Page 88 of Tormented Kings

My head snaps to the side to see Declan sitting on a porch swing.

God, he looks so fucking sexy in thatMilo Thatchcostume that it should be illegal. It’s too painful to look at him.

“You okay?” Declan asks, frowning.

“Yeah, sorry.” I shake my head, the alcohol making my head foggy.

“What are you doing out here?”

“Needed to get away from the she-witch,” I sigh, moving to sit next to him. “You?”

“Came out for some air while Sadie danced with her friends, but the guys in the back got a little too rowdy. Needed some space.”

I nod my head in understanding, taking a seat beside him before looking up at the sky and smiling at the stars.

“What are you doing here with her, Preston?” Declan asks, voice a soft whisper.

“I have to be,” I sigh heavily as I look down at him. “If I don’t, she’s going to tell her dad. Her dad tells mine, and I get to be a human punching bag.” I give him a half grin, but he doesn’t see any humor in the situation. He frowns disapprovingly.

“It’s not funny, Preston. What he does to you, it’s fucked up. It’s not right. You don’t deserve it.”

Yet, I feel like I do, that I deserve every hit he throws my way.

Sitting here next to him, I stare at him—maybe a little too much, and it’s probably creeping him out. He holds my gaze, and fuck, I just want to lean over and kiss him, to kiss the frown away, to make him mine.

“Wanna know something?” I ask, my brain yelling at my mouth to shut the fuck up.

“Sure?”

“You’re fucking sexy.” I bite my lip, letting my eyes roam his face again.

His eyes widen. “W-what?”

“Oh, yeah,” I laugh. “So fucking sexy, my cock is almost always hard when I’m around you. Same with Sadie. Damn thing doesn’t seem to know what it wants, so why not both of you.”

He goes to open his mouth, but I stop him, leaning in so close our faces are less than an inch apart. I lower my voice, and my words come out husky. “Do you know how many times I’ve touched myself to the thought of you being down on your knees...” His breathing picks up, pupils dilating as I bring my fingers up to brush against his lips. “With these lips wrapped around my cock. Me calling you a good fucking boy as you suck me off.”

Wanting to touch any part of him I can, I scoot closer and place my hand high up on his thigh. He gasps, licking his lips before whispering, “Preston.”

That goes straight to my cock. My eyelids lower as I continue to paint him a picture of one of my favorite fantasies. “Or how tight your ass would be, strangling my cock as I pounded into you. I’d love all the noises you make, like your sweet sobs as I fuck you so damn good you cum with my name on your lips.”

His breathing becomes erratic, eyes wide, needy, and... wanting.

I should stop. I’m saying too much, not thinking of the words coming out of my mouth. But none of them are lies.

“I want you, Declan. I’ve wanted you for so fucking long. Laying in bed while watching you sleep and wanting nothing more than to kiss you is pure fucking torture. I’m so close to you and not able to touch you.” And then I bridge the gap, grasping the back of his head to kiss him.

Declan moans against my mouth, one hand grabbing onto my arm that’s holding his head and the other gripping the fabric between his hand and my chest.

I run my tongue against his lips, begging him to open up for me. He does, and I don’t waste time slipping my tongue in and over his.

The kiss is mind-blowing... life-changing. He tastes like heaven and hell all rolled into one. Sweet and sinful. The reason behind all of my success and my ultimate downfall.

“I want you to be mine so fucking bad,” I snarl, panting as I rip my mouth from his long enough to talk before crashing them together again.

We kiss sloppily, but it’s fucking everything. It’s turning my world upside down as I realize that I’m not only attracted to him, but I think... I think I may be in love with him.

Two people each own half of my heart, with none of it left for myself.

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