Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,50

him as I tried to catch my breath and see straight again. I’d never come that intensely or even that quickly. He’d probably done it a thousand times to a thousand girls, but I didn’t give a shit. All that practise had made him an expert.

Blake laughed loudly in his victory before rolling over and taking hold of my hand, yanking me off of the bed and spinning me around. My thoughts were still too scattered and my body too weak to do anything but let him move me around like a ragdoll. He tugged my zipper down and took hold of the hem of the dress, peeling it off of me and tossing it on the floor.

I turned to him, biting down on my lip and his dark expression sent tingles through my flesh. He took in my naked body with the kind of heat which could have burned down the whole of campus.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he growled, a dark hunter rising in his eyes. His exterior was shiny and deceptive, but he was bad to the bone. And I knew I was seeing the real Blake Bowman right then.

I reached out, skimming my hand over the bulge in his jeans so he swallowed hard. He caught my wrist, yanking it up to his mouth and brushing his lips across the sensitive skin of my inner arm.

“You taste like a narcotic, Tatum Rivers. Why do I get the feeling you’re going to be on my mind for a long time after tonight?”

“Because I’m not like all your other conquests. And that definition won’t ever apply to me, no matter how many times you try to beat me. You’ll never win.” I took hold of his shirt, tugging it up and over his head to reveal the athletic perfection of his body. Taut abs and bruised ribs stared back at me. I brushed my fingers over the knuckle marks on his flesh, somehow knowing instinctively that one of the other Night Keepers had left them there. No one else would have dared.

I lifted my eyes to his as I bit into my lip, the tension between us growing unbearable. I was ready for round two. And this time I was going to get all of him. I was going to make sure he knew I wasn’t just any old girl. I was a queen. And he was going to learn it.

“I’m gonna try real hard to ruin you, Tate,” he said in a dangerous tone that made my blood rise to the surface of my skin. He caught my waist, throwing me onto the bed with undue force and I leaned back, looking up at him as he dropped his jeans and boxers. He took hold of the base of his large cock, gripping my knee with the other hand.

My throat dried out and I surveyed his muscular body with lust dripping through me. I needed him inside me, I had to feel the power of this man first hand.

He yanked me toward the edge of the bed and I raised my hips as he guided himself between my thighs. My fingers clawed into the sheets as he grazed my entrance and a breathy moan left me from that touch alone.

With a forceful thrust, he slammed the full length of him inside me and I cried out, my nails clawing at his neck as he didn’t give me a moment to recover before doing it again.

I met him thrust for thrust as he tried to conquer me, my body alive with energy as he claimed me over and over.

I tipped my head back and shut my eyes as I lost myself to the pleasure he delivered me, but he captured my chin and growled, “Look at me.”

My eyes cracked open and the intensity in his gaze had me coming apart again. His muscles flexed and gleamed with sweat and I needed to feel it all against me.

I gripped his waist and tugged, but he didn’t fall to my demand. His brow crinkled like he was resisting the call of my flesh against his and I wanted to be beyond begging, but right then I wasn’t.

“Touch me,” I panted and his resolve cracked as he forced me higher up the bed and pressed his body flush to mine. I clawed at his hair and groaned as my nipples rubbed against his golden body, his hardened muscles divine as they ground against my soft curves.

His mouth fell to my