Page 5 of Fallen Princess: Shadow Stalker

Whoosh-dum-whoosh-da-dum.

My heart flutters in my chest, I let my eyes fall shut, and I grip Asher’s shoulders so tightly I know my knuckles have turned white. A moment later, I’m coming all over his cock.

A possessive growl unfurls deep inside him as he pumps me hard and, a moment later, releases himself.

I lean down and kiss his lips before lifting my hips and collapsing over Haze’s body. He catches me and wraps his arms around my body, cuddling me tight against his chest. I feel his lips on my sweaty neck.

“You have a talent to perform on stage and in bed, babe.”

I giggle at that analogy.

A hand swipes over my pussy, and I look down to find Jagger cleaning me off with some wipes that feel a little cold over my sore, possibly chaffed, skin.

“Thanks, babe,” I whisper, and he looks up, his deep blues flicking brightly at me as he smiles warmly.

I feel all four men now on the bed, each holding a part of me as if I’m the holy divinity, and my body warms to their touch, loving every drop of attention they bestow on me.

“Do we have a name for this new song?” I ask curiously.

“Shadow’s Solitude,” Jagger announces, gently and casually caressing my inner thigh.

Chapter 1

Los Angeles

Two months later

“Tonight, we have breaking news that's sending shockwaves through the music industry. In a shocking turn of events, scandal has erupted around Eden Rivers, the pop sensation who once captivated our hearts. An exclusive video has surfaced, allegedly exposing a forbidden affair between Rivers and all four of her bandmates from Sonic Revolution.”

My eyes slowly flutter open, and as I regain consciousness, a wave of disorientation washes over me. Blinking in confusion, my surroundings come to focus as I take in the details of where I am.

I find myself lying on the floor in the front room of my home.

My heart pounds as I scan the area, realizing I’m alone.

Using every will in my body, I lift myself up to follow the sound of the distant chatter blaring from the kitchen. A chill runs down my spine as I become aware of my own confusion. I attempt to recall the events leading up to this moment, but my mind feels foggy and fragmented. Fear claws at the edges of my consciousness, and I instinctively clutch the wall for support. Using it as my guide, I gradually make it to the kitchen, and my eyes scan the room. The room is dark except for the glow coming from the TV screen.

The stainless steel appliances and pristine countertops seem untouched, and panic sets in as I realize I have no recollection of what happened to me or how I came to lying on the floor.

Glancing at the television screen flickering with images of me and the band, the volume is on high, and the sound’s piercing my head.

Where is the remote? The noise is hurting my head. I glance at the table where my eyes zone in on the stack of papers, everything from bills to letters and music sheets with handwritten notes. The only messy area in this entire kitchen.

Fumbling for the remote control hidden under this pile of mess, my trembling hands struggle to turn down the volume. Pulling a chair out, I sink into it, and a sense of isolation engulfs me. My home, once my shelter, now feels like a labyrinth of uncertainty.

I gasp in horror as I look down at myself. The clothes I’m wearing aren’t mine; a messy, oversized outfit hangs loosely from my frame. I finger the fabric, the foreign texture adding to my sense of unease. Glancing down at my feet, I see that these shoes clash with what I would usually wear.

"This scandal has not only tarnished Rivers' reputation but has also sent shockwaves through the future of the band. Sources reveal that the Sonics, in light of the controversy, are contemplating breaking ties with Rivers to salvage what remains of their careers."

My attention is seized by the news anchor as my head whips around towards the screen.

What the actual fuck?

"This has not only shattered the dreams of America's pop princess but has thrown the future of the band into jeopardy. The once-united force that dominated the music charts is now on the brink of dissolution."

My cell phone buzzes a message, and I frantically look around and spot it charging on the kitchen counter.

I cock my head as I gaze at it.

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