Princess of Hawthorne Prep Read Online Jennifer Sucevic

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, New Adult, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
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That meant girls and parties.

College applications and continuing the recruitment process.

It was all good.

And I couldn’t have been happier.

All that was blown to shit when my father’s estranged mother, Rose Hawthorne, keeled over.

What did the old bitch leave us?

A fucking mansion.

Along with a company that had once upon a time been co-owned with the Rothchilds.

And a legacy of hate that is impossible to vanquish.

With Delilah by my side, none of that matters.

If I have to claw my way over Jasper to a starting position on this team, that’s precisely what I’ll do. It’s only when Delilah burrows closer to my chest that the memories fade into nothingness. A shiver works its way through her body as silvery moonlight spills over her long, pale blonde hair.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

I mean really beautiful.

The first time I saw this girl, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. One way or another, I knew she would be mine.

And now she is.

Even though the music from inside has become muffled, faint wisps along with the low and steady thump of the bass can still be heard. It all but pulsates in the air.

When another shudder slides through her, my brows draw together in concern. “Are you cold?”

Whatever it is this girl needs, I want to be the one who gives it to her.

“A little,” she says with a quick shrug and a smile.

“Want to head back inside the house?”

“No, I’d rather stay out here where it’s less crowded.”

Unable to resist the lure of her mouth, my hand slides into the thickness of her hair before dragging her close enough for my lips to settle over hers. It only takes one stroke for her to open and our tongues to tangle. I have no idea what it is about Delilah that affects me this way. She’s like an addiction pumping through my blood, setting it on fire until it blazes through everything in its path. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to fight my way free of her.

Especially now that she’s given herself to me. The idea that her body has been molded specifically to my cock drives me fucking insane. If I have anything to say about it, that’s the way it’ll stay.

“Get a room,” a loudmouth asshole shouts, drawing my attention away from her.

“Or don’t,” his friend laughs. “I wouldn’t mind watching that girl get fucked.”

My muscles tense as irritation washes over me. There’s no way in hell anyone else will ever catch sight of her being pleasured.

For good measure, I stroke my tongue against the velvety softness of hers one last time before grudgingly drawing away and glancing around. I spot the two dickheads with the big traps loitering near the pool.

“Hey, Garrickson?” I call out, raising my voice in order to be heard over the noise.

The redheaded kid meets my gaze with a stupid grin dancing across his face.

“Shut the fuck up,” I growl.

Then, I scowl at his friend. “You, too.”

Their smiles dim in wattage as they glance at each other before disappearing into the throng.

“So fucking childish,” I grumble, pissed they intruded on the moment we were having.

“Welcome to high school,” Delilah says lightly. What I’ve noticed is that she doesn’t like confrontation and avoids it at all costs.

Since their comments don’t seem to bother her, I decide to let it go. There’s no need to ruin our evening.

My muscles loosen as my lips hitch at the corners. “Yeah, I guess so.”

A burst of wind whips over us and another shiver shimmies across her flesh. Even though she’s wearing a lightweight sweater, it’s not enough to stop the cool breeze from slicing through the garment. When she presses closer, I grab the hem of my sweatshirt and yank it off before dragging it over her blonde head until the thick material settles around her waist.

“Better?”

“Much,” she says with a smile that arrows clean through the heart of me. “Thanks.”

Once she’s wrapped up in my hoodie, she snuggles against my chest before slanting a look upward. “Aren’t you cold now?”

“Nope. I’ve got you to keep me warm.”

My hands slip beneath the hem of the sweatshirt before drifting along her ribcage and settling under the gentle swells of her breasts. All I’d have to do is inch my thumb upward and I’d be touching her softness. The sweatshirt is so oversized on her small form that no one would be the wiser.

Her gaze stays fastened to mine as I stroke her bare flesh.

This right here is what heaven must feel like.

Minutes tick by before she lifts her head and glances around the party that rages around us. Her muscles stiffen as she averts her head. Impatient for her attention, I nip at her plump lower lip. That’s all it takes for her gaze to slice to mine. It’s a surprise to find distress clouding her expression.


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