Page 50 of Tantalizing Kings

“Okay.” I nod. “Just tell me what to do.”

“Let’s start with yourself. We want to see how you take your pleasure, make yourself feel good,” Declan says, giving me an encouraging smile.

I blink, my mind going blank.

“We want to watch you play with yourself, Kitty Cat. Go get some toys, whatever you might use at home, and fuck yourself with them.”

My eyes snap over to Preston. “What?”

He gives me a bored look. “You want us to fuck you, but you can’t even get yourself off in front of us?”

“I didn’t say that,” I snap, letting out an annoyed breath.

Fuck this.They want a show, I’m going to give them a show. Let’s just hope I don’t make a fool out of myself in the process.

Raising my chin, I grab the belt of the robe and pull it open, letting it fall off my shoulders and onto the ground.

A chorus of hisses and groans ring out around the room. “Holy shit,” Declan mutters, his pupils dilating. He shifts in his seat and my eyes fall to the bulge in his pants. A little thrill fills me, knowing that he likes what he sees.

Grayson, on the other hand, makes no move to hide his arousal. “Fuck, Pretty Girl. You look good enough to eat. Makes me ready to kill this bastard next to me for preventing me from devouring your body.”

My core heats, wishing he could do just that. Preston’s gaze is just as intense, that impressive cock of his pressing against his pants. He licks his lips and nods his head. “Carry on. Toys are in the closet over there. All new, never used. Go for it, act like you would at home, alone in your room.”

“Oh, please do, Pretty Girl.” Grayson’s grin is downright sinful.

Turning away from them, I head over to the closest. “Fucking hell. You're telling me I can’t take a bite out of that ass? You’re fucking cruel,” Grayson hisses.

I smirk, feeling so damn good right now. With each passing moment, I feel the nerves slowly ebbing away. But it won’t last long because in a few moments, I’ll be masturbating in front of them.

I can't believe those words just came into my mind. How did I go from being in a dead relationship with an asshole cheater to pleasuring myself at a sex club in front of three gorgeous and powerful men?

Swallowing hard, I reach out with shaky hands, willing myself not to puke and make a fool out of myself as I pull open the closet doors.

A light flicks on, casting a glow over a shelf of toys. “Wow,” I whisper as my eyes scan over each of them.

“You okay over there?” Grayson asks, voice husky with a side of amusement. “Find something that’s scared you?”

“No,” I rush out, cheeks heating as I clear my throat. “Just a lot to choose from.”

“Go with what you know. Worry about the other stuff later,” Declan suggests.

Okay, okay, things I know. Well, I don’t have a crazy sex toy collection. Honestly, my own private time is almost as vanilla as my sex life was.

God, I hope they don’t laugh at me.

I grab three things and gather them up in my arms before closing the door.

“Done?” Preston asks.

“Yes,” I answer, but don’t turn around.

“Pretty Girl. Don’t be shy. Show us what you're going to be playing with.”

Taking a deep breath, I turn around and walk over to the bed. I let them fall onto the mattress and take a step back.

Preston stands, his pants now undone and hanging low on his waist. My heart races as I check him out, his V so damn lickable.

He chuckles, making my eyes snap up to his. “Getting some spank bank material for when you give us your little show, Kitty Cat?”

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