Queen of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #4) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,178

of danger I couldn’t handle.

“Teach her a lesson,” Blake said, his voice hollow and unnerving. Fuck, I liked it. I liked how their power filled the air and hummed through my body. But I needed to get the upper hand back fast.

“How about a rematch?” I offered nonchalantly as they kept approaching.

“It’s too late for that,” Blake said.

“Hold her down,” Saint muttered and Blake ran at me.

I leapt up onto the sofa to escape him, trying to climb over the back of it, but he caught me around the waist. He dropped down to sit on the couch with me on his lap, clamping me tight to him. And okay, I didn’t struggle all that hard. When Saint punished me, I usually ended up moaning and panting in pleasure. And with Blake here too, I was probably in for the time of my life.

Saint regarded me, stroking his chin before walking away to the tools lining the walls. He moved out of sight behind us and I ground my ass against Blake’s crotch, making him curse in my ear.

He bit my earlobe in warning, holding my hands in one of his while his arm locked around my waist.

“Run away with me Blake,” I breathed temptingly. “Rescue me and I’ll give you the best blowjob of your life.”

“I heard that,” Saint called, and Blake laughed villainously.

“Sorry, Cinders. I’m not going anywhere. Not until you’ve made up for being a bad girl.” His breath against my neck was enough to send me spiralling, and I dropped my head back, offering my mouth up for a kiss. He leaned into it and the second he was close, I sank my teeth into his lower lip.

He growled but my little attack did nothing except spur him on. He yanked his lip free of my bite before plunging his tongue into my mouth with possessive strokes, taking what he wanted then pulling away again.

“Asshole,” I panted and he smirked at the breathiness of my voice.

Saint suddenly caught hold of my wrists from behind, pulling them up above my head and linking them around the back of Blake’s neck, tying them with a length of rope to immobilise me. Blake’s hands roamed down my body, slipping under my shirt and dragging it up to expose my bare breasts. I writhed in his lap as he started squeezing them roughly, clearly doing it for his enjoyment over mine.

“Saint,” I growled. “I won that game fair and square. You’re all about rules and I’m the one who made them.”

“You’re a dirty little liar,” Blake growled in my ear and I shivered.

Saint stepped in front of me, twisting a large screwdriver between his fingers, his soulless expression making him look like some sort of heartless torturer. “I know when Blake lies, siren. So either he believes his own truth or you are lying. And I think you know what I believe.”

I bit my lip, feeling guilty as shit. But I wasn’t going to admit to anything. This was far too much fun.

“I’m innocent,” I insisted, batting my lashes and Blake’s hand slid down the centre of my body to my white cotton panties, pushing inside and feeling my wetness.

“You’re hardly that,” he chuckled and Saint smirked, stepping closer as Blake moved his hand back up to my breast and wet my nipple with my own arousal.

A moan left me and I tugged on my binds as he placed his other hand on my stomach to hold me still.

Saint placed the screwdriver between his teeth and leaned forward, taking hold of the sides of my panties and dragging them down my legs. He knelt on the floor, tugging them off and tossing them aside before taking the screwdriver from his mouth. I wasn’t sure if he was just trying to scare me with it or if he had greater plans than that. Both ideas got me hot.

“Hold her legs wide,” Saint instructed and Blake pushed his knees up between mine, forcing them open and exposing me to his friend.

My breaths came quicker and I relished the way Blake’s mouth felt against my neck and Saint gazed at me like I held the real power in the room. And I knew I did. I could tell them to stop and they’d do it instantly. But I loved when they pushed my boundaries. I was willing to go as far as they could take me and beyond.

“Every time you lie, you’ll be punished,” Saint warned. “Blake will spank your thigh.”

“He wouldn’t span-”