Page 55 of Tormented Kings

“The one and only person who feels the need to save money on a punching bag and uses me instead. Yup.” I’ve never admitted that out loud before, but this girl, this fucking girl, is changing me, altering everything I’ve known about myself, and I fucking hate it.

It scares the shit out of me. She makes me want to be a better person, to do better in life. Then there’s the fear of failure, failing her, failing Declan, because what if I try and I’m too broken to be able to change?

“I’m worried about you,” she says in a low voice. “This isn’t right. It’s not fair, Preston.”

“It’s life, Kitten,” I murmur. “Nothing in this damn world is fair. It’s one big fucked up game where the only thing that matters is power and money.”

“Not to me,” she says, dabbing at my lip.

“No,” I murmur. “Not to you. You seem to be the only good thing in this fucked up mess of a world.”

She pauses, her eyes darting up to meet mine.

Everything inside me goes off with warning alarms, demanding me not to do it, to get up and walk away because it’s only going to lead to more trouble.

But fuck it because all I want in this moment is this goddess of a woman in front of me. I’m going to regret this; it’s going to bite me in the ass.

I do it anyway, grabbing the wrist of the hand that’s cleaning my wounds. Her breath hitches, and just like that, the tension snaps. All hell breaks loose; sweet, blissful hell.

Diving forward, I press my lips to hers. She gasps, free hand grasping at my shirt. She doesn’t pull away, doesn’t try to fight me off. She pulls me closer, whimpering as her lips part, letting my tongue slip in to tangle with hers.

Letting go of her wrist but refusing to separate my lips from hers, I reposition us so that we’re away from the ledge and I’m sitting on the ground near the window. I pull her into my lap, groaning as she starts to rock her pussy against me.

I want to praise her, to tell her how good she feels against me like this, how her kisses are intoxicating like a drug. How I can’t fucking get enough of her with every lick of her tongue against mine.

Everything in me wants to call her my dirty little slut, to tell her to get on her knees and crawl to me like she did before. But I say nothing, afraid that if words are spoken, it will shatter this illusion we’re both giving in to.

I don’t want that to happen; I’d do just about everything in my power to stay in this moment, right here, right now.

Regrets can come tomorrow. Not for me, but for her. I don’t think there's a part of me that could ever regret being with her in any way.

My fingers tangle into her hair, cradling the back of her head and pressing her closer to me as the kiss grows sloppy, driven by pure raw need.

Cock painfully hard, she ruts against me like if she doesn’t, she’s going to die. And if she doesn’t stop, I’m going to fucking cum in my pants. I’d much rather be buried deep inside her and fill her up when I do.

She whimpers, grabbing handfuls of my hair as she kisses me back eagerly. The pain sends a jolt to my fucking balls, making a growl rip from me.

She’s so needy for me, I bet she’s fucking dripping. Grabbing her by the hips, I get to my knees and shuffle over to the blankets. Laying her on her back, I pin her hips down with one hand, using my other arm to hold me above her as I grind my cock against her cunt.

Breaking the kiss, she gasps, back arching, eyes wide with desperation.

Last time, I didn’t get a chance to taste her for myself, to make her cry for me as she came all over my face.

But that's exactly what I’m going to do now.

Bringing my lips to her throat, I pepper open-mouth kisses down and over her collarbone, making sure to nip and suck as I go. I pull the top of her dress down along with her bra, letting her breasts fall free.

Letting out a curse, my eyes lock onto her nipples, so tight and hard they could cut glass. I take one between my lips, sucking hard before biting down. She cries out, hands digging into the blanket below as she presses into my touch. I grin around her flesh. My little Kitten loves a bite of pain.

Once I’ve tortured that breast, I move over to the next one, giving it the same treatment.

Unable to hold back anymore, and now that I’ve got her panting heavily and wheezing sweetly for me, I move down and grab her by the knees, parting her thighs.

I look up at Sadie watching me, face flushed in the pale moonlight, breasts heaving with every breath she takes. She’s fucking gorgeous.

She bites her lip, and fuck, it makes me feral. She wants me, is so damn needy for me.

I slowly run my hands up her thighs, pushing the skirt of her dress up until I reveal her panties. There’s a dark, wet spot, and I grin as I reach down and pull them off. She helps me get herself free of them, and I toss them to the side.

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