pleasure. So, I press on his chest until he relents and rolls over onto the mattress.

  I hook my knee over his hips, grab him by the base, and slide onto him the way I have so many times before. Still, every time it feels new and thrilling.

  Finn grabs my hips and watches as I roll my body over him. I lean back, hands on his thighs, and ride him, taking control of the depth and the speed.

  I grab his hands from my hips and bring them to my chest, moaning when he pinches my nipples between his fingers and flicks my sensitive buds.

  “Holy shit,” he moans as I increase the speed. “Fuck me. Like that. Yes.”

  I never get tired of hearing him lose control. I never get tired of watching his face scrunch in pleasure or seeing his eyes go wide with release. Making someone like Finn lose his composure for even a minute is always an achievement, and I revel in the glory.

  Our bodies slide together, brushing me in all the right spots, and I’m so close to my second climax.

  “Tell me I’m yours,” I moan, planting my hands on his chest. “Tell me.”

  Finn sits up and grabs my ass with both hands. “You’re mine, baby. You’re mine.”

  He pulls me onto him harder and faster, and I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him against my chest, crying out as my body peaks, as the orgasm shudders through me.

  “You’re mine,” Finn groans again. I feel him tense beneath me and then release, his body twitching.

  We slowly ride out the waves of our pleasure until he lays me back on the bed and kisses the tension from my muscles. He kisses his way up my body to my mouth, and then brushes my hair from my face and smiles.

  “You’re mine, Lily DeVry,” he breathes. “All mine.”

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  Ravenlake Prep was my refuge.

  Caleb Wilson made it my nightmare.

  My ex-boyfriend did awful things to me.

  But running from him just made it worse.

  Because now I’m stuck at Ravenlake Academy with the only boy in this town who might be more dangerous than my ex…

  And he wants to break me in half.

  Caleb Wilson is gorgeous. Deadly.

  And very, very pissed off.

  But I need something from Caleb.

  Something only he can give me.

  So now, I’m at the mercy of a boy who’s sworn to ruin me.

  I have one semester to change his mind.

  CRUEL ACADEMY is a full-length high school bully romance and Book 2 in the Princes of Ravenlake Academy trilogy.

  The Princes of Ravenlake Academy is a series of standalones that all take place at the infamously cruel Ravenlake Preparatory Academy.

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  Book 1, CRUEL PREP, is Finn and Lily’s story.

  Book 2, CRUEL ACADEMY, is Caleb and Haley’s story.

  Book 3, CRUEL ELITE, is Noah and Penny’s story.

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  HALEY

  The boy getting his ass kicked in the ring looks like he does not want to be there.

  I get it.

  I don’t want to be here either.

  I don’t know why I came at all, to be honest. It’s not safe for me here. John could be anywhere, around any corner. Waiting for me.

  Not a single person in the crowd would do anything to intervene if he chose tonight to try and drag me back into his world. Underground fights aren’t exactly a breeding ground for Good Samaritans, you know?

  If he did pounce out, they’d probably all cheer. Like this was just another fight on the undercard.

  Haley Cochran versus her abusive ex-boyfriend, John “Bumper” Whitley! Watch as this hundred-pound girl desperately tries to fend off the leather-clad douche bag who’s made her life a living hell!

  Shit—not only would they stand around and watch, they’d probably start betting on the outcome.

  I’m seated at the top of the bleachers looking down at the boxing ring in the middle. Sunglasses on and hoodie pulled over my face so nobody recognizes me, even though it makes me look like a total diva bitch since it’s, ya know, nightttime.

  But I’m close enough to see the blood spattering the canvas of the ring down below.

  One of the fighters is bigger than the other—taller, broader, thicker—but something about him seems unsteady. Ready to crumble at any moment.

  Probably because it’s almost entirely his blood that’s been spilled.

  His opponent, a stocky guy with light brown hair and a distractingly muscled back, is fully in charge of the match.

  Even worse—he knows it.

  He’s so arrogant that I can’t sense it from here.

  It’s in the way he walks around the ring. Hands down by his side, inviting his opponent to strike. Taunting. Sneering. Laughing.

  It’s in the wa
y he grins. The way he spits. The way he waves his arms at the crowd, egging them on to get louder, rowdier.

  And they do. They love him. They envy him. They want him.

  Caleb Wilson is a god here…

  To everyone but me.

  Dread coils in my stomach like a snake. I take a deep breath to try and shake off the nerves that have been clinging to me like static electricity all day. My clothes feel too tight, my hair keeps brushing across my nose, and I’m suddenly unsure of what to do with my hands.

  I shouldn’t have come here. This was a mistake.

  It’s time for me to go.

  I adjust my hoodie lower and start to clamber down the bleachers. I keep my head down and move fast.

  But not fast enough.

  “Haley?” comes a shrill, drunken voice.

  I freeze. Fuck. I should just keep going. Run out into the parking lot, get in my car, and get the hell out of Dodge.

  But it’s too late. I’ve been spotted.

  “Haley, is that you!” the girl repeats.

  Sighing, I turn around and lower my sunglasses.

  “No fucking way!” shrieks Anna McCauley in a bastardized New York accent that is as fake as the long lashes she’s wearing. Anna always has her lashes on.

  I give her a tight smile. “Hi.”

  “Are you slumming or what?” She takes a long sip of whatever spiked drink is inside of her gas-station Styrofoam cup and smacks her lips. “I didn’t think you ran with us anymore.”

  “I’ve been busy. We moved this summer and—”

  “I know. Big castle on the hill. We’ve all seen it.”

  My stomach flips. “You know where I live?”

  She nods, looking dangerously unsteady on her high heels. “If you thought you could disappear after the way you left, you’re batshit crazy. Crazier than I thought, actually.”

  If Anna knows where I live, John certainly does, too.