Page 54 of Vengeful Princess

I took a deep breath and pushed through a set of double doors to my left. The smell of chlorine lured me down a dimly lit corridor.

If there was a swimming pool here, there would almost certainly be an exit to the garden, and if I found it, I could walk around to the main entrance and leave. It was a shitty plan, but surely better than navigating my way through the rest of the guests in the main ballroom.

The last thing I needed was to run into Cassian or his father. Lucian would spot me a mile off; my wig was distinctive, but I was reluctant to ditch it because, without it, I looked more like myself.

When I reached a set of glass doors, the sight of a glowing aqua swimming pool greeted me, gently steaming in the cool air. For a moment, my anxiety faded, but then I spotted Landon lounging on a reclining chair in the semi-darkness.

He’d tossed his tuxedo jacket and mask to one side, unbuttoned his shirt, and was busy smoking what looked - and smelled like - a joint. As I watched, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.

Dear Lord.

I stood glued to the tiled floor, utterly captivated by the sight of Landon pleasuring himself.

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Landon

This evening sucked ass big time. The only reason I was here was because my parents insisted. Don’t get me wrong, I loved parties. Lived for them, in fact. But this evening was all about old farts bragging to each other about how rich and connected they were.

I’d had enough of being groped by thirsty bitches old enough to be my fucking mother.

Naturally, my father turned a blind eye to the overly familiar way his friends’ wives interacted with me. He saw nothing wrong with pimping out his only son to secure favors.

Cassian believedhisfather was a monster, but honestly? I sometimes felt my father was worse.

We were both unlucky in that respect. Kyril, too. Milo was the only one of us who had a semi-easy home life, and that was only because his father forgot he had a son most of the time.

Smoking a joint went some way to smooth my frazzled edges. Kyril was dealing with the troll and Lucian had dragged Cassian off somewhere. Fuck knows where Milo had disappeared off to. I’d not seen him for ages.

The creepy asshole was probably spying on someone. The dude had some seriously fucked up habits. He thought we hadn’t spotted him following Thea around campus like Caspar the Perverted Ghost, but we weren’t stupid.

Cassian was concerned Milo’s behavior was escalating, but I told him to chill. Thea wasn’t like Haley. She could handle her shit. If he stepped out of line, she’d most likely kill the stupid bastard.

I relaxed on a reclining chair and closed my eyes.

Thea was an enigma. She pretended to be indifferent to me, but I wasn’t dumb. I knew women, and I knew when they were into me.

Thea was definitely into me, even if she pretended otherwise. Her breathing kicked up a notch and her pupils dilated when I got too close. I knew if I slid my fingers between her thighs, she’d be wet.

As soon as my imagination conjured up an image of Thea lying on my bed, her legs spread wide and her pussy glistening with arousal, I was hard as fuck. Without giving much thought to the fact someone might walk in and catch me, mostly because I was high as a kite thanks to the exceptionally strong weed, I pulled my zipper down and wrapped my hand around my shaft.

If only Thea was here now. Would she get on her knees for me? Or would she push me back, straddle my thighs, and sink onto my cock, taking her pleasure unapologetically?

I figured the latter. She didn’t strike me as the submissive type.

A groan slipped out as I sucked in another lungful of smoke and pumped my dick a couple of times.

Pre-cum welled up and spilled over, lubricating my hand. Harder, faster. Each image pinging in my head filthier than the last.

Thea riding me like a cowgirl, her breasts bouncing.

On her hands and knees, her ass in the air as I plowed into her cunt.

Just as I was about to come, the glass door from the hallway opened and a woman entered, her face hidden behind one of the stupid masks we were supposed to wear. Because it was a masked ball. Like anyone gave a shit.

Vibrant red hair shone in the muted glow from the pool.

My hand movement slowed down but didn’t stop completely. If some chick felt like being a voyeur, I was too buzzed to care.

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