Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,100

the Unspeakables but Saint banged his fist down on the table, making my heart jolt. “Don’t walk away unless you’re dismissed, Plague.”

Laughter trickled through the room and heat licked up the back of my neck.

Blake grimaced at me, leaning back in his seat. “What’s with the outfit? Did you dress up just for us, Plague? Because I’d cut my dick off before I put it inside you.”

“Again,” I added and his eyes flared angrily. He opened his mouth to rebuke me but came up short because, well, it was the truth. And no one could argue with that.

I balled my hands and waited for my dismissal but it never came.

“Come here,” Saint said suddenly, patting his hand on the table.

I frowned, unsure what he meant.

“Climb up here and sit in front of me,” he growled and my heart lurched into my throat.

I hesitated half a second longer before climbing onto the table then lowering myself down to sit in front of Saint. I let my bare legs hang either side of him and gazed at Lucifer sitting between my thighs, making my skin prickle all over.

He took out his phone, tapping something on it before placing it back in his pocket. He took hold of the back of my right calf and I gasped as he lifted my foot up and hooked my shoe off, placing my bare foot on his right thigh as he tossed my shoe on the floor. I tried to will my heart beat to stop pounding so wildly, sure he was going to hear it if it didn’t stop.

He lifted my other leg, repeating the process and positioning my left foot on his other thigh. My skirt was high enough up my legs that one dip of his head would give him a view of my panties and it made me feel uncomfortably exposed. I felt his muscles flex beneath the soles of my feet and something about that sent heat surging between my thighs. Shit – no.

His right hand was still on the back of my leg and he closed his thumb over my calf bone, skimming it up to the cuts on my flesh. I sucked in a breath at the sting of pain and his mouth curved into a satisfied smile.

I sensed Kyan shifting in my periphery but couldn’t break Saint’s gaze, stuck in his Venus fly trap eyes like a helpless little insect he was about to digest.

A waiter suddenly appeared, rushing over and placing a bowl down beside me. The guy freaking bowed then hurried away again.

I glanced into the bowl where three perfectly stacked yellow balls of ice cream sat inside it. Lemon. Bitter. Just like Saint.

“Feed me,” he whispered, his breath somehow cold against my skin. My nipples hardened beneath my bra and a deep squeeze in belly told me I was in trouble. Despite his hateful interior, his exterior was so perfect, so alluring. From his raven eyes to his sculpted features. An artist would have had a field day for that face alone. But that body…

Saint broke my gaze and clarity came rushing back in. I internally tackled the part of me that was panting for him and threw that bitch against the wall, locking her in cuffs. Keep it together, idiot.

I turned, picking up Saint’s bowl of ice cream and a spoon, feeling eyes on me from all around. But as Saint leaned back in his chair like a king in a throne, the world around me faded at the edges. I fought the urge to curl my upper lip back then dipped the spoon into the ice cream, carving off a piece of it and holding it out to his lips. He closed his mouth around it, simultaneously pressing his thumb down on one of the cuts on my leg. A deep throb of need resounded between my thighs in response to the flash of pain. Dammit, why was that so hot?

I focused on my breathing as I continued to spoon feed him and he continued to prod at my wounds with every bite.

“Hurry up, dude, we have football practise,” Blake growled. They’d clearly finished their meals before I arrived.

“We’ve got time,” Saint said firmly and I spooned more into his mouth, awaiting the kiss of pain, but this time his hand slid an inch up my leg and his fingers caressed the smooth skin on the back of it.

I locked my jaw and refused to let him see the electric rush his hand