Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,176

what I wanted. And it just so happened that I wanted to be pointed in the direction of fuckers to mess up from time to time. I didn’t mind being set loose with my fists and fury at his beck and call one little fucking bit. Because whenever he offered me up a fresh victim, he was just feeding the beast within me. And that fucker was always hungry.

“You want me to take you out then, baby?” I asked her, seeing exactly what she was angling for. But if she was willing to test me, she’d better be ready to accept the consequences for it.

“Yeah,” she said, her eyes all hot with the dare. “I do.”

I smirked at her, getting to my feet and pulling her up with me. “Come on then. But I’m not taking you out dressed like a fucking secretary.”

A breath of laughter escaped her and I caught her hand, dragging her up the stairs to Saint’s room with a smile playing around my lips.

“Are we allowed up here?” she asked hesitantly.

“No. Do you think we’ll get in trouble?” I asked, throwing a look at her over my shoulder.

“Definitely,” she breathed.

“And does that turn you on?”

Tatum didn’t reply, but the way she bit her lip told me it did.

I headed straight for Saint’s closet and pulled her inside.

“Strip,” I commanded. “But you can keep the underwear on.”

I headed down the rack of clothes Saint had bought her, eyeing most of it dismissively until I found a pair of leather pants and pulled them off the rack. That asshole had clearly bought them knowing I’d like her in them and despite the bullshit he tried to spout about wanting her to look pristine all the damn time, I knew he wanted her roughed up sometimes too.

I searched the rack of tops but couldn’t find anything I liked so I grabbed her a tight black tank instead.

I turned back to find she hadn’t taken off the secretary getup and I growled at her as I moved forward to help her out of it. Tatum’s eyes widened as I closed in on her, but she was too late to stop me now. She’d had her chance to do this the easy way.

I ripped the shirt open, scattering buttons everywhere and she yelped in alarm as she flinched back, making her tits bounce with the movement.

“Am I ripping the pants off too?” I asked, wondering if we should just stay in instead of going out after all.

“I can do it,” she growled, clearly less than impressed about my caveman attitude but I just didn’t give a shit. Not a single one.

She shrugged out of the remains of the shirt and I caught her arm to get a closer look at it as my gaze caught on a rose shaped scar on the inside of her forearm.

“Where did you get that?” I asked.

“Don’t tell me you have a scar fetish?” she accused, rolling her eyes as she jerked her arm back out of my grip.

“Naw. But I’ve got a violence fetish and scars usually go hand in hand with violence.”

“Well, sorry to disappoint you but not this one.”

She didn’t seem inclined to tell me any more about it, but I soon forgot it as she dropped her pants too. Saint may have had questionable taste in clothes for her, but he’d done an exceptional job on the underwear and I was more than happy to appreciate the view of her modelling it for me.

I folded my arms and watched as she changed into the clothes I’d given her, my gaze snagging on the way the leather pants hugged her ass.

I’m gonna bite that peachy ass one day real soon.

“Satisfied?” she asked, cocking her head at me like a real rich bitch and damn near stomping that foot. I swear if she did it though I’d be out. I couldn’t stand those fucking girls.

“Not quite,” I said, moving forward and grabbing her tank top right beneath her tits before ripping the material in half. She gasped as I yanked the bottom half off of her and I smirked at the look of my home made crop top on her body. “Much better.”

Tatum gaped at me for a moment but a smile soon pulled at those lips. “You’re a fucking animal, you know that?”

“Naw, baby, I’m much worse than an animal. They never kill for sport.” I leaned in close as her breath caught and I clawed my fingers into her perfectly styled hair,