Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,55

I lingered outside the door, wondering if I could really play this part while so much hatred warred beneath my flesh.

But there was only one way to find out.

I pushed the door open and was equally relieved and infuriated to find Tatum still sleeping in my bed.

Her golden hair spilled all around her and she’d rolled onto her front, pulling the covers over her body, though the curve of her ass still drew my gaze through them.

Damn her. Damn her for being so fucking tempting. It was like she’d been specifically designed with my cock in mind. Everything about her drew me in. From the sexy, rough edge on her voice to the perfection of her body and those fucking blue eyes which saw into my soul.

I’d never known a girl who I even wanted to see again the next day, let alone fuck again. And yet despite everything, the sight of her laying there, waiting for me, naked in my bed had me hard as stone already. Even knowing who she was. And I hated myself for that weakness. But I could use it too.

I moved across the room to the chest of drawers which held nothing more than a few spare clothes for the odd nights I stayed here. The brilliance of it was that I could literally leave the next morning once I was done with a girl and I didn’t even have to kick her out. I just went back to my real room.

But that wasn’t an option now. Tatum Rivers was a thorn in my side which I fully intended to pull out.

And though I may have left this room last with my balls aching with need and a promise on her lips, I refused to admit that that was what had drawn me back.

I wasn’t here because I was longing to sink into her body again. I was here because her father owed me a life. And if he wasn’t going to pay with his own then I’d take his daughter’s instead.

I took my cellphone from my pocket and placed it on the chest of drawers, wedging in against my wallet and quickly checking that the camera could see the bed.

Tatum murmured something behind me and I stilled, my finger hesitating over the record button.

“Blake?” she breathed and my gut twisted at the sound of my name on those lips. Why the fuck did that have to sound so good? So right?

“Yeah?” I asked without turning to her.

“Where did you go? I had to get myself off while I was waiting…”

I wasn’t sure if that was a joke or not, but my dick twitched at the mere suggestion of it.

“Oh yeah?” I asked, trying to school my features before I had to turn to her. “And what were you thinking about when you did that?”

“Of how much I want you inside me again,” she said in a husky tone which had my mind made up.

My body needed this release. And everyone knew that hate sex was the best kind of sex anyway. It just so happened that I was the only one of us in on the hate part for now.

But was I really going to film it? I pushed my tongue into my cheek. It wasn’t like I had to do that for our plan to work…

“What was so important that you walked out on me for half the night?” she asked sleepily.

Ice slid through my veins as I thought about exactly why I’d been called from my bed. It was because I’d found out that her lowlife father had killed my mother and then gone on the run for it without paying the consequences. And it was clearly planned, too. Saint had paid off one of the school secretaries in our first year and he had access to all of the student’s personal files. Tatum’s entire school year had been paid up and there were legal documents filed giving custody of her over to her aunt. He’d known he was going to run. He just hadn’t known he was leaving his daughter in such capable hands.

I hit record and turned my back on the phone as I looked at her.

She’d moved onto her knees in the centre of the bed and she held a sheet up to cover her body. As I watched, she released her hold on the sheet and it slid down her curves like melting butter.

A growl escaped me as I looked at her. I still wanted her just