Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,118

to claim from her now if she just fell into line so easily.

“Naw,” Kyan said, gripping her ass even tighter as he slid her down his thighs until she was sitting right over his cock. “You just need a minute to catch your breath, don’t you, Tatum? You’ll be calling me all the names under the sun again soon, won’t you?”

She remained silent and his face darkened before he slapped her ass hard enough to leave a hand print.

My eyebrows shot up and she flinched at the sting of pain, taking the hint to reply. “Yes, asshole,” she said but there wasn’t much bite to it.

Kyan rolled his eyes and lifted the brush and elastic from his lap, passing them to her so she could start working on his hair.

She didn’t even look uncomfortable and my brows arched as I wondered if that was because she didn’t care anymore or because she was happy enough to be in Kyan’s lap.

Tatum pushed up onto her knees as she began brushing his hair back to tie it up, putting her tits right in his face in the process. The hint of a smirk on Kyan’s face let me know he didn’t mind that at all and my frown deepened. He’d expressed his appreciation of her body a few times now, but it seriously wasn’t his style to get involved with anyone from school. So I couldn’t figure out what the point of this little game was. Was he just aiming to disarm her or was he really into it too?

“Are you getting hard for our little pet there, Kyan?” I asked him, deciding I might as well just ask him outright.

“I dunno. Am I, baby?” he asked Tatum as she finished tying his hair for him and sat back to look at him.

She pursed her lips and dropped her gaze to his crotch.

“Yeah,” she replied like she didn’t give a shit about that either. Which was pretty fucking cold, ignoring a dude’s hard on right to his face like that. Though Kyan’s gaze dropped over her like he gave no shits about that.

“Looks like you’re about to make a mess in your pants there, Kyan,” I taunted. “Do you get that turned on doing your own hair too?”

“Yeah. I come in my pants every time I finish tying it. To be honest, Tatum, you should be offended that I didn’t do that for you.”

I snorted a laugh but she gave us nothing.

Kyan stood suddenly, gripping Tatum’s ass again as he lifted her with him before throwing her down into the middle of his bed so hard that she bounced. She gasped as her blonde hair tumbled all around her and she lay on her back looking up at him with a faint blush lining her cheeks.

“You want me to tie you to the bed and fuck you ‘til you can’t see straight, Tatum?” he asked in a rough voice which I was guessing was aimed at getting a real reaction from her.

“And what am I supposed to do if she says yes?” I growled before she could reply. “Just stand here and watch you?”

“Naw, I bet Tatum can give real good head too. You think you could handle both of us, baby?” he asked her as she scrambled backwards up the bed like she was thinking he might really mean to go through with that offer. But she was in luck there, we might have been dark creatures but none of us got hot for girls who didn’t want us in return.

“I’d sooner drink from the fucking toilet than screw either of you,” she hissed and Kyan grinned as he got the reaction he’d wanted.

“See, Blake? Didn’t I say rich girls don’t know how to fuck?” Kyan said, turning to me with a smirk on his face that said he was pleased with himself for riling her again. “She couldn’t handle one of us, let alone both. Our girl might be hot, but I’m still pretty sure that the fantasy of her I’ve got going in my head would far surpass reality. So with that in mind, I’m gonna go use said fantasy as material to jerk off over in the shower.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” I said as Tatum remained in the imagined safety she’d found in the far corner of the bed. “She could barely keep up with me when I pity fucked her after her initiation.”

“Fuck you,” Tatum snapped, unable to let that lie slide and I smirked at her, glad