Page 65 of Tormented Kings

He turns around and heads towards the door.

“Wait, really? You don’t want me to like... suck you off or anything?” That sounded so weird. And also, I shouldn’t have to take care of his situation since he’s only hard because he chose to wake me up with an orgasm. But I want to; my mouth watersat the thought of taking him all the way to the back of my throat and letting him fuck my face, using me for his pleasure.

“Oh, I want to. More than want to. But it’s not about me, Pretty Girl. After the night you had, I thought you could use a little TLC. Well, your pussy anyways.” He winks. “But I’ll start by making you breakfast. Go on, get dressed.” He grins before leaving the room.

I don’t need to shower; I did as soon as I got here last night, unable to go to bed with Preston’s cum still caked between my thighs.

Is this what it’s going to be like with more than one boyfriend? Back-to-back sexual encounters.

Not that Preston is my boyfriend. I don’t know if he’s even my friend.

Groaning, I flop back into bed. I’m so damn tired.

“And you cook?” I ask Grayson, pulling out a stool to sit at the kitchen island.

Grayson shoots me a grin over his shoulder. “Oh, Pretty Girl. There’s so much you don’t know about me. But don’t worry, soon you will. It’s all a part of the fun.”

He’s right, I don’t know much about him. “We’re going to need to change that.”

“Change what?” he asks, flipping a pancake.

“Not knowing much about the other.”

“I agree.” He plates the pancake with the others and shuts off the stove before joining me at the island. He’s dressed in the school uniform, his shaggy black hair wet from his shower. He looks so damn hot it should be illegal.

“Thanks.” I smile. “Let’s start now,” I say, accepting the plate of food.

“What do you wanna know?”

“Favorite color?”

“Starting off with the tough ones, I see,” he chuckles, and I roll my eyes. “Black and dark green. And yours?”

“I don’t really have one. It changes all the time.” I laugh. “I’m more of a pastel kind of girl, but I like the darker shades too. I hate the typical colors of the rainbow. Especially blue and purple.”

“Valid.” He nods. “Okay, my turn. What's your favorite kind of music?”

“Mostly pop. I don’t mind newer music, but I tend to listen to older stuff. Although, I have been finding new stuff from artists on TikTok surprisingly.”

“There’s some good ones on there.” He nods.

“And you.”

“Punk rock.” He grins. “A little screamo, but not too heavy on the screaming part.”

“I like a few songs in that genre too.”

“Really?” He looks at me in surprise. “Name one.”

Shaking my head, I laugh. “I’m listening toIn Betweenby Beartooth on repeat right now.”

His eyes widen even further. “No fucking way,” he laughs. “I love that song.”

I smile, cheeks heating, loving the fact we have something in common.

“My turn,” I say, taking a bite of my pancakes, wrinkling my nose when I realize I didn’t put anything on them. “Favorite movie or movie genre?”

“Horror, for sure.” He takes some whipped cream and puts it on my pancakes. “I’d say my favorite movie franchise would be betweenThe Conjuringuniverse andScream. One is more of a darker demonic edge, and one is a slasher. Best of both worlds for me, I think.”

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