Queen of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #4) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,100

and onto his cock which swelled beneath my palm, growing rigid within his sweatpants as I rubbed him.

His throat bobbed and his fingers loosened in my hair which was a fatal freaking move. I reached up and grabbed his hand, twisting his fingers sharply and he swore as I got out from under him and went for a knee to the balls. He hooked his arm under my knee to stop me, his other hand landing on my back as he leaned down in my face, tilting me backwards. “You’re not fighting fair, feral girl.”

“You know what’s not fair, Nash?” I hissed. “The four of you teaming up on me whenever you think you’re making a decision for my benefit. I’m not a pet.”

“No? Then why are you acting like an animal?” he asked, letting go of me and I squeaked as I fell and hit the carpet on my back.

The door swung open and I turned my head as Saint stepped in. “We need eyes on the street. I got an update on my phone that says the army are knocking on doors. We need to be ready if they show up in this neighbourhood.”

“We’ll watch from here,” Monroe said, jerking his chin at the window.

“Good.” Saint’s eyes fell to me on the floor. “Have you calmed down yet?”

“No,” I spat.

He nodded and walked out of the room, like he just needed my answer and wasn’t interested in the feelings behind it at all. Fucking ass baguette.

Monroe offered me his hand to get up and I slapped it away, pushing myself to my feet.

“Truce?” he asked and I rolled my eyes, falling back into my seat to gaze out of the window. He folded his arms, standing in front of me and glaring, but I just pointedly ignored him. “You’re asking for trouble.”

My pulse raced at his words, but I kept my expression neutral, pretending he wasn’t there. He was just a ghost trying to haunt me and I was going to mentally exorcise his ass out of existence.

“One more chance to talk it out or I’m gonna disarm you whatever way I see fit,” he warned and I offered him my middle finger without looking at him.

He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his hard cock, rubbing it up and down as I bit my tongue and kept my gaze levelled on the window like I wasn’t remotely affected. So he slid my hand inside his pants and wrapped my fist around it instead, keeping my hand in his as he worked my palm up and down his hot, silky shaft. Saliva built up in my mouth and my core clenched at how good he felt, but my face absolutely didn’t give that away.

He took hold of my chin and yanked my head around as he shimmied his pants down and made me watch as he forced me to jerk him off. It was fucking hot, but I wasn’t going to lose this game. My poker face was supreme. So bring it on.

“Eyes up here,” he commanded, but I ignored him, turning to look away again, but he yanked my chin up, forcing me to look him in the eyes. And shit, that made a vat of lava pour into my blood.

I swallowed and he smirked, seeing that small sign of weakness as he pumped my fist harder over his dick. I could have pulled away, but we were in a game of wills and I never backed down from a challenge. Besides, maybe I was one percent into it.

“I’m not gonna talk to you,” I said coolly.

“No?” he questioned in a deep tone that sent a quake through my bones. “Then maybe you should put your mouth to good use another way.” He brought the head of his dick to my lips and gripped the back of my head in a clear demand.

“You’re not gonna-” I started, but he shoved the tip between my lips and pumped the base of his cock with my hand. I tasted his precum on my tongue and I squeezed my thighs together at how fucking good it was. Why the hell was I getting off on this?

“That’s better,” he taunted as he drew the tip in out of my lips. “Not such a bad girl now, are you?”

I looked up at him and rolled my eyes, giving him as much sass as I could as I casually flipped him off again with my other hand. He cursed under his breath,