Page 169 of Vengeful Princess

I licked my lips, hoping against hope I wasn’t drooling. When he reached us, he folded his arms across his chest and scowled.

“Are you avoiding me?”

“What makes you think that?” I asked innocently.

“Um, the fact you haven’t replied to my 117 messages and also the fact you ran away earlier.”

I shrugged. What did he want me to say? Talking wasn’t going to fix our problems, and besides, I was leaving, so a clean break was better for all of us.

Not that Kyril had picked up on my subliminal messages. If anything, he seemed remarkably relaxed after fucking me senseless less than 30 minutes ago. Go figure.

“Thea, look, I know I was mad because you didn’t tell me you were at the masked ball, but…” His voice trailed off as we all became aware something was going on.

All around us, people chattered excitedly, staring at their phones, and then looking at us. Expressions ranged from disbelief and shock to glee and disgust.

“What’s going on?” Landon asked, scratching his head. “Has Taylor Swift announced she’s pregnant with twins and Travis isn’t the baby daddy?”

Kyril rolled his eyes at Landon’s ridiculousness and reached out to snatch the phone off a girl standing a couple of feet away.

“Hey!” she yelled before wincing when she saw who’d taken it. But her attention soon focused on me, not Kyril. “Wow, it’s actually her!” she whisper-shouted to her friend before they started giggling.

Kyril muttered something in Russian and then handed the phone to Landon, who swore loudly.

“What’s going on?” They looked at each other and then at me.

“Fuck, Thea…” Landon grimaced and then handed me the phone.

I stared at the small screen, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. Three figures on a bed. All of them naked. Was it a porno? Porn was everywhere. Nobody batted an eye these days. Surely a video from YouPorn wasn’t anything to get excited about.

More people started pointing at us and whispering. Landon slid closer to me, so he was at my front and Kyril behind me. Making sure nobody could get any closer. His hands rested on my hips as I peered at the video clip. There was no sound, so all I had to go on was the imagery.

I looked closer. The room’s decor seemed familiar. So did the guy closest to the camera. Then he turned around and I realized it was Cassian. My heart jolted in my chest. Was this an old sex tape?

The girl beneath him arched her back and looked sideways, revealing more of her face and the identity of the guy she was riding.

I gasped.

Oh. My. God.

It was me.

Me having sex with Cassian and Landon.

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Landon looked as shocked as I felt, but I had to ask him.

“Did you know there was a camera in the room?”

“Of course not!” His face telegraphed his hurt that I’d even for a second thought he was responsible. “We need to get out of here right now. This is a disaster!”

Kyril grabbed my hand. Acidic bile burned the back of my throat as we pushed through all the gaping students, many of whom were now openly filming us, presumably to upload to their social media.

Landon snatched the stolen phone from my hand and dropped it in a bowl of punch. People stared as we passed, but I ignored them.

My father had to be behind this. He was the only person who stood to gain from a sex tape featuring Cassian Forsyth circulating in the media. Cassian was publicly engaged. At least he was before the sex tape.

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