Page 15 of Tantalizing Kings

“It’s not right.” He turns to me, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“No, it’s not.” I shrug. “But the best we can do is watch how he is with her. I won’t let him hurt her.”

“I don’t think he will.”

“You try to see the best in everyone, D.” I give him a pitying look as I place my hand on his shoulder, giving him a little shake. “You're a good man. Too good for all of this.”

“It’s not so bad. The girls are mostly nice. They just want someone to talk to, someone to listen.” He shrugs.

“Maybe from you.” I chuckle. “You're the sweet and sensitive one. They love that shit. Preston is the broody asshole, the bad boy some girls crave.”

“And you're the flirt that makes all the girls blush and wet their panties.” He grins, and we both burst out laughing.

“Something like that.”

“You know, Collin isn’t going to be happy about this.” Declan gives me a wary look.

“Oh, trust me, I know.” I grin mischievously. I can’t wait to see that fucker lose his mind over this when he finds out.

None of us are in the Host Club because we want to be. At least not me, Preston, and Declan. It’s because we’re legacy, it’s in our blood.

We are the founding families of Kingston Academy. This club is something that our great-great-grandfathers made. It’s meant for the men of the family to build connections, to network, but also to enjoy ourselves as young gentlemen with women before we’re married to the same woman for the rest of our lives.

But behind closed doors, some of the members are naughty and break the rules. Past members could never really give up the life of being with more than one partner. But everyone casts a blind eye.

Is it fucked up of me to say that I would never have a mistress if Sadie was my wife, but I would be willing to make her a mistress when I get married?

The woman I’m meant to marry, I don’t know her; we're practically strangers. She lives in England. Her family works with mine, and while our fathers acquainted, I’ve only been in the same room with her a few times, all while I was a child.

I couldn’t do that to my pet, though. Sadie deserves someone who can love her, someone who can give her the world. Not to be someone's dirty little secret.

Doesn’t mean I’m not going to take this chance to touch her, taste her, fuckingconsumeher while I can. If this is all I can get of my girl, my little pet, then I’ll take it.

AS SOON AS I GET HOME, I head straight for my room, just like I do every day. She should be home by now, not one to go out much. That could change now with her and Raymond being over and that fuck-wit Lionel no longer around.

Never liked them. Raymond was always a self-absorbed twit who didn’t care about anyone but himself. I have no idea how Sadie ended up with him, or stayed with him as long as she did.

As for his little best friend, Lionel, the guy is a fucking creep. It didn’t surprise me that he got arrested. I bet if every girl he attacked came forward, he’d go bankrupt trying to buy his way out of it.

I hated he was friends with Raymond because that led to him hanging around Sadie sometimes. Any time I saw him sitting at the same table as her, I wanted to go over there and kick his ass. When we moved to the University building, I made sure to have a few people keep an eye on her whenever they could.

At least while she’s at school. When she’s home? Yeah, I have that covered.

Tossing my bag on the bed, I go over to the bookshelf and lift the photo next to it, revealing the key pad. Punching in the code, I hear a little click and the bookshelf pops out a little. Grinning, I pull it open and step inside my little slice of heaven. Closing the door behind me, I plop myself into my chair that’s sitting in front of a wall of computer screens.

With a click of a button, they hum to life. Each of them is hooked up to a different camera. All of them live streaming a room in Sadie’s cozy little cottage.

When I said I had my own secrets, this is what I meant. I tell myself it’s to make sure she’s safe, but that’s not the only reason.

The simplest way to put it is, I’m obsessed. There’s something about Sadie that turns me into this crazed person. It makes my fucking skin crawl when I can’t see her. I can’t seem to go a day without her.

These cameras were a godsend when I wasn’t able to see her in school any longer.

My eyes find my favorite screen, Sadie’s room.

Leaning back in the chair, I widen my legs and run my hand over my growing erection as Sadie enters her bedroom.

I grin when I see her hair is still down, flowing over her shoulders in long waves. My eyes flick down to her hair tie around my wrist. My new little accessory.

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