Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,116

pot. Her gaze fell to her toes as I relieved myself and I was in part glad that she was learning to keep her mouth shut while disappointed that I didn’t have a reason to punish her.

I shook my dick off then dropped my sweatpants and got in the shower, ignoring her entirely as I washed myself. I would have jerked off just to piss her off too if I could have done it without thinking about her. Even knowing she was in the room with me while I was standing here naked was enough to send blood flooding to my cock like the animals trying to crowd on to Noah’s fucking Arc.

I shut the water off with a curse, drying myself quickly before pulling my sweatpants back on and moving to brush my teeth.

All the time, Tatum watched me with a kind of numbness in her eyes and tension lining every inch of her skin. She knew I was just prolonging the agony, extending the torture until she couldn’t take it anymore and practically begged me just to do whatever it was I was going to do. But I hadn’t quite decided on that yet. In fact, I’d barely given her any commands since she’d sworn herself to us. At least not any that mattered. Because when I did, I wanted it to be perfect, fucking poetic in its brutality. I wanted her to feel it like a sucker punch, just the way I had when my dad had told me who she really was.

I spat a wad of toothpaste in the sink and finally turned to look at her again.

“Are you just going to stand there in a soaking wet hoody?” I asked as she shivered slightly in the wet material.

“I didn’t know I had permission to take it off,” she murmured and I shrugged, wondering if I liked this whipped version of her or not.

“If I don’t tell you otherwise, you can do whatever the fuck you want,” I said.

Tatum pulled the wet material off of her, dropping it to the tiles with a splat. She stood before me in a pair of white panties and a grey crop top with her hardened nipples pressing through it.

She took a towel from the rail and used it to dry herself off before wrapping it around her body like it mattered if I saw it all again.

“Where are the others?” she asked in a flat tone and I wondered if the idea of spending time alone with me was worse to her than facing us as a group.

“Saint’s working out but Kyan’s still asleep.” I smirked as that gave me an idea and moved across the room to his door. “In fact, you can wake him up for me.”

“What?” she breathed.

“You heard me. He has trouble with alarm clocks so I have to wake him up every morning, but today you can have the pleasure.” I opened his door and led her inside, stepping onto the grey carpet and glancing around at the bare space. My gaze landed on Kyan where he lay fast asleep in the centre of his super king with a sheet hitched up over his waist and his hair loose of its usual topknot and I grinned to myself.

“Go ahead,” I said, pointing her toward him.

Tatum hesitated for half a second before she did as I said with that dead look in her eyes, padding across the carpet on bare feet until she was standing over Kyan as he slept.

I fought to keep the smirk from my face as I watched the show.

“Kyan?” she asked tentatively and he didn’t shift and inch. “Kyan?” a little louder that time which made him roll over and mutter one of his infamous sleeping bullshit quotes.

“I can stick the pineapple up your ass or down your throat, either way them prickles are gonna hurt like a bitch,” he mumbled and I snorted a laugh.

“It’s not working,” Tatum said with a frown.

“He’s a deep sleeper. Give him a shake,” I urged, that smile tugging at my lips again, though luckily for me she hadn’t noticed as she turned back to Kyan with a small frown.

Tatum reached out to give him a shake and Kyan lurched at her so suddenly that she screamed. That got a reaction at least.

His hand locked around her throat and he flipped her over him like she weighed nothing at all, knocking the towel from her in the process before slamming her down into the mattress