Page 56 of Triumphant Kings

“It’s about fucking time,” a voice growls from behind us. “Now, it’s our turn.” A bag is shoved over my head, and I’m being pulled off Declan.

“Rude much!?” I shout as I’m being tossed over a shoulder.

“Don’t be bratty with me, Kitten.” Preston slaps my ass. “The note said you wanted to be chased. That wasn’t much of a chase. But we still have every intention of having our way with you.” I feel his fingers between my folds, thrusting inside me and making me gasp before he pulls them free. “Mhhmm. Our man tastes good. I think I want to add my cum to this tight little pussy right alongside his.”

My cheeks heat, and I have no words, but I want that more than anything right now.

Yeah, this is so much better than that dream. So. Much. Better.

THE BAG IS PULLED OFFmy head, and it takes a moment for me to see where I am. Once my eyes adjust to the room, I know where I’m at.

The club.

It’s the same room we always use when we come here, only there are a few more additions since last time.

Like the big mirror in front of me, my reflection shows that I’m naked and my feet are tied to a cross. But why not my hands?

I don’t have long to wonder when Collin steps in front of me. He still has the mask on, but this time he’s naked.

“Naughty girl you are,” he tsks, gently brushing hair behind my shoulder before bundling it into his fist. He yanks my head back, making me whimper. “We hardly got to have our fun. Youdidn’t make us work for it.” He sighs heavily. “Guess we’ll have to try harder next time.” Next time? A thrill runs through me. I try to clamp my legs together, but can’t. Collin chuckles. “Dirty little thing you are. You like that idea, don’t you? You want us to do this again?”

I lick my lips. “Yes,” I whisper, body shaking.

“I don’t think you deserve it.” He steps closer, pulling my head back further. “Guess it depends on how well you take your punishment."

“Make her choke on your cock,” Preston says behind me. “I want to hear what it sounds like when she’s screaming as I fucking own this cunt.”

A whimper slips free. I can feel my arousal dripping down my thigh.

“Look at her.” Preston lets out a cruel laugh, running his fingers up my thigh. “She’s already fucking dripping for us. A whore is what she is. Our whore,” he growls, stepping behind me and shoving two fingers into my mouth, making me gag as he forces me to taste my own juices. “Mmmhhmm,” he hums. “You’re a fucking mess, Kitten.” Drool spills down the side of my mouth as he keeps his fingers there. “Our fucking mess.”

As soon as Preston removes his fingers, Collin is taking control, pulling me forward so quickly I have to catch myself on his thighs.

I don’t even get a chance to think before his cock is being shoved into my mouth.

“That's it,” he groans. “That's it, Sunshine. Take my cock down your pretty throat."

My nails dig into Collin’s thighs as he fucks my mouth savagely. My eyes sting as I struggle to breathe through my nose. I’m a mess, gagging and coughing, drool running down my chin as tears fall down my cheeks.

I fucking love it. There's a fire in my core, aching to be put out. I’m so turned on it almost hurts.

Thankfully, I don’t have to suffer for long until I’m being filled by Preston’s thick cock.

I cry out around Collin’s cock as his brother stretches me wide. “Still fucking filled with cum,” he growls. “Your sloppy cunt wants more cum, doesn’t it, Kitten? You want to be dripping with it. Such a dirty little cum slut.”

I moan, my eyes rolling back into my head as Preston starts to fuck me.

I’m being used by him and his brother; the idea of that alone makes me even more of a needy mess.

“Choke on it, Sadie.” Preston fucks into me so roughly, I’m forced to take Collin as far as he can go. “Gag on my brother's cock like a good little whore.”

The sounds of the two of them taking what they want, using me how they please, pushes me closer and closer to the edge.

It’s all so erotic, a fantasy I never thought would ever come true.

But I should know better by now when it comes to these guys.

A groan that's not Collin’s or Preston’s has me opening my eyes. Looking off to the side, I see Grayson in the mirror. He’s sitting in a chair, legs spread wide, the Ghostface mask still on while he pleasures himself, his hand moving over his cock quickly, his chest rising and falling with every breath.

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