Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,39

because I’d beaten the living shit out of her boyfriend. She’d looked right into my eyes, pointed in my face and said you’re the stuff of nightmares Kyan Roscoe. I mean, honestly, it had been the nicest damn thing anyone had ever said to me. Saint hadn’t appreciated it though and she’d disappeared not long after that. I was pretty sure she’d just been expelled or some shit, I doubted she was lying dead in a ditch somewhere. Though with Saint you never could be sure.

I scoured the mess of the drinks table and frowned as I failed to spot my poison.

“Where’s the fucking Jack?” I asked, raising my voice enough to be heard over the music.

One of the Unspeakables came running, his cheeks flushed as he murmured apologies and scrambled about for my damn drink.

I turned my back on the drinks table, leaning my elbows against it as I waited for him to sort this shit out for me and I looked back across the room where Blake and Saint were still playing spin the bottle.

Although, playing spin the bottle wasn’t what was happening. Saint would never allow fate to decide anything for him, let alone push him into making out with some girl he didn’t want. Hell, if the Grim Reaper turned up right now and pointed his gnarly bone finger in Saint’s face, that motherfucker would find himself impaled on the pointy end of his own scythe and we’d all have ourselves a new lord of death.

The crowd shifted as I looked across the dance floor and I was given a clear view of Blake as he fell back onto the couch, pulling Tatum down with him so that she straddled his lap as they made out.

I ran my tongue over my teeth as I watched them, the memory of her warm body pressed to mine overwhelming me for a moment. I’d felt the way she’d shivered beneath my touch, inhaled the taste of her breath on my lips. In that moment I was pretty sure I could have taken anything I wanted from her. And I’d wanted it all from her. Right up until she reminded me of what she was now. Just another cog in this place. And sure, she was a hot as fuck cog who I wouldn’t mind spending a whole lot of hours ruining. I could spend way too much time forcing her body to bend to mine and making her flesh scream with a pleasure so intense it blinded her. But I had my rules about the girls in this place for a reason. My interest never lingered on one girl for long and I didn’t need the drama of scorned exes trailing me about. Not least because these were the daughters of the wealthiest people in the country. I’d be bumping into them at social bullshit for the rest of my goddamn life. Assuming I managed to forge my own way of course.

Blake’s hands shifted up Tatum’s thighs as their kiss deepened and I watched hungrily as that little black dress slid up and up until-

She pulled back with a laugh, yanking the hem down but I’d caught a glimpse of that perfect round ass as he’d run his hands over it. An ass like that would look damn good with teeth marks in it.

I clucked my tongue irritably as I wondered if I should have made the other call. I didn’t even know her family anyway. She clearly wasn’t all that important. So maybe I could spend a bit of time breaking in the rich girl, give her a taste of what she’d be missing when she tied herself to a nice, respectable husband. Some memories that she could get herself off over when she was an arm candy housewife. And I seriously wouldn’t mind knowing that a girl like her spent time touching herself over me. Besides, chances were I wouldn’t even be running in these circles much longer. Not now. Not when my family’s secret came out.

“Found it!” the Unspeakable announced as he brandished a bottle of Jack Daniels at me.

I turned to him as he unscrewed the cap and picked up a glass.

“I won’t be needing that,” I said, snatching the full bottle from his grip and bringing it to my lips.

The oaky taste of the whiskey spilled over my tongue and I pushed away from the drinks table as I headed back towards the other side of the room where Blake was working on shattering