Queen of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #4) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,88

good this felt as he tore my shirt up and over my head and smirked villainously at me as he yanked my bra up to gain access to my breasts too.

“God you’re fucking perfect,” he growled, my body tightening around his as he lowered his mouth and sucked my nipple, dragging his teeth across it in the most amazing way.

I clamped my thighs around his waist as he rolled his hips, rubbing some delicious place inside me and drawing a wild moan from my lips. I was so hot for him that I was coming apart already, especially as he moved his body over mine just right to build up friction against my clit. He slowed his pace a little until every thrust became full of intention to deliver me pleasure and his hands held me down as he worked his magic between my thighs.

“Fuck, Blake,” I groaned, tipping my head back as he worked my body as well as if it was his own. He knew exactly how to touch me to make me shudder and convulse, and as he circled his hips once more, I came hard, pleasure crashing through me and making my muscles bunch and flex.

Blake cursed. “You’re so fucking tight.” He groaned like a beast, burying his face in my neck as he found his climax and I felt him filling me up.

We were hot and sweaty and unable to catch our breath as we lay there in a tangled mess which made me impossibly happy. His light was back and so was mine. And it didn’t feel like anything in the world could bring us down from this high.

Blake started laughing as he lifted his head to look at me and I laughed too. “Saint’s gonna freak when we get back,” he said and I gripped his jaw, tilting my head up to steal another kiss which was all bite and passion.

“I’ll handle Saint,” I purred.

He grinned and I felt him hardening inside me again already. “Well in that case, Cinders, how about round two?”

I was staring out of the window in the movie theatre bar as the headlights of my car came into view at the far end of the street and my racing heart finally slowed. I hadn’t felt concern like that since we’d rescued Tatum from my father’s hold and spending the night experiencing it once more was a perfectly exquisite kind of torture.

My headphones poured O Fortuna by Carl Orff into my ears and I let the intensity of the music permeate my soul, grounding me, reminding me that I was flesh and bone, brutal and breakable and oh so very insignificant when it came down to it. And insignificant was precisely how I felt right now, so it fit me well.

The lack of sleep had me feeling a little edgy, but if I was being totally honest with myself, I knew that these strange surroundings had more than a little to do with my discomfort too. It had been a long time since I’d been thrown into the turmoil and upheaval of a sudden relocation like this and if I was being totally honest with myself, I could admit that it was causing my demons to come out and play.

Between worrying about Tatum and Blake, I’d spent much of the evening tangled in a web of memories I wished I didn’t have to face. But I knew from experience that the only way to banish them to the corners of my mind again was to face them, look at them, experience them and relive them. It wasn’t pleasant. But I had little choice.

So instead of spending the night surrounded by the family I’d built myself, I spent it reliving my nightmares and facing the worst of my father. Sometimes when I got caught up in memories of him punishing me as a child, I found it hard to breathe. Found it hard to even think straight. And I ended up wondering if I was just deluding myself about being able to take him on and win. Yes, he’d crafted me in his image but he’d weakened me too. And some part of me couldn’t help but fear that once all was said and done, I’d find myself alone and at his mercy, locked in the boiler room with no water again, sweat rolling down my spine and hallucinations making me believe I was being cooked alive in an oven just ready for him to devour.

My hands shook the smallest