Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,107

at the set of drawers beside my bed and opened the bottom one, taking my laminator from it and setting it on the floor as I fought to stop the trembling in my limbs.

I smoothed out the page which we'd all signed so long ago and closed my eyes as I recited the rules Tatum had listed on it by heart, like they were etched into my being, the first one now struck out.

1. No Kissing

2. No foreplay

3. No sex

4. No touching while we share a bed

5. No entering the bathroom while I'm naked or on the toilet

6. I am allowed two hours of undisturbed study time at the library on every weekday

7. I am allowed one friend who you can not be a dick to

8. Once a week we will ALL eat pizza for dinner without cutlery

9. I am allowed to sit wherever I want in classes

Hadn't I eaten the fucking pizza? Hadn't I let her study and have her little friend and watched her choose to sit away from me in class? I'd respected her privacy in the bathroom and I laid pillows between us to make sure I never touched her when we slept in a bed together. I'd stuck to the terms of our agreement, even when she'd flouted them. Even when she'd purposefully tried to lure me into breaking them and damning myself for it.

The rules I'd laid out sat beneath hers and as I went over them, my frustration only grew.

1. You will sleep in a Night Keeper's bed every night on rotation and they will have priority over you for 24 hours (6pm-6pm the next day).

2. You must cook breakfast for us every day.

3. You will wear whatever we decide on the day you are in our possession.

4. You will do as we say without complaint unless it conflicts with your rules.

That was the most baffling thing of all. She’d stuck to those rules almost to the letter. The only time she had really flouted them had been when she stayed with me every night while I was healing and she’d taken her punishments for that from me daily. So the only rules she was breaking generally speaking were the ones she had laid out herself.

It was like she didn't care about her own limits, or like she had just changed her mind entirely since making those rules, or like...a trap.

A snarl tore from my lips as I considered that. That she was using her body to tempt and lure us, forcing us to break the rules and using her beauty to tear us apart from the inside out. Blake had been smiling a lot more since he'd been fucking her again. He was sweet to her, attentive. Even Kyan did shit for her beyond just fucking her brains out over a coffin like some kind of sex starved incubus who had been waiting for prey in the dark.

In fact, that whole thing had been a trap of its own. She'd encouraged all of us to chase her down there. I bet she'd known I was watching them from the moment she took their cocks inside her and had been hoping to tempt me to take my turn too.

Because if she had us all firmly under the spell of her pussy and grasped by the balls then she could rule over all of us. And fuck knew what she'd do with power like that once she claimed it.

I gritted my teeth and slid the rules through the laminator, watching as the page was coated in plastic and they were rendered a lot less vulnerable to acts of random scribbling. If any of the rules were going to change then there was going to be a proper fucking meeting about it, not a spur of the moment strike of a pen.

But even as I thought on that, my brow furrowed further. Because if she removed that rule then she couldn't punish me or any of us for breaking it. So her plan to have reasons to punish us made no sense. So what was it? What was I missing here?

For a fleeting moment I remembered how wet she'd been against the tip of my cock, how hard she'd kissed me, how certain she'd seemed to want what we were about to share. But it couldn't be that fucking simple. Nothing in this world was that fucking simple. And if all she needed was someone to fuck her then she had two perfectly willing volunteers