Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,57

This felt too good, too right. And it was wrong.

I pulled back with a determined snarl and flipped her over beneath me so that she was face down on the bed and I didn’t have to face the ache she awoke with her kisses.

Of course she didn’t flinch, pushing her ass up hungrily as she offered me everything I could take and more.

I groaned as I lined myself up behind her, feeling how wet she was against the tip of my cock a moment before I drove myself inside her. One hard thrust right up to the base had her screaming into the pillow beneath her.

“More,” she gasped as I slid back out before thrusting in again and again and again.

She felt so fucking good. Her body seemed made for mine and her cries of pleasure only told me she agreed.

My fingers bit into her hips as I pounded into her savagely, angrily, hungrily. And I cursed her beneath my breath because I needed more of her, all of her. I never wanted this feeling to end. And the rage in me fed and fed on each and every thrust, my anger growing and hardening as I fought against the way I wanted her.

“Yes!” she cried, her hands fisting in the sheets. “More!”

Harder and harder. Harder than I’d ever fucked anybody before and she met me thrust for thrust, crying out for even more as I drove myself into the perfect tightness of her body.

I slid my hand around her hips until I was riding her clit with my fingers, stroking it in time with every thrust.

Her begging gave way to screaming as I worked her over and my own voice joined hers as I couldn’t help but groan in pleasure too.

I’d never felt anything like this. Like her. The girl I hated more than words could ever convey.

She screamed as she came for me and I followed her into oblivion instantly as she tightened around my length, her body trembling for what I’d just done to her. My heart was pounding, limbs trembling and my entire being felt like it had just been shattered and stitched back together by her. I’d never felt anything that came even close to that. To her.

She dropped her hips flat to the bed and I fell over her, the scent of vanilla and honey blossom engulfing me as I breathed her in.

I stayed there for a long moment, our bodies still joined and her limbs still shaking.

Perfection. There was no other word for her.

But I wasn’t going to let that fool me.

I shoved off of her and got to my feet as she rolled over, pushing her hair out of her face.

“That was…” she blew out a laugh like she couldn’t find words for it and I had to agree. I’d been there. I knew what it was. But I knew what she was too.

I stepped back, my jaw ticking as I pulled my sweatpants back on. I drew in a deep breath, focusing everything I had on the grief, rage and pain which darkened my soul as I forced my gaze to harden and any softness I might have been tempted to feel towards her whither and die.

“Well, thanks,” I said, turning my back on her as I moved to retrieve my shit from the chest of drawers.

“Thanks?” she laughed. “Is that it then? No breakfast in bed?”

“We have breakfast in the Redwood Dining Hall,” I said in a flat tone with my back to her. “And you might wanna hurry unless you plan on turning up for it in last night’s dress.”

I stopped the recording and pushed the cellphone into my pocket with my wallet. Tatum was silent as I gathered my shit and I turned back, expecting to find her pouting from the bed, looking like she might just cry. But no. Of course she wasn’t. She was on her feet and in her dress, fighting to pull the zipper up.

My jaw ticked as I watched her and after several long seconds I strode across the room to help. I pulled it up and she tossed her hair back before kicking her shoes back on.

“Are you on the pill?” I asked before she could step away from me. I’d been so caught up in her last night that I hadn’t even thought of a condom until this moment, but I was starting to realise what an absolute fuck up that had been. If I got this girl pregnant, how the