Queen of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #4) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,51

looking over at Saint in frustration.

“Nash it is,” Saint reiterated smugly and Monroe clearly didn’t care to argue with Saint when he was being picked, so he grabbed my waist, lifting me up and carrying me to the table.

He lay me down, spreading me out on it like I was his favourite meal and I grinned at him as I wrapped my legs around his waist, my soul igniting from the way he watched me. My crown fell to the table and I didn’t bother to retrieve it as I was captured by the sight before me, my dark angel towering above me, ready to show me the depths of his sins.

“Eyes here,” Monroe commanded, pointing to his own blue gaze and I nodded, biting my lip as he tugged his boxers down, freeing his impressive, throbbing length.

His eyes lingered on my lips as he guided himself to my entrance, feeling how soaked I was and he sighed as he circled the head of his dick in my wetness.

He held my jaw so I couldn’t look away, not that I wanted to look at anything but him in that moment anyway, then he shoved his hips forward, slamming himself inside me fully and making me cry out. His gaze locked with mine as he pounded in and out of me, his teeth bared as his fingers dug into my chin and his whole body tensed, his abs tight, his muscles gleaming, making me even slicker for him.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his other hand moving to caress my swollen clit as my back arched against the hard wood table. “Yes.”

“Slow down, Nash. I said you could go first, not that you could finish first,” Saint said cuttingly, but Monroe ignored him, driving harder into my body as another orgasm built and built in me from his skilful touch.

“Nash,” Saint snapped.

“Shut up,” Monroe spat, still not letting me look anywhere else but at him.

I moaned as I gave myself to his power, my eyes half rolling back into my head as my thighs clenched around him. Ecstasy was about to crest through me like a wave, but before I could dive into that sea of pleasure, Monroe was yanked away from me and I yelped, half sitting up as I found Saint tugging him aside.

“Hey!” I snarled.

“Kyan, get under her,” Saint tossed at him and Kyan didn’t hesitate, grabbing me off the table and pulling me down to straddle him on the carpet.

I turned my head to try and see Monroe, but Kyan lifted my hips and slid himself inside me with a powerful thrust that made me fall forward over him. My mouth met his and he bit hard on my lower lip, grabbing my hands and holding them at the base of my spine as he controlled me riding him.

“Motherfucker,” I panted and he laughed.

“Blake take her hands for him,” Saint commanded and Kyan growled as he drove himself in and out of me.

I dug my knees into the carpet to try and gain some control, but as Blake took hold of my hands for him, Kyan was free to grip my hips, his thumbs slipping beneath the straps of my suspenders and I lost any power I’d had at all as he pumped himself in and out of me, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside me and making me release noises that sounded purely fucking animal.

“Jesus fucking – Kyan,” I gasped for air as he didn’t slow even a little, his ruthless thrusts almost painful, but they were so fucking good too.

He squeezed my ass, slapping hard enough to leave a mark before doing it again and again.

“You’re a savage,” I growled angrily, loving it almost as much as I wanted to punch him for it.

“I would’ve thought you’d be used to that by now, baby,” he said, smirking as he watched my breasts bounce, looking like he was in heaven.

“Fuck her from behind, Blake,” Saint instructed and Blake’s hands shifted on my wrists so he held them in one while moving his other to slide into the arousal between my thighs.

“Ah, that’s my balls, asshole,” Kyan grunted and Blake growled his annoyance while a breathless laugh escaped me.

“You like it really, baby,” I taunted and Kyan gave me a sadistic grin that spelled trouble.

He pulled out of me, lifting me by the hips and forcing me to turn around so I faced Blake. I steadied myself on Blake’s shoulders, having no time to prepare