Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,106

pitch,” I said in a bored voice. “Unless you think I’ve got her on her knees beneath my desk?”

I arched a brow at him as I dared him to keep pushing me.

“No offence, sir, but my girl wouldn’t suck your cock for all the money in the world.”

“Watch your tone with me, Saint,” I growled. “Don’t forget I’m your teacher.”

“I didn’t mean any offence,” he said, raising his hands innocently. “Only that she knows exactly who she belongs to and she isn’t stupid enough to go near anyone else.”

“What do you mean who she belongs to?”

Saint offered me a taunting smile and moved closer to the desk with his hand held out. “I can take her phone back for her,” he said, ignoring my question.

“If Miss Rivers would like her cellphone back she can come and claim it herself. I won’t tell you to fuck off one more time.”

He glared at me and I glared right back, ignoring the fact that he was using his position above me to try and intimidate me. The day I was intimidated by the King of the Fuckwits would be a pathetic day indeed.

Eventually, Saint nodded and backed off. “Okay, well if she shows up around here then send her my way, would you?”

“I’m not your message boy, why don’t you get Bowman or one of your little followers to track her down if you’re so desperate to see her?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll have the whole school hunting before long. We’ll find her.” He smirked at me before heading out of the door and closing it behind him.

Tatum sighed in relief and moved to climb out from beneath the desk but I rolled my chair forward, shushing her as I glanced at the CCTV and spotted Memphis lurking in the corridor right outside the door.

My new position closer to her meant that I could feel her shoulders brushing the inside of my thighs and her breath fluttered over my hand which lay in my lap. Why the fuck did Memphis have to mention the idea of her sucking my cock? I wasn’t blind, Tatum Rivers was an exceptionally attractive girl, but I was her teacher and I absolutely refused to look at her that way. But with her down there between my thighs, the mental image kept creeping in and the adrenaline rush I was riding from hiding her from him was making me feel reckless. Couple that with the fact that I’d been feeling the ache in my blue balls tonight anyway and I was finding myself in a damn compromising position.

Memphis finally gave up and strolled away, heading out of the building and I rolled my chair back, casting a frown at Tatum as she crawled out from beneath the desk.

“Thank you,” she breathed and I caught the glimmer of fear in her eyes before she locked it down. “I just don’t want to deal with that asshole right now.”

“That asshole is rarely alone in his tormenting games. You wanna tell me what he meant when he said you belong to him?”

“I…” Those big blue eyes widened and for a moment all of the bullshit she liked to give off was gone and she was looking at me like maybe there was a chance I might actually be more than just another asshole. It made me wonder how many people she’d had in her life who she could even rely on. And with everything that had come out in the news about her father, I was willing to bet she didn’t have a whole lot of people to ask now.

“Sit down,” I urged in a tone much softer than I usually used, offering her my chair again.

Tatum glanced at it then shook her head, making a move to dart past me.

I reached out and caught her waist, my fingers slipping across the soft material of her dress as I pushed her back and made her perch on the desk before me.

Her breath caught as she looked up at me, her hands landing on my forearms like she was going to push me off. But she didn’t. And for a beat too long, I didn’t release her either, the feeling of her body beneath my hands drawing me in.

I swallowed against the inclination to stay there and released her, placing my hands on the wooden desk either side of her instead, boxing her in and holding her captive as we remained like that, eye to eye.

“Tell me,” I growled, no room for negotiation.

“They…the Night