Page 47 of Tantalizing Kings

Sadie

“I’m assuming you'reready?” Preston asks. He stands up, tucking his cock away and walking past Tina like he’s forgotten she was even there.

She scrambles to her feet and shoots me a look that tells me she wishes she could kick my ass right now.

“Preston. We’re not done!” she whines.

His head snaps over to her. “Do not address me by my name! And put your fucking mask on,” he snarls, grabbing it from the ground and shoving it into her chest. “And, yes, we are done. You sucked my cock, and I came. Now leave.”

She wants to say more, but doesn’t. “Call me,” she huffs, storming past me and honest to god snarls as she goes.

“Hold up,” Rosie says. I spin around and find her hand wrapped around Tina’s wrist. “What do we have here?”

Preston rushes over and snatches something that looks like a flash drive from her hand. “What the fuck did you plan on doing with this?” he asks her in a low, dangerous tone. His hand shoots out, wrapping around her neck. My eyes widen while my body reacts with a mix of fear and a little arousal.Man, I’m fucked.

“I’m sorry,” she chokes out.

“A fucking flash drive? You really do have a death wish, don’t you? What did you plan on doing with this, blackmailing me into only being with you?” He lets out a cruel laugh. “Give it up already, Tina. We will only be married on paper. I could never love you,” he spits and turns to Rosie. “Deal with her. Get her out of my club. She’s never to step foot in here again.” He turns back to Tina. “You breathe a word of this place and my ties to it, I’ll make sure you wish your daddy sold you to another family. Do you understand?”

She whimpers and nods her head. He lets go, and she sucks in a gasping breath, tears filling her eyes.

“Come on. Be a good girl.” Rosie laughs, pushing Tina forward.

I continue to stand there, not sure what to do, as Preston goes over to a desk on the far side of the room. “Sit,” he commands, pointing to the chair in front of the desk.

Taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm my nerves, I take a seat.

My heart races as I watch him mess with some things on the desk before handing me a single sheet of paper. “I need you to sign this.”

“Okay?” I take the paper from him and look at it. “What is it?”

“It’s my security that you won’t speak a word of this club, what happens in it, or about anyone who steps foot within these walls.” He leans back in his seat and nods his head. “Pen’s there.”

“You know I won’t say anything, right? If you don’t want anyone to know, my lips are sealed.”

His eyes narrow, and he leans forward. “No, I don’t know. You are a stranger to me. I don’t know you. I don’t know what you're capable of. And even if I did, I’d make my own family, best friend, the people I’m closest to sign it too. I wouldn’t risk trusting you. You're no one to me.”

Ouch.That hurt a lot more than I would like to admit. It’s like all of those times in the chapel didn’t exist to him. But he is right. We are strangers at the end of the day. He knows nothing about me, nor I about him.

“Fine.” I clear my throat, trying not to let his words get to me. I glance over it but I don’t really retain any of the information. I don’t plan on mentioning anything about his club to anyone, not even to my friends. They know I’m with the guys tonight, they just don’t know where.

I feel like I’m signing away my life as I work the pen over the paper. When I’m done, I slap it on the table. “There.”

He says nothing as he takes the paper, looks it over and gets up, heading over to a filing cabinet. He unlocks it and places the paper in before closing and locking it again.

“Why are you doing this?” I ask him.

He looks at me over his shoulder before fully turning around. “I make all my guests sign one. Not just you.”

“Not that. This, agreeing to my deal. You clearly don’t like me, for some reason. So why would you want to waste your time teaching me things, touching me, having sex with me?” I shouldn’t want to have sex with him. He’s been nothing but an asshole. But my damn vagina didn’t get the memo and still quivers at the sight of him.

He leans back again, a slow smirk taking over his lips. “I’m not a blind man, Sadie. You're hot. You have a good body. And I’d be a fool to turn that down. Having you screaming out my name as you gush around my cock sounds like a pretty fucking good deal to me.” He shrugs.

His words shoot right to my clit and now my mind is imagining that and liking it very much.

I lick my lips, trying not to squirm in my seat and give away how his words affect me. “You’re not the only one who’s getting something out of this. I’m using you just as much as you’re using me.” It should bother me, because isn’t that what Raymond did to me? Use me for my body. Not that he got it very often.

But no, this is different because I came to them. I’m using them to benefit myself.

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