Queen of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #4) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,99

and he jumped backwards with a chuckle. A freaking chuckle.

I threw my gloves at him and he just grinned, kicking them back at me. “Fight me.”

I stood up, moving to walk past him, but he grabbed me around the waist and threw me back down onto my seat, drawing an honest to shit growl from my throat. “Why are you being such an asshole?”

I got up again, shoving him in the chest to get by but he threw me back down into my seat with more force and my heart thundered up into my throat. That’s it.

I stood up, ignoring the gloves and throwing a furious fist into his gut. He absorbed the blow with a curse then threw one back into my kidney and another to my chest, forcing me to defend myself as he didn’t hold back. I went at him like a savage, throwing hard punches, but my rage was clouding my skill and he managed to uproot my legs with a sweep of his own so I hit the floor on my back.

“Again,” he demanded, and I lunged up at him in a rage.

“Stop acting like you’re my fucking teacher,” I snapped, throwing fists at his sides, his arms, his head. He blocked eighty percent of them then shoved me hard, making me fall down onto the couch again.

He barked a laugh and I went fully feral, diving at him and not bothering with kickboxing customs, using teeth and claws in an effort to make my point. I bit into his right bicep and he snarled, locking me in a choke hold and keeping my head under his arm. I kicked and punched and fought, but he just started applying pressure to my neck until I was struggling for air.

“Ass - hole,” I forced out.

“You’re better than this, Tatum,” he taunted. “Fight me off. Your anger is making you sloppy.”

I slammed my booted foot down on top of his and he winced, his grip easing just enough for me to wriggle free and throw two solid punches against his back. He wheeled around and I drove a roundhouse kick into his chest, making him stumble away again. Then I launched myself at him, wrapping my legs around his waist as I used my entire bodyweight to try and knock him to the ground. It didn’t work. He threw me off of him onto the couch again and I bounced on the cushions, glaring up at him through a mess of golden hair.

Nash peeled off his gloves, tossing them aside. “Well, if you’re gonna fight dirty, then so am I.” He was still smirking like a prime dickwad and I really wanted to make him stop.

“Nash, I am not in the fucking mood,” I snarled, shoving to my feet again.

“You’re not? But you seem so approachable right now.” He grinned tauntingly and I shrieked, diving at him, aiming a savage kick at his legs.

He staggered back before coming at me with a punch that winded me followed by another shove that made my ass hit the floor. I gave up any pretence of being civilised and went for his legs, sinking my teeth into his calf.

“You little beast,” he half laughed, half choked on a groan of pain as he leaned down to get me off of him. But when I didn’t let go, he wrapped his hand in my hair and pulled hard, yanking my head back to look up at him. “Bad girl,” he growled, those words having a sinful effect on me and as I licked my lips, I was sure he knew it. I wasn’t giving into that urge though. Fuck my libido. She was a whore whenever things got tense between my boys. But the way to solve this issue was not to pull my panties down and get my kicks. Even though she was making a decent effort at convincing me it might help me relieve some of this stress. If it was up to her, I’d be straddling Nash’s face right now and putting his tongue to better use than taunting me. Which was exactly why she wasn’t in the driver’s seat right now. The bitch had no shame.

His grip in my hair tightened to the point of pain and I liked that even more. But I was not going to let him distract me. I was, however, going to use it to make him let go.

I ran my hand up his leg, over the hard muscle of his thigh