Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,134

we might do to her?

“Tell me, Tatum,” I said, turning to pin her in my gaze and ignoring her question as I asked one of my own. “Are you one of those society brats who never has a clue how your food makes it onto your plate or did your daddy want to instil a sense of independence in you by encouraging you to cook for yourself?”

She frowned for a moment before it all clicked together for her.

“I’m guessing you’re the brat who just let it appear in front of you?” she challenged.

“Too fucking right I am. And I intend to remain that way. So?” I closed in on her until she was boxed in against a wall of toilet paper and her sweet breath fluttered over my lips. But mixed with the usual scent of vanilla and honey blossom which clung to her, was the scent of cheap whiskey and leather which Kyan always reeked of. I growled beneath my breath as I realised the point of the hoody and Tatum’s breath caught at the sound.

“I can cook,” she answered my question and I wondered if she thought that would make me leave her alone. But I was hooked on her now, this girl had caught my attention and I didn’t see it wavering any time soon. So any hope she had of that was built on a foundation of sand which I would send crashing down at every opportunity I could.

“Good,” I replied. “Then it looks like we’ll have an in-house chef for the foreseeable future. Though I warn you, I can get quite unpleasant if my food isn’t up to scratch.” I reached out and caught a lock of her blonde hair, twisting it around my finger as she looked up at me.

“You can get quite unpleasant over a lot of things,” she murmured.

“Mmm.” I didn’t disagree with her. I was a venomous creature at the best of times and vicious at the worst.

I shifted closer to her again until her back was pressed to the mountain of toilet paper, still twisting that lock of hair around my finger.

“I’ve been wondering something about you, Tatum Rivers,” I said in a dark tone which commanded all of her attention.

“What’s that?” she asked, seeming equal parts intrigued and repelled as she looked right into my eyes.

There weren’t a lot of people who could hold my eye like that and I smiled at her. It wasn’t friendly. There was more poison in my smile than in a Black Widow spider, but I gave it to her all the same.

“I want to know if you taste as sweet as you look…”

She inhaled sharply at that, her lashes fluttering as her gaze fell on my lips like she was almost tempted to let me find out.

I tugged on the lock of her hair, letting it uncoil as she gasped again and my thumb traced the curve of her lips. They parted for me and my smile darkened as I moved my other hand to the hem of Kyan’s fucking hoody.

“I thought this wasn’t part of the deal,” she said, her breath hitching as I painted my fingers up the outside of her thigh, pushing the hoody up over my wrist as I went.

“So tell me to stop,” I replied, my thumb catching on her bottom lip as I dragged it down. “Or are you curious too?”

My other hand made it to the waistband of her leggings and I skimmed my fingers along to the point just below her naval.

“A kiss from you would be laced with venom,” she said coolly, shifting her head back an inch so that my hand slipped from her mouth.

“I wasn’t offering you a kiss,” I replied, holding her eye as I moved my other hand, running my thumb down the seam of her leggings that dipped between her thighs.

The hint of a moan escaped her as she sucked in a breath and my thumb rode right over her clit.

I didn’t wait for her to reply, or take control by shoving me off of her. I pulled my hand back as quickly as I’d touched her, caught the hem of Kyan’s hoodie and ripped the material upwards, forcing her to raise her arms as I dragged it over her head.

I yanked the fucking thing off of her and she scrambled backwards as I knotted it in my fist, knocking into the toilet paper packages and sending them all tumbling to the floor.

“I don’t want you reeking of another