Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,142

caught Kyan’s eye and saw the flash of jealousy in his gaze. I realised I could use this to my advantage despite the fact that being this close to Saint made my skin prickle and my blood burn with hate. But he was a sinful temptation I could pretend to want easily enough, and maybe it wasn’t all a pretence, because as I met his inky gaze, heat gathered between my thighs.

I peeled the banana, placing the skin down on the table, expecting to feed him like I had the other day. Instead, he took it from my hands and pressed it to my lips, his hand inching up my thigh at the same moment.

I inhaled sharply and he pushed the banana between my lips, leaning in close to my ear. “Eat,” he commanded and it wasn’t like when Monroe had said it. This was as much of a threat as it was a command. I closed my mouth around the fruit and Kyan continued to glance this way. Apparently he liked what I was doing so I even let out a little moan of delight at how good it tasted. And in fairness, it did taste fucking good. I wasn’t normally a noisy eater, but it was worth the overreaction as Kyan’s expression grew fiercer.

Saint’s hand slipped beneath my skirt and my legs parted for him instinctively as he pushed the banana deeper into my mouth. Oh shit.

I was losing my cool, my heart fluttering and my breathing quickening. But maybe that was a good thing because it looked like Kyan was losing his cool too. His fists were balling and the simmering shades of gold in his eyes said he wanted to drag me out of Saint’s lap into his.

“You need to stay healthy, Barbie. You eat when we eat. And you eat proper food.” Saint spoke as if I’d been the one to decide I wanted to eat nothing but three lettuce leaves yesterday and that pissed me off to my core. I closed my legs, trapping his hand between them and his gaze darkened to midnight.

I finished the banana and swallowed it down, keeping him in my gaze. “Thanks for breakfast, your assholiness.”

He tugged his fingers free from between my thighs then whipped me over in his lap before I could do a thing to stop him. My heart soared into my throat as he flipped my skirt up so my ass was pointed right at Kyan and he spanked me hard enough to make me yelp.

I looked up at Blake through a curtain of hair and even he looked fucking surprised. The sting of Saint’s hand resounded right through to my core but it was nothing to the second time his hand slammed against my flesh. The bite of pain made me gasp but a burning sweetness followed, driving up between my legs and hell it felt so good, I started panting.

Saint flipped my skirt back down to cover my no doubt reddened ass cheeks then pulled me upright. I scrambled back onto my feet, pushing my hair back out of my face, unsure what the fuck to do with myself. I was flustered and hot, humiliated and turned on all at once.

What the hell just happened? And why did I like it?

Saint stood from his chair so suddenly that it clattered down onto the floor. I fell into his shadow and he gazed down his nose at me, his eyes hardening like frost. “You talk to me like that again and you’re gonna get spanked. Every. Time. Until you learn. Do you understand me?”

My lips parted wordlessly. My ass was still burning from the clap of his palm and my body was starting to ache with need.

“Got it,” I breathed, faking a lip quiver so he’d think I was scared. But I was sure I was going to misbehave again. Like soon. Real soon. Because shit, apparently I liked being spanked. But I wasn’t gonna let him know it, or he’d make sure to never do it again. And if that was how he decided to punish me going forward, then I was gonna be bad more often.

“Saint Memphis!” a booming voice made my heart lurch and I turned towards the front door as Headmaster Brown threw it open and strode into The Temple. Which, from the furious look on Saint’s face, was not acceptable. Brown pointed an accusing finger at him, striding forward at a fierce pace. “You’ve gone too far this time,