Kings of Quarantine: A Dark High School Bully Romance (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep Book 1)

by Caroline Peckham

“Yes,” she breathed in a tone that told me she wasn’t sure whether she should be pleased about that or not.

  We bumped down onto an abandoned road and I turned the bike back towards Everlake, slowing as I accepted that the police had lost us.

  “Does the fight get you hot too?” I asked, my lips brushing against her neck and making her shiver.

  “Yes,” she admitted and I could feel how heavily her breaths were coming as her back pressed to my blood spattered chest.

  “Keep your left hand steady,” I instructed, lowering our speed a little more as I took my left hand from the handlebars and moved it to her waist. The bike swerved predictably and she gasped as she fought to straighten it.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Showing you how much I enjoyed our date.” I found the button on her pants and popped it open before sliding her fly open too.

  “Kyan,” she breathed in warning but she was panting now and I knew that ache. The high of the fight. She wanted this release as badly as I wanted to give it to her.

  “You can give me the orders if it makes you feel better about it,” I purred as my fingers teased the top edge of her panties.

  It was damn hard to keep an eye on the road, but it was hot as fuck too and I wasn’t stopping unless she told me to.

  Her silence echoed between us, the growl of my bike the only sound to be heard.

  “Tell me if you want me to, baby,” I pressed, my stubble grazing against her neck and making her shiver.

  “Fuck,” she cursed like she’d always known she’d end up here and had been hoping she could avoid it. But we both knew she couldn’t. We’d been dancing around each other since we’d first laid eyes on one another. And she might hate me, but she wanted me too.

  “Yes,” she breathed. “Touch me.”

  I growled at her order, more than happy to follow it as I pushed my hand inside her panties, my fingers gliding down until they met with her hot, wet pussy and I was groaning again.

  “Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted you at my mercy like this?” I asked as I circled my fingers around her opening, stroking her clit slowly and savouring the way she shivered against me.

  She was completely immobilised as she fought to keep the bike straight, her thighs parted over the saddle and her ass grinding against my dick. She couldn’t move at all. She was mine. And for once I could tell she wanted to be.

  “Stop teasing me, Kyan,” she panted as I circled my fingers again and I smiled at her command as I pushed two fingers deep inside of her. I had big hands and I knew exactly how to use them to pull her limb from limb.

  Tatum moaned as I pumped my fingers and the bike swerved as she fought to maintain control of it. We were only going at about fifty now, but it would still hurt like a bitch if we fell.

  “Keep us steady, baby,” I reminded her just as I my thumb found her clit and I started circling in time with my thrusts.

  She rocked her hips as she moaned, her body tightening around me as I kept up the torment, owning every piece of her in that moment.

  “More,” she ordered. “Fuck, Kyan-”

  I moved faster and my dick chaffed against my fly as it ached to join in. I wanted to pull over and fuck her over the handlebars until we both forgot our names, but I wasn’t going to. She wasn’t ready for that yet. She needed to take something from me now, not give it.

  The bike swerved more violently and my heart leapt as I teased her clit, circling it perfectly so that her moans drowned out the sound of the engine.

  “More,” she demanded again and I growled as I moved my hand harder, my mouth dropping to her neck as I kissed and bit her, sucking hard enough to give her a hicky.

  The dark road stretched away ahead of us and it was damn hard to keep my eyes on it. My gaze kept dipping to take in the view down her shirt as she leaned back against me and I was gifted a view of that lace bra as her nipples strained through the thin layers of material. I wanted to release my grip on the right handlebar too and touch her more and I would have done it if I wasn’t sure she’d have us in a ditch within seconds.

  I kept moving my fingers in that perfect rhythm and she rocked her hips into the movement, riding my hand as she moaned and demanded more.

  I didn’t think I’d ever denied myself like this before, given something like this and gotten so damn much in return without her so much as stroking my cock. The Night Keeper stuff may have all been bullshit and perhaps her swearing on some fucking rock that she belonged to us was a load of shit too. But it didn’t feel like it. This right here felt like owning her in the best way, like a zealot owning their goddess through worship. Because that was the only way I could ever truly claim to own her – by making her want to be mine with every inch of her being. And the more time I spent with her, the more the darkness in me wanted that too.

  Her moans were getting louder, more demanding as I pumped and teased, drawing her to the very edge of ecstasy and holding her there, teetering on the edge.

  “Tell me you’re mine, baby,” I growled, pushing my fingers in as deep as they’d go and making her cry out yet again.

  “Don’t stop,” she begged, her body quivering against me as I kept my fingers deep and circled my thumb more forcefully.

  “Say it, baby,” I demanded, wanting her to admit it in a real way just in this moment. She could feed me bullshit every other time I asked but right here and now, I really did own her and I wanted her to admit it.

  “I’m yours,” she gasped, and the demon in me liked that a whole lot.

  Her hips rocked on my fingers urgently and I gave her what she ached for as I upped my speed again, working her body into a frenzy as she moaned and panted for me, lost to the sensations I was delivering to her.

  “You know what I realised tonight?” I asked her, my mouth grazing her neck as she parted her thighs even wider than the bike required, wanting me to have all the access I needed and more. “You’re an animal just like me. You’re wild and dirty and just a little bit ruined. And I don’t just want to play at owning you anymore. I want you shackled and tethered to me, I want you chained and bound in blood and beyond. And I want you to want it. I’m going to make you want to be mine, Tatum. You’ll want it so bad it will burn you up from the inside out and when the two of us dive into that fire, it’ll burn hotter than the deepest pits of hell.”

  “Kyan,” she moaned and I wasn’t sure if she was even lucid enough to understand what I was saying to her as I built the pleasure in her body to breaking point. I could feel her getting tighter as I kept pumping and circling, bliss dancing closer and closer to her as she gave herself to me.

  “Tell me you want it, baby,” I offered, my own muscles flexing as I could feel her orgasm building through every single place where her body touched mine.

  “Yes,” she gasped breathlessly. “I want it. I want you.”

  I groaned against her neck and tasted her sweet flesh beneath my tongue as I pressed my thumb down on her clit and she cried out as pleasure lit her body alight and she shattered against me.

  The bike lurched to the left and I snatched my hand from her panties as I grabbed it again, righting us just before we could crash.

  She tipped her head back against my shoulder, panting against me and I couldn’t resist biting that sweet spot at the base of her neck so that she cried out again, the pain of my teeth sinking into her skin enhancing the pleasure I’d given her.

  “Fuck,” she panted and I laughed darkly as I ripped the throttle back again, the bike pulling up into a wheelie and making her scream for me. Yeah, I could get real used to owning this wild girl.

  We sped the rest of the way back to campus and I hid my bike again before pulling her off of it and fastening her fly.

  She gave me a hooded look which told me just how good that had felt and I smirked at her as I checked the time on my phone.

  “It’s almost midnight,” I cursed, “Come on.” I ignored the countless messages from Saint and Blake demanding to know where w
e were and ran with her back to the gates.

  Porter let us in with a stern look and we kept running all the way to The Temple.

  Before we could head up the path to the front door of the church, I pulled her into the trees around back and led her to my window, drawing it open.

  We could hear Saint cursing from beyond my bedroom door and I sniggered as I pushed the window closed behind us and pressed a finger to my lips.

  Tatum smiled as she stayed silent and I quickly locked my door before heading into the bathroom.

  “You wanna sleep in a real bed tonight, baby?” I offered in a low voice as I grabbed her bag from the bath tub and tossed it into my room.

  “I’m not fucking you, Kyan,” she breathed, giving me a look that said she’d happily use me to get herself off, but I wasn’t gonna be that lucky any time soon.

  “I know,” I smirked at her. “It’s just an innocent bed between owner and pet. I can even finger you again if you think you can stay quiet this time?”

  “No chance,” she hissed.

  “Yeah you’re right, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from screaming my name like that again.”

  She glared at me as I brushed my teeth before stripping out of my bloodstained tank and dropping it to the floor. I wiped the rest of the blood off with a washcloth and offered it to her next.

  She accepted it and quickly started cleaning her skin as I ducked back into my room. I stripped out of everything but my boxers, pulled my hair from its tie and got into bed.

  Tatum appeared a moment later, clearly deciding that a night in my bed beat that fucking bath any day and she pushed the bathroom door closed behind her, plunging us into darkness.

  “You can borrow one of my shirts to sleep in,” I offered, pointing at my closet.

  She headed over to it and I watched her in the dim moonlight which filtered through my window as she stripped out of everything but her underwear and pulled my T-shirt on. It fell to her mid thigh and looked stupidly good on her as she moved closer and slipped into my bed.

  “You’re not going to stab me in the night are you?” she hissed and I dutifully pulled the hunting knife out from under my pillow before tossing it on my nightstand.

  “Not with a knife anyway,” I teased.

  Her gaze dropped to my dick which was still hard as stone beneath my boxers and it twitched at the attention.

  “You wanna spoon with me?” I offered, wondering if I could get away with having that ass pressed up against me all night.

  “Not a chance in hell,” she growled and I sighed before flipping the covers over us.

  “Goodnight then, baby.”

  She didn’t reply and I sat there for a long time as I waited for her to fall asleep before shifting across the mattress and holding my phone up to take a selfie of the two of us in my bed.

  I quickly wrote out a message for the group chat, including a bunch of pictures from tonight to show the others where we’d been and then set it up to send at six am just as Saint woke up.

  I laughed to myself as I let my eyes fall shut and settled down on the pillows.

  When Saint saw that shit he was going to flip the fuck out. And I really couldn’t wait to see what he did when that happened.

  The heat of a warm body called to me and I shifted towards it in my dreamy state. I hadn’t slept this well since…I couldn’t even remember when. My fingers brushed hard flesh and my thigh grazed his as I sought out more warmth. His hand slid around me, yanking me closer by the ass and my eyes flew open, reality giving me whiplash as I gazed at the Night Keeper I was entangled with.

  He was still fast asleep, his face just an inch from mine and though I was about to remove myself from his hold, I was suddenly captivated by being able to look at him like this while he was so still. His features were rugged and dark and the usually harsh set of them were softened in sleep. I didn’t want to admit it, but last night had been the most fun I’d had in years. And I was pretty sure I’d never felt so wildly free. Which was ironic considering I was just his captured little bird with clipped wings. This definitely beats sleeping in the bath though…

  “I’m gonna use the pitchfork,” he murmured in his sleep. “Gonna stab you like a garden bed and plant an oak tree in your gut.”

  I released a laugh and Kyan’s grip on me tightened, dragging me firmly against him and I gasped as he ground his morning glory into me.

  The wild girl in me had taken over completely last night. After winning that fight, I’d been high on adrenaline, and maybe a little high on Kyan too. He was intoxicating to be around and perhaps that was why I’d let him touch me. He was danger and temptation personified. And I’d be kidding myself if I said I’d only done it to try and get closer to him. Last night had been real, every second of it. And it scared me how much I’d wanted him. How much I wanted him now too…

  My eyes trailed over his body and I blinked hard, cursing myself for being so easily led astray by his looks. But deep down, I knew it was more than that. Kyan’s soul mirrored mine in ways that called to me on a primal level. He brought out a craziness in me that made me feel so alive. And it was impossible to ignore. But I had to be careful. Because he also made my heart feel exposed, like he could curl his fingers around it and hook it out of my chest if the notion took him. And I could never let that happen.

  Saint’s classical music reached me from his bedroom and I swore; I needed to be out by the crypt.

  I tried to wriggle free from Kyan but he held on tighter, throwing his huge leg over me then nuzzling his whole face into my breasts through the T-shirt he’d given me to sleep in. He was still freaking asleep.

  “Kyan,” I hissed. Nothing. He was snoozing soundly between my boobs. And I didn’t wanna hit him in case he went psycho on me like the last time I’d woken him.

  Footsteps pounded down the hallway and my heart pounded in time with them.

  “Get up.” I tried to wriggle free, but I swear he weighed as much as a damn rhino.

  The door flew open and hit the wall with a bang as Saint stormed in.

  Kyan jerked awake, looking down at me in a moment of confusion before Saint shoved him off of me.

  Saint grabbed a fistful of my hair and I screamed as he yanked me out of the bed, his eyes two circles of hell, and I reckoned the other seven were awaiting me beyond that door.

  “You think you’re so fucking funny, Kyan,” Saint snarled, dragging me out into the hallway while I tried to make him let go. I knew I was holding back. I could use my kickboxing skills, but part of me knew that if I flipped on him this was going to be much worse for me. And I despised him even more for that fact. How he made me weak through his power games.

  Saint shoved me against the wall in the hallway and my breathing hitched as he released my hair and grabbed my throat instead.

  “Did you fuck him?” he demanded, unblinking like he was trying to pull the answer from my flesh.

  My heart hammered against my chest as I clamped my lips shut in a potentially foolish act of rebellion. His gaze trailed to my neck where Kyan had given me a hicky and my heart leapt in fright at the fury in his eyes. Saint needed everything to be perfect at all times and it was pretty obvious that finding me in Kyan’s bed, wearing his shirt with marks on my skin proving he’d had his mouth on me was pretty far beyond his tolerance zone.

  He shoved me along the corridor and I stumbled away, turning back to face him with my hands raised. He strode toward me with intention in his posture and I retreated in alarm, unsure what he was going to do in that moment. Kyan’s arm suddenly locked around his shoulders, yanking him back a step.

  “It’s just a joke, man. Chill out,” Kyan laughed.

  Saint threw him off with a fierce strength, rounding on his friend as my breaths came frantically.

  Blake stepped out of the door to my left, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and frowning in confusion.

  “This is not a fucking joke.” Saint shoved his palms into Kyan’s chest and all of the light
extinguished from Kyan’s eyes. “You took her outside the school. She could have escaped!” he bellowed, sending a tremor right down to my toes.

  Kyan squared up to him, a flare of danger in his eyes which equalled Saint’s. “You wanna fight me, asshole? She’s mine as much as she is yours. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want with her.”

  I ground my jaw, glaring between the two of them as Blake moved forward to try and break up their fight.

  “There are rules!” Saint snarled and I started backing away again, not wanting to be involved in this crazy bullshit. They were completely insane. The whole fucking lot of them.

  “Dude, calm down,” Blake stepped in. “Kyan’s sorry, aren’t you bro?”

  “Sorry?” Kyan barked a hollow laugh. “Fuck no.”

  “Fine,” Saint said in an icily quiet tone that raised the hairs on the back of my neck. “It’s not you who’ll pay the price anyway.” He turned his gaze my way and my heart froze to a solid lump of ice as he stalked forward.

  The psycho look in his eyes told me one thing and one thing only: I did not want him getting his hands on me. The split second I hesitated lost me valuable time before I twisted around and ran for my life.

  His footsteps pounded after me and fear ate me alive as I made it across the lounge and darted up the staircase towards his room. “Leave me alone you crazy asshole!”

  I raced up the stairs but a hand locked around my ankle and I cried out as I fell down, rolling over and kicking out with my free foot. I missed. Saint dragged me toward him, rearing over me and locking his knees around my hips.

  “Get off of me!” I yelled, terror making my throat tighten.

  The ferocious look on his face was nothing but satanic. I wasn’t gonna get a spanking for this. I was gonna get something so much more terrifying and I feared how far Saint would go to see me punished.

  He grabbed one of my wrists in an iron grip and I knew the second he got hold of the other one, I was done for. Rage gathered inside me, straining against the dam I’d built against it. Days and days of this shit was driving me to insanity. And I was done.