Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,171

one hand and a delicate, dark blue lingerie combo in the other.

“Put these on,” he demanded, placing them on the bed and folding his arms as he waited.

I could tell this was a test. He wanted me to blink, to beg for him to turn around. But I was not in the mood to be fucked with anymore. So I was going to front it out just like I had with Kyan.

I walked over to the clothes then turned to face Saint and undid my robe. I stared him right in the eye and let it fall from my shoulders to pool at my feet. I knew I was flushed and my nipples were hardened from my encounters with Blake and Kyan. Saint could probably tell how turned on I was and suddenly I found a power in that.

The vicious mask he wore dropped for the first time since I’d met him. He swallowed hard and his eyes softened to something dark and hungry that almost drew me in. I grabbed the panties, pulling them on before putting on the bra. Neither did much to cover my nudity and if anything they just enhanced my body even more. Next, I pulled on the skirt which fit snugly over my ass before falling down to my feet and splitting up both sides to the knee. I tugged the pink lacy top on over it and it gently caressed the skin above my navel, leaving my stomach on show.

Saint moved toward me, taking my hand and guiding me to a large mirror on the wall. He placed me in front of him and my heart juddered as he reached up to pull my hair out of its knot. A waterfall of gold tumbled around me and Saint combed his fingers through the damp strands, arranging it over my shoulders. Every touch was firm and controlling, but then he stroked his finger down my side and over the curve of my hip with the most gentle of touches and a breath snagged in my throat.

“Beautiful,” he said softly, pressing up behind me and gazing at me in the mirror.

It wasn’t a compliment from him. I was just one of his pretty possessions. A thing to be admired.

“Well?” he asked, stepping to my side and fixing his already perfectly styled hair. “Aren’t you going to comment on how I look?”

I blew out a derisive breath, looking him up and down in the mirror and wetting my lips. “You look merciless, Saint Memphis. Like always.”

He smirked and that expression sent an angry tirade of butterflies swarming through my belly. Better call pest control for those little bastards.

Saint leaned in and pressed an icy kiss to my cheek, making my entire body freeze in reaction to it.

“Do your makeup,” he breathed then walked away and every butterfly dropped dead just like that.

***

An entire Saturday with the Night Keepers was predictably long. I brought them drinks while they played video games then they made me count pebbles on the shore while they swam in the lake and laughed together about how fucked the world was. I didn’t quite mind that display of muscular bodies dripping with water. Shame about the personalities attached to them though.

When the sun finally did me the solid of setting, I was ready to go to bed and be done with this day. It was only a few more hours of torture until they let me and I finally stepped into the bathroom with a sigh of relief.

Although, it was short lived, because I soon remembered I had to do this all over again tomorrow. And the next day and the next…

I stripped down and put on my nightdress, climbing into the bathtub ready for another uncomfortable night’s sleep. My phone battery was low and I made a mental note to ask the asswits to charge it. I knew they would; they wanted me on call at all times. As it was essential to them controlling me.

My eyes fluttered closed and I drew in a long breath as I begged sleep to come and take me away from this nightmare. And hopefully not fling me into another one. I just wanted the sweet gift of nothingness to steal me away for a while. And at long last, I got my wish.

***

I woke with a cold sense of dread in my bones and I knew something was wrong. A hand clamped over my mouth and my scream was stifled by the huge palm. Blake