Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,141

a triple shot of espresso of course- he probably needed the overdose of caffeine to keep his dead heart beating.

When I was done, I headed around to the other side of the table and waited to be dismissed.

“I hope you like the broken glass topping I added to yours, Saint,” I said sweetly. “Oh sorry, I meant salt. I get those two things confused sometimes.”

Kyan laughed through a mouthful of food while Blake ignored me and Saint glared evenly at me over his plate.

“You think you’re funny, Barbie?” he asked coolly. “Because humour will only get you one place with me. Bent over my knee with my hand against your ass. Now sit down and eat your own breakfast.”

My heart lurched and heat spilled through my body at his words. I tried not to blush, but shit, that image had been kinda hot.

I frowned as I thought of his command. I hadn’t even bothered to make myself anything despite the fact that my stomach had been growling at me for it. The pasta Saint had offered me last night had turned out to be laced with vodka too so if it hadn’t been for Monroe’s protein bars, I probably would have been coping a lot worse right now. As it was, I had a fair bit of resolve left so I sashayed my way to the fridge and plucked out a crispy lettuce leaf, fighting a grin.

I walked back towards their table, running my tongue up the leaf and moaning like it was my favourite food in the world. I took large bites of it, swallowing it down as I dropped into my seat, making a show of how much I was enjoying it.

When I was done, I found them all looking at me like starving men and I was surprised the table hadn’t risen a few inches, propped up on their boners. Holy shit, those crazy assholes seriously enjoyed that.

“Delicious.” I smacked my lips together and Kyan snorted as he drank his coffee.

“You’re one crazy bitch,” Blake commented and I offered him a blank look.

“Takes one to know one, huh Blake?”

“You’ll start calling each of us master as of now,” Saint cut in icily, a cruel flare in his eyes.

I breathed out slowly, trying to keep my anger in check before nodding. Blake sniggered, leaning back in his seat and sipping his coffee with victory in his eyes.

“Of course, master,” I put too much emphasis on the word, mocking Saint, but he clearly liked it anyway. Dammit.

“By the way, Cinderella, your Fairy God Mother showed up here last night,” Blake said offhandedly, taking a long drink of his coffee as he smirked. “She was a real fighter but I managed to stuff her in a bag and drown her in the lake.”

“Damn, I’ve been tending to my pumpkin patch all week waiting for her to arrive,” I played along instead of rising to his shit.

He leaned his elbows on the table, making his muscles flex beneath his school shirt in a way that I couldn’t ignore. “Guess there’ll be no royal ball for you to attend, Cinders.”

“I’ve got a couple of royal balls you can tend to,” Kyan chipped in and a laugh escaped me. Even Blake’s mouth pulled up at the corner for half a second before he vanquished it from his face. For a moment, I’d seen a glimmer of the guy I’d been addicted to at the initiation party. His eyes locked on mine and his throat bobbed before he drained his coffee and took out his phone, giving his full attention to the screen. My heart tugged and I realised I actually missed the fun, golden boy I’d known for half a second.

“Enough chit chat. Go and fetch a banana,” Saint instructed me sharply and I slipped out of my seat, grabbing one for him and placing it down beside his plate. Before I could escape, he caught my wrist, yanking me down to sit on his knee and dropping his hand onto my thigh.

He pulled me closer into the arc of his powerful body and my heart thrashed wildly against my chest as he brought his face near to mine. He reached out to brush a lock of hair behind my ear, but it wasn’t tender. He was trying to perfect my imperfections, tidying back the stray hairs and eyeing my makeup for blemishes. Seemingly satisfied, he jerked his chin at the banana.

“Peel it,” he demanded.

I picked it up, clearing my throat as I