Kings of Lockdown: A Dark High School Bully Romance (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep Book 2)

by Caroline Peckham

  She looked up at me with fire in her eyes and I fucking loved that look on her. She wasn’t afraid. She was fucking angry. She wanted blood as much as I did and if that wasn’t the hottest damn thing about her then I didn’t know what was.

  I leaned down and captured her lips with mine before I could overthink it and she melted into my kiss with a hungry moan.

  “I’m sorry,” I murmured against her lips. “For all the fucked up shit we’ve done. For it being my fault. For blaming you even though it wasn’t you. And for the gun…the fucking gun-”

  “That’s not good enough,” she growled, kissing me again and tugging me towards my room.

  “I know,” I replied, shoving her up against the door and palming her breasts through the filthy material that covered her. “Let me try and make it up to you.”

  “It still won’t be enough.”

  “I know.”

  She caught the door handle behind her and twisted it so that we stumbled inside. Her lips were hot and needy against mine, her hands pushing into my hair and her nails biting into my skin as she gripped me roughly.

  All of the passion that we’d had the first time we’d been together was still there between us, but it was lined with something rougher now. A wall that she’d erected between us which I knew I had no chance of breaching any time soon. The emotions she’d felt for me before were locked down now. Maybe gone altogether. And I didn’t know if I stood any chance of reclaiming them.

  But if she wanted any part of me then I was willing to let her have it. Because sometimes she felt like one of the only things keeping me afloat in the maelstrom of my fucked up life and I just wanted to cling to her until I drowned.

  I kicked my bedroom door closed behind me and walked her back to the bed, devouring her kisses as she dug her fingernails in harder.

  “Do you like hurting me?” I asked her, not really minding it, but wanting to know if there was any chance of redemption for me. “Do you feel anything for me other than hatred now?”

  “I don’t know,” she panted. “I hate seeing you suffer. And I want you to suffer more at my hands.”

  I hooked my fingers under the hem of my football jersey and caught the edge of her panties, dragging them down her thighs before dropping them to the floor.

  “Punish me then,” I agreed. “Do your worst. As much and as often as you want. Until you decide I’ve paid enough.”

  “I don’t know if that’s possible.”

  I pushed her back so her ass hit the bed and kept her sitting on the edge of it as I dropped to my knees before her.

  Her hands fisted in the blankets either side of her ass as I pushed her thighs apart, making the jersey ride up so that I could see everything that was waiting for me.

  I dragged my gaze back up to her blue eyes as I slid my hand between her legs, groaning as I found her hot and wet for me. A gasp escaped her lips and I continued to watch her as I slid my fingers back and forth, teasing her opening and circling her clit until she was panting for me.

  I kept going as she began to moan, biting my lip as she ground her hips forward in a silent demand for more.

  When she growled my name in frustration, I gave in, pushing two fingers inside her and savouring that delicious moan as it left her lips.

  I curled my fingers inside of her as I began to pump them in and out, reaching out with my other hand to rub my thumb over her hardened nipple beneath my filthy jersey.

  I pushed my fingers in harder and she gasped as I curled them again, driving them in as deep as they’d go and pulling more pleasure from her body.

  My cellphone buzzed on the nightstand and we fell still for a moment.

  “It might be important,” I said and she nodded in agreement.

  With a grunt of frustration, I leaned forward to hook it into my grasp, keeping the fingers of my left hand buried deep inside her and making her cry out as the movement made the heel of my palm grind against her clit.

  I glanced at the message and grunted in frustration as I opened up the group chat where Saint had messaged to say he’d had no luck in his hunt.

  “Nothing,” I explained as Tatum looked at me.

  “Okay. Don’t stop what you were doing.”

  I smirked as I looked up at her and was about to toss my cell aside as it vibrated in my palm and another message came through from Monroe suggesting they loop around again.

  I could see the notification at the top which said both Saint and Kyan were typing and as I drove my fingers inside her again, I moved my phone to rest against her clit in my other hand.

  Tatum frowned down at the phone, panting as I kept moving my fingers deep within her. “What are you-”

  A message came through and the phone vibrated violently for three long seconds. She sucked in a breath and tipped her head back, a moan escaping her as the vibrations cut off again.

  I gave the message enough attention to know that they were just figuring out where else to search and I paused in my torture of her body just long enough to message them back.

  “What are you writing?” she asked breathily as I pumped my fingers again, loving how wet she was for me as I tried to concentrate on what I was writing for five seconds.

  “Just telling them I’m taking good care of you,” I replied with a dirty grin.

  “Asshole,” she gasped as another message came through and I pushed the phone against her clit again.

  I forgot about reading the messages as she rocked her hips against my fingers and I lost myself in that fucking look in her eyes. Neither of us knew when another message was going to arrive but each time one did, she cried out, bucking against my hand and the cellphone as her orgasm drew nearer.

  It was like riding a rollercoaster in the dark, never knowing when the drops were coming and every time she cried out, I could feel that noise resonating right through my body and making my dick ache with need.

  I kept pumping my fingers deep inside her, rocking the phone against her clit even when it wasn’t vibrating.

  She started begging for more, needing the release as much as I was aching to give it to her while the short bursts of vibrations were never quite enough to send her over the edge.

  When neither of us could take it anymore, I managed to send a single message to the group. Two words. Call me.

  Kyan’s name flashed up on the caller ID less than two seconds later and the phone vibrated constantly as I ground it against her clit, pumping my fingers inside her as I felt her tightening around them in the most delicious way.

  She yelled my name as she came and I answered the call as she cried out in bliss, panting and moaning in the sweetest way as I pulled the phone back and circled my thumb over her clit to drag out the ecstasy. She fell back onto the bed and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her as she caught her breath, lying there in my filthy shirt, her chest heaving, her golden hair spilling out around her and her pussy clamped tight around my fingers.

  “You fucking asshole,” Kyan’s tinny voice came from the ear piece of my cellphone and I managed to raise it to my ear for a second.

  “Just wanted to wish you happy hunting. And to tell you we’ve gone to bed,” I said. “So don’t disturb us when you get back.”

  He started cursing me colourfully and I hung up, tossing the phone away as I slowly pulled my fingers out of her and moved on top of her.

  “Blake,” she panted as I settled between her thighs, the throbbing length of my dick driving into her with need.

  “Yeah?” I murmured, my lips moving to her neck as I rolled my football jersey up her body and she allowed me to tug it off of her.

  “I need you,” she moaned, rocking her hips against me so that I could feel the heat of her pussy through my sweatpants as it ground against my cock.

  I was fucking shaking with need, my dick pulsing and rock hard. I’d spent the last five days reliving what me and Kyan had done to her last week and cursing her for leaving me begging for more and starving without it. But now she was finally h
ere beneath me, moaning my name and grinding her bare pussy on me.

  I was probably going to come within a few minutes. I’d been aching for this for too fucking long. But that was alright because then I was going to lick the taste of me out of her pussy and fuck her all over again once I’d brought her to ruin with my tongue. I hoped she wasn’t tired because I intended to spend as much of the night as possible buried inside her in one way or another.

  “I need you, Blake,” she begged again, rubbing herself against me shamelessly and I was so fucking relieved that I wasn’t the only one of us feeling this need.

  I reached for my waistband, growling her name as I continued to kiss her neck and I started shoving the material down so that I could free my dick.

  “I need you to turn the lights off,” Tatum panted and I paused with my shaft grinding against her thigh just as I was about to yank my sweatpants down.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Turn the lights off,” she insisted, her palms landing on my chest as she pushed me back.

  I frowned as I had to concentrate on her words instead of the incessant demands of my dick which needed to slide inside her in the next thirty seconds or it was going to fucking explode from pent up pressure.

  I growled a curse as I shoved myself upright, crossing the room to the light switch as fast as I could with my sweatpants tenting over my raging hard on.

  I glanced back at Tatum just as I reached the switch and found her with her panties back in place as she grabbed a fresh T-shirt from my drawer and yanked it on.

  “What’s happening?” I asked, my voice coming out like a kind of begging whine.

  “That was nice,” she said with a bright smile. “Thanks.”

  “Nice?”

  Tatum hopped into my bed, scooted right over to the far side of it and turned her back on me as she pulled the covers up around her chin.

  “I…are you…are we…”

  “Night, night,” she sang, her eyes closing as I just stood there gaping at her.

  “You’re going to do it again, aren’t you?” I groaned, looking down at my boner as a way too familiar sense of frustration washed through me.

  “Do what again?”

  “Use me to get you off and leave me with my balls aching,” I groaned.

  “Duh,” she replied with a laugh and I knocked my head back against the wall, closing my eyes as my dick continued to throb, still not getting the message.

  I slid my hand into my sweatpants without even really deciding to do it, rubbing my thick shaft in way too familiar movements which could never begin to compare to how it would have felt to bury myself in-

  “Get your hand out of your pants and get into bed, Blake,” Tatum demanded.

  “Can’t I just-”

  “Get in now and you can spoon me,” she said. “You never know, I might get horny in the night and make use of you after all.”

  I groaned loudly as I knocked the light off, dropping my sweats and wifebeater so that I was left in my boxers and slipping beneath the covers with her.

  I moved closer, wrapping my arms around her and inhaling her sweet scent as she pushed her ass back against my dick and I growled in frustration as it throbbed hopelessly.

  “You’re not going to make use of me in the night, are you?” I muttered and a breath of laughter escaped her which let me know all too well how much she was enjoying this agony she’d caused me.

  “No fucking chance,” she agreed, wriggling her ass again and wrapping her arm around mine where it encircled her waist.

  “Don’t blame me if I have a wet dream like a fucking twelve year old,” I growled.

  Her only answer was an evil little laugh and I was left in the dark with my dick driving into her ass and my hope dying way faster than my boner and the prospect of a long fucking night ahead of me.

  But as she shifted in my arms and I nuzzled into her, I had to admit it wasn’t all bad. Even though my cock most certainly didn’t agree.

  I woke early, slipping out of Blake’s arms. Apparently he liked earning himself punishments because he just kept breaking rules again and again. And I totally didn’t encourage it. Except when he made me come like a damn freight train careering off a cliff. It should have been illegal how good that boy was with his hands. And tongue and…fuck, I am so screwed if I don’t keep a level head.

  I grabbed my bag and headed into the bathroom, shutting the door gently behind me so as not to wake him. Then I sat on the lid of the toilet, pulled out my school diary and flipped it open at the back. I crossed a few items off of my list, figuring I’d gotten enough revenge for them in the past couple of days. I’d left them all stuck out in a storm in payment for the time they’d done it to me, and the pepper spray had probably been agony enough to pay for Kyan walking in on me in the shower. I decided to cross off the font too as I’d gotten Saint with the spray and I still felt a little guilty about burning his grandmother’s records. He’d suffered plenty over that.

  The sex tape

  The fish stew

  The Unspeakables

  The storm

  The font

  The bathtub

  The ice

  The gun

  The clothes

  The humiliation

  The shower

  The letters

  THE VOW

  I smiled at how many I’d struck off and picked out two more I was going to try and tackle right now. Stuffing my school diary away, I headed back into Blake’s room, putting my bag down and creeping out into the hall. Saint’s music filled my ears and I hurried along to catch him as he headed downstairs in his workout gear.

  “Hey,” I called and he frowned in surprise as I approached.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing. Except…Blake broke another rule. Three actually. And I wondered if you’d maybe let me have something to punish him with…” I batted my lashes innocently and his eyes narrowed.

  “What do you want?”

  “My gun,” I said, giving him the big eyes. “Not loaded or anything. I just wanna scare him a bit.”

  Saint’s brows arched then he laughed darkly. “You have an evil little streak in you, Barbie. It’s delightful.” He turned and strode across the room to the safe which was concealed beneath one of the flagstones and I drifted closer as he took the gun out, checking it wasn’t loaded before standing and holding it out to me.

  I reached for it, but he held it above my head. “What do you say?”

  “Thank you.” Better lay it on thick. “Master.”

  He smiled keenly then handed it to me, catching my hand before I could run away. He licked his thumb, wiping away what I guessed was a smudge of mascara on my face then nodded to say I could go.

  I rolled my eyes as I jogged away, pushing back into Blake’s room with my heart hammering as I entered the darkened space, flicking the light on and keeping the gun behind my back in case I woke him. He remained still, stretched out in my space with his hands clutching my pillow.

  I double checked the gun wasn’t loaded even though I was sure Saint had done so, but my dad always said you could never be too careful with weapons and I definitely didn’t want to risk this going horribly wrong.

  I climbed onto the bed, walking over him until I was standing with my feet on either side of his waist then I lifted the gun and aimed it at his head.

  I took a breath, readying to scare the living hell out of him. “Blake wake up!” I screamed and he jerked awake, a shout of alarm escaping him as he found himself staring down the barrel of a gun. I pulled the trigger and he flinched full bodily as the click resounded through the air.

  “What the fuck!?” he roared at me.

  The bathroom door suddenly flew open and Kyan leapt through the air, tackling me so I slammed onto the bed under his full weight.

  “Kyan!” I yelled as he looked at me through half open eyes, still almost freaking asleep. His hands locked around my throat, but as he realised it was me, his whole body relaxed
.

  “Jesus fuck.” He snatched the gun from my grip with a growl then threw it at the wall. “Are you out of your fucking mind?!” he bellowed in my face, shifting off of me and pulling me to sit up.

  Blake sat looking at me like a wounded animal, his eyes wild and pulse hammering visibly at his throat.

  “It wasn’t loaded,” I hissed and Kyan opened his mouth to retort, but Blake punched his arm.

  “Get out of here, man. I deserved it anyway.”

  Kyan’s gaze shifted to him and some sort of silent communication passed between them where he finally nodded and slid off the bed.

  “How’d you even wake up anyway? You sleep like the freaking dead,” I muttered and Kyan paused by the door.

  “Heard you scream.” He shrugged. “I guess even the dead would wake for you, baby. Better check the crypt for zombies.” He stalked back into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him and then we had to listen to him peeing for several long seconds. I didn’t know whether to be offended or flattered by what he’d said.

  Blake caught my hand and dragged me into his lap, making me gasp in surprise. I knew we were breaking another rule, but I didn’t pull away, confused as to why he suddenly wanted me close. He reached out to run his thumb across my cheek with emotion warring in his eyes. “I am so fucking, deeply sorry for taking you out to that grave. I don’t think I ever would have done it…I hope not anyway…I really fucking hope not.” He looked away from me, his brow creasing and I could see how much he was beating himself up over this.

  “You didn’t do it, Blake. So I guess that’s your answer. But I know a part of you wanted to,” I said, my throat too tight.

  I didn’t know if it was right to have this conversation while I sat in his lap with his arms folded around me, but somehow when I looked into his eyes these days, all I could see was the goodness of his soul. The man he truly was, not the broken creature who’d wanted to steal my life away. It didn’t make it okay. Maybe nothing would ever make it okay. But understanding his pain was the only way I could find a way to make peace with it. That and pointing a gun at his head so he knew how I had felt. It admittedly did make me feel a bit better. Not that I would have done it if it was loaded, but still…