Page 69 of Tantalizing Kings

But I can’t ever be what he needs. A part of me wishes I could because I care for Declan in my own way. He deserves better than this life we're all forced into. Better than some loveless marriage with someone who doesn’t even like his gender.

When he said he wanted to give it all up for Sadie, I hated him in that moment.

Because he has a good chance at getting away with it. Sure, there would be some backlash within the families, but in the end, he would be happy. He has a good chunk of change from his grandparents who passed. He could give her a good life, be what she needs.

And the idea of them being happy together, in love... I hate it. I’m selfish. I’m greedy. And I can’t have them.

In my mind, if I can’t have them, they can’t have each other. I’m a bastard, but I can be reasoned with. I’m not going to go out of my way to stop it, but I’m not going to support it.

What I really want, more than anything in this world, is one night with both of them on their knees for me, begging for my cock.

I don’t even realize where I’m going until I get there. I stop and look up at the broken down chapel. The school hasn’t done a good job of keeping it up, and the only reason why it’s still standing is because of Sadie’s mom. Erin fought tooth and nail to keep it.

The sounds of the forest greet me, and I take a moment to let it all go. All my anger, my resentment, and just let the serenity take hold.

I haven’t been here in years. That night haunting me to my very core.Why am I here now? Why did my feet bring me here?

Taking the broken stone steps up, I head inside the chapel. Nothing’s changed, everything frozen in time. No one comes out here; it’s off limits to the students. Only her and I pay that rule no mind.

My footsteps echo through the room, leaves that were blown in from the outside crunching under my weight.

I don’t stop and sit on one of the empty pews, but walk past them. With one hand on the stage, I use it as leverage to jump up and head to the stairwell behind it, making my way up to the top floor.

I’m not expecting her to be here when I step into the room. But I’m surprised to find her sitting on the end of the ledge of the big hole in the wall, her legs dangling over the edge and her head leaning against the side as she looks out at the trees.

She didn’t hear me coming, but she can feel my eyes on her. She looks over at me, her pretty pink lips parting in surprise.

She’s fucking stunning. She thinks I’ve always hated her, and I’ve never given her any reason to think otherwise, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. She will never know just how much power she held over me in the past.I won’t let her.

I need to hate her now. It’s the only way. I’ll never allow anyone the power to hurt me again.

She doesn’t say anything as I walk over and take a seat on the other side of the ledge, but I don’t expect her to. Never, not once, have we ever spoken a word to each other in all the times we sat together for hours.

I wonder what brought her back here? She stopped coming when she realized I wasn’t going to show up anymore.

Her eyes are on me, watching me like she wants to say something. I risk a glance in her direction, and her eyes widen when she sees my split lip.

Her lips part to say something, but she catches herself, reminded of the unspoken rule. This place is our safe space. Our own little sanctuary away from the hard truths of reality.

It’s the only place I’ve ever let my guard down. The only place I think I ever will. She knows the moment she opens her mouth, it’s over. It would tarnish what we’ve built here.

But not being able to speak doesn’t stop her. She grabs the bottle of water she brought with her and a little pack of purse sized tissues and stands up.

With each step that brings her closer, my heart rate intensifies. She takes a seat next to me, crossing her legs, and opens the bottle. She takes a tissue from the pack, wetting it before grabbing my chin and softly holding my face still.

It’s cold against my lip as she blots the dried blood away. It stings, but I pay no mind to the pain. My eyes are on her lips, the way they part in concentration.

Wild thoughts race through my mind. What my lips would feel like against hers. The fact that I want to bite down on it, making her whimper before tasting her blood on my tongue.

I want to grab her by the wrist, tie her hands behind her back, and make her take my cock on her knees like a good little whore. For her to be dripping onto the floor below her, her cunt aching to be filled by my cock.

God, how I want to fill her with my cum and watch it drip from her swollen, used pussy.

But I don’t do any of that. I let her clean me up, ignoring how every touch lights me on fire, and when she's done, she goes back to her side.

I’m not sure how long we sit there but never once do I feel bored. I don’t reach for my phone to make the time pass. Because I don’t want it to.

I want to stay here, with her... forever.

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