Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,246

the difficulties we were facing due to the Hades Virus. Nice.

I typed out a quick reply, fighting the urge to just hit the entitled bitch with a squid emoji which I felt would have made my point better. Instead I thanked her for her generous contribution and assured her that I could get Pearl into the remedial program to give her a shot at boosting her grades. It meant five additional hours of school work a week for the brat but if she wanted to pull her grades up, then that was the only cure I knew. No doubt mommy would be horrified to realise I hadn't read between the less than subtle lines about the bribe she'd just been offering but if she expected me to take a bribe, she was going to have to offer one more plainly than that to get her way.

The library was emptying out and my gaze slid over to Tatum as she sketched something in her notepad before biting down on the end of her pencil while she concentrated. The sight of her doing that had me coming up with all kinds of things I wanted to do with her the moment I got her back to my place tonight.

There was something about us only getting one night in every four days together that made the anticipation unbearable and yet the night itself so fucking satisfying that it was hard to think of anything else, particularly on the days when I knew she was mine.

I sorted through several more emails, internally muttering about the stuck up douchebags who sent their kids to this school the entire time and when I looked up again, I found that we were the last ones left in the room.

The sun had been shining today, spring most definitely in the air and I'd heard several kids talking about a party down at the Oak Common House. I probably should have reminded them all about social distancing, but really, with all of us locked away from the world in here, it seemed pointless. And I had zero desire to spend my evening following a bunch of horny teenagers around and trying to stop them from hooking up.

No. I had much more appealing plans for tonight.

Tatum looked up at me as she felt my gaze on her and the smile that touched her lips was its own kind of promise which had my dick twitching with ideas.

She faked a long yawn and turned to Mila, suggesting they call it a night and hit the party. Unsurprisingly Mila instantly ditched the books and started up a monologue about some designer dress her mom had sent her which had been waiting for a night like this.

Tatum swore to meet her there and Mila hustled out of the library like a woman on a mission, leaving the two of us alone.

The silence in the room felt heavy with promise and I slowly closed my laptop, leaning back in my chair as I looked at the creature who had been sent here to corrupt me. She was a temptress, a siren, an itch that I could never get enough of scratching and the perfect kind of noose to hang myself with.

What we were doing was insane, but I'd long since gone beyond the point of trying to convince myself to stop. The ache I felt for her was never satisfied by a taste and the demand in my body only grew more potent with each moment we got to share.

Tatum gave me a heated look and slowly slid her tie undone before loosening several of her shirt buttons and offering me a glimpse of the black bra she had on beneath it.

I got up slowly, my gaze fixed on hers as I crossed the room, peering down at her with every dirty thought I was having burning in my eyes for her to see. But it was more than that, too. I wanted her physically like an addict needed their next hit, but I needed to protect her with the ferociousness of a demon because she was the first person who had even come close to knowing the true me since before my family had been taken from me. She was the one person I'd let in fully, knowing that the things I’d told her about me could be weapons in the wrong hands while trusting her never to use them against me.

She wasn't just some girl I wanted to fuck. She was fast