Page 147 of Tantalizing Kings

“I’ve been watching you all night. In my mind, I’ve fucked you on every surface in this room.”

“Collin!” I hiss, looking around with worried eyes that someone heard him, my core heating at his words.

“Want to make it a reality?” He chuckles. It’s just now that I realize what’s playing. It’s the Bridgerton remake of Wildest Dreams, by Taylor Swift. I almost laugh at how much that song fits what I have with these men.

“I will not be having public sex with you, Collin,” I whisper harshly.

“At least not yet. I’m sure I can convince you some day.” He winks. And for the fourth time, I’m spun around and passed off to another.

I suck in a breath as his arm curls around my back, pulling me close to his body. I almost trip over our feet in surprise, but he catches me.

My heart is beating wildly in my chest as he brings his mouth close to my ear. “You look fucking sinful in this dress, Kitten. I’ve imagined getting on my knees and shoving my face into your delectable pussy.” I whimper, biting my lower lip as my body ignites. “What are you doing to me, Sadie? Why can’t I get you out of my head?”

I can smell alcohol on his breath. He’s been drinking, and by the slight slur in his words, I’d say he’s a bit tipsy. “Every time that bitch put her hands on me, hung off my arm like she owned me, I wished it was you. It’s always you, always will be you. Fuck,” he growls. “I want to hate you so bad; it kills me that I can’t. I’m sorry for how I treated you that night. You didn’t deserve it. I didn’t deserve you.”

My head is dizzy, his words rushing around in my head as I try to process what he’s saying. We step to each others side, arms pressing against each other in a move I’ve only seen on movies as we dance in a circle. His eyes bore into mine, dark and stormy, filled with hate, arousal, pain of all kinds. It hurts to look at him, it’s too much.

It feels like the air has been sucked out of my lungs. “I gotta go,” I say in a rush before taking off.

In a true Cinderella move, I lose my shoe about half way out of the room. I kick off the other as I take off running.

I don’t stop until I’m out in the hall. Tears sting my eyes as I close them, leaning against the wall, catching my breath.

How do I do this? How do I keep going on living my life like these guys didn’t burrow their way into my heart?

“What a show you put on out there,” a voice that makes my stomach turn comments as my eyes snap open. “I’m surprised you didn’t fuck them all right there on the dance floor with the way you were panting after them like a bitch in heat,” she scoffs. “It’s so fucking sad to watch, really. You actually think they want you, don’t you?” She lets out this cruel laugh and shakes her head. “They never wanted you and never will. You're an easy lay to them, a game. I know about your arrangement. Preston told me all about it as we laid in bed after he fucked me. He laughed at how easy it was to get you to fuck them all. How you were practically begging them to sleep with you. Since you’ve been gone from the Host Club, it’s all they talk about. Laughing at how fucking pitiful you are.”

Anger fills me as tears blur my vision. “You’re lying. Preston fucking hates you,” I whimper, and before the words are even fully out of my mouth she slaps me across the face.

“Know your place, Evans. This ismyschool. Preston ismyfuture husband. You’re just playing in a world you don’t understand, and if you don’t watch yourself, you’re going to find yourself in a cold unmarked grave. If you know what’s good for you, stay away from the Host Club, most importantly, stay away from Preston. Better yet, why don’t you just go fucking kill yourself and do us all a favor.”

“I hate you,” I spit, tears spilling down my cheeks. I turn and take off down the hall, her cruel laughter echoing behind me.

When the cool air of the night hits me, I suck in lungs full, trying to calm myself down and willing myself not to break.

Her words mean nothing, Sadie. It’s what she does. It’s all lies. She’s just a bully who’s pissed off she’s not getting her own way.

But she mentioned the arrangement. What if she does know? Did Preston really tell her? Is he really fucking her?

The thought alone has my stomach betraying me. Turning to the side, I puke into the bushes nearby until I’m dry heaving nothing but bile.

Fuck this night, fuck that bitch. I’m going home. I never should have come here.

I’m about to order a ride home when a long, slick, black limo pulls up. I watch as the door opens and a man gets out. “Sadie Evans?”

“Ahh... yes?” I answer. He steps forward and grabs my arm, making me drop my phone. “Hey! What the hell? Let go of me!” I shout as he pulls and shoves me toward the open car door.

I’m about to scream for help when the guy shoves his hand over my mouth and pushes me into the back of the limo, slamming the door shut.

“Let me out of here!” I scream, reaching for the door handle as fear and adrenaline fill me.

“Oh, relax. I’ll let you go when I’m done with you,” a voice says which has me spinning around in my seat.

“Who are you?” I ask, fear spiking in me as I feel the limo start to move.

“We’ve never met,” he states, crossing his legs. “But I knew your father, know your mother.”

My eyes adjust to the dim light above us. “You're Collin and Preston’s dad.” Dread fills me. This man isn’t safe. He beats his child for fun, what would he do to a stranger?

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