Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,164

at the image of them all fucking one girl. Or taking turns with her. Or maybe there’d be several girls and they’d all defile a bedroom together. Or a lounge, or a kitchen, or a hot tub. Or maybe you need to stop picturing that shit this second, Tatum.

“We’re not always on campus, baby. The summers get real long and real fucking boring, not to mention the wildness of spring break next year.”

The image of them all sharing some flashy villa down in Mexico made me grimace. God help the cleaning staff…

“Well I hope you get paid top dollar to satisfy multiple dusty vag at once, Kyan,” I taunted, not letting on that this conversation was weirdly unsettling to me.

His grip around my shoulders firmed, but a low chuckle escaped him. “I could satisfy at least ten dusty vages at once if I wanted. But that would be at the premium rate.”

Another laugh escaped me just as we reached The Temple. Saint and Blake had already headed inside. The cool air was whipping around my bare legs and my skirt fluttered in the breeze.

I lifted my gaze to Kyan’s, slipping out of his hold and giving him a mock curtesy. “Good night, master.” I bit my lower lip and his eyes darkened at the word.

“Don’t call me that. Call me a fuck-up or a piece of shit,” he demanded and I laughed lightly.

“That’s not nearly personal enough for you though, Kyan,” I purred. “You’re a thrill-seeking manwhore who dresses like he’s a roughneck, but he’s really just as fancy as his rich kid friends.”

Kyan looked seriously turned on and half a second away from grabbing me again.

I backed up to the door of The Temple, resting my spine to it and taking hold of the handle behind me.

“Did you miss me?” I whispered in case anyone was listening inside.

His throat bobbed as his gaze roamed down to my cleavage and back up again. He stepped closer, taking his time as he eye fucked me so hard I swear I nearly came. I was panting by the time he got close, pressing one hand to the door and the other lowering to rest on my waist. The scent of gasoline and power danced in the air and intoxicated me like a drug.

I was just about to celebrate my victory in successfully luring him in, when he clucked his tongue and shoved me out of his way.

“Naw,” he said easily. “I could never miss you, baby. I missed torturing you though.” He winked before stepping inside and I scowled at his back as he went. Asshole.

***

I woke in the bathtub to an alarm on my phone. It was silent, just buzzing enough to pull me from sleep. And though getting up at the butt crack of dawn was about as appealing to me as dropping onto my knees in front of Saint and licking his shoes clean, I’d made sure I was up at a quarter to six every day since I’d been returned to their clutches. Those fifteen minutes were mine. A time when no one was going to walk in to the bathroom and take a piss or a shower or, so help me, a shit.

I at least had a blanket and a pillow in the tub now, but it still didn’t make for a good night’s sleep. I climbed out of it, keeping on my tip-toes to try and put some space between me and the cold tiles. Then I grabbed my backpack from where I’d stuffed it beneath the bath. I was sure they could find it easily enough if they wanted it, but keeping it out of sight at least meant they wouldn’t get any spontaneous ideas about looking through it again.

I took out a piece of paper and a pen before grabbing my pillow out of the bath and dropping to the floor so I could write. I couldn’t be totally honest with my sister about what was going on here, about my plans with Monroe. Just in case they found it. But I needed to get some stuff off of my chest anyway.

Dear Jessica,

I hate it here. I hate the three boys keeping me captive and I’m starting to hate this school too. It’s so beautiful here, Jess. If it wasn’t for the Night Keepers, I think I’d really love it. But they’re like poison, spilling into the atmosphere and tainting everything around them. I can’t let them taint me though. I have to be