Tormented Kings (Boys Of Kingston Academy #2)

Chapter 12

Sadie

There’s a heavy feeling pressing down on my chest as I leave Collin’s office. My mind is a mess; I’m a mess.

But it’s what needs to be done. I’m not stupid, I don’t think I’m invincible. I know I should fear their father, and I do. He’s a man with power and has the means to hurt me.

Part of me has been thinking of going to my mother with this and letting her know. Maybe there’s something Mark could do to help.

The guys swear they can handle it, and I need to trust them because they know more about this life than I do.

Still, it sucks.

Now that I know Collin’s father has me on his radar and it’s gone beyond just the one-time threat, I can’t help but feel like someone's watching me as I step outside the school.

Just what I needed: a case of paranoia on top of everything else.

“There you are!” Emma’s voice makes me jump. I spin around to find my friends walking towards me. “Where were you? We tried calling, but you didn’t answer.”

“Sorry,” I sigh. “I was in a meeting.”

“With who?” Mia asks.

“Collin.”

“Ohhh, a meeting, you say,” Alice teases, wiggling her eyebrows.

My eyes dart around cautiously before stepping closer. “It’s not like that,” I tell them. “He needed to talk to me about... you know.”

“The one who shall not be named?” Emma asks, raising a brow.

“Yeah, him.”

“And?”

“And nothing good. Nothing good at all. And now I’m stressed and a little depressed. I’m not in the mood for anything we had planned tonight. Would you hate me if I said I just wanted to go home and have an early night?”

“Of course not. How about we walk you home, you fill us in, and we’ll leave you to have some you time for the night,” Emma suggests, hooking my arm through hers.

“Thanks.”

We walk to my cottage, and I fill the girls in on everything.

“I’m sorry all of this has been so hard and difficult,” Alice says when we reach my place. “The last thing we ever wanted was for you to be dragged into our world.”

“It’s not your fault. I think I was foolish to think I’d be able to avoid it forever. Seeing how I live on campus, my mom is best friends with the headmistress, and I plan on taking over as groundskeeper one day. I can’t just be a fly on the wall in a place like this. That’s not how it works.”

“It really could be worse,” Mia says. “Your mom isn’t trying to marry you off to someone. You get to pick who you want to be with.”

“Did you forget about the part where one of them is engaged to you?” I ask, raising a brow.

“Not for long.” She winks. “Soon, my bestie, soon my man will be yours.”

Smiling, I laugh, shaking my head. “It is what it is. There’s nothing I can do to change it. I just need to have faith in the guys that they know what they're doing. Part of me just wants to bow out because I’m not worth this much trouble, but I’ve realized I don’t think that would work. I wouldn’t put it past Grayson or Collin to resort to stalking me.”

They’re both really intense like that. But in different ways. Not going to lie, they give me dark romance book boyfriend vibes, and I don’t know if that should scare me or turn me on.

My mind wanders for a moment with images of them stalking me from the shadows. That’s a Collin thing, for sure. Or chasing me in masks, fucking me, and calling me all kinds of dirty things. That would be something I could see Preston doing.

Grayson would be more of the kind of guy who watches you from afar, maybe even set up cameras or something.

But this is real life, not a book. Even if I’m fucked up for getting even a little bit turned on by the idea.

Doesn’t change the fact that maybe I’m a lot more fucked up than I thought. Hey, maybe I do fit into this world more than I know. The idea terrifies me.

My friends leave, and I head into the house. Not really feeling like making anything to eat, I order takeout and head for the couch.

I’m not even a half hour in before my own thoughts have me going crazy. Telling my friends to leave wasn’t the best idea. I should be going out and having fun, not staying cooped up in my cottage, wallowing in my misery for the fifth day in a row.

Grabbing my phone, I cancel my food order then call Emma. “So, this crashing-early thing isn’t working for me, is there anything fun going on tonight?”

Going out was a good idea. I ended up changing out of my school uniform and into a cute dress. I might be wearing a summer dress in the middle of October, but that doesn’t matter when you live in Florida.

We went out and had an amazing meal, went to see a movie, and my friends just dropped me off.

Walking through the door, I finally look at my phone, and my stomach drops. Missed calls and text messages from the guys. Well, from Collin and Grayson.

All of them asking me how I was, where I was, why I didn’t let them know I was going out.

Huh. I never thought of checking in with them over this kind of stuff. I mean, I know it’s something people who are dating do, but it wasn’t even a thought in my mind.

Guilt fills me when I listen to my voice messages. They’re from an angry Collin, reminding me that it’s not safe to go out alone with his father’s attention on me.

I know that, and I didn’t go out alone. I was with three other people. I don’t see the big deal. Maybe I should be more cautious?

Not wanting them to worry anymore, I send them all a text letting them know I went out with the girls and that I’m home safe.

Collin calls me right away, and by the time we’re done talking, I see his point and feel bad for making them worry. I promise not to leave campus without one of them going forward.

Sighing heavily, I toss my phone on the couch before throwing myself down on top of it. I close my eyes as I think about all the new changes I’ll have to make.

Couldn’t we all just run away to some island, away from everything and everyone, to live our lives in peace? That would be nice.

I lay there for a while before I start to feel restless. I should be going to bed, I have an early class in the morning. But I don’t think I could fall asleep, even if I wanted to.

So, I slip on my shoes, grab my phone, and head to the one place that brings me peace and allows me to shut my mind off from the rest of the world. The chapel.

Preston

“Where the fuck have you been?” my father shouts, spotting me as soon as I walk through the front door of my house.

Closing my eyes, I take a breath, my fists clenching as nothing but pure hatred pulses through my veins. I regret coming back immediately.

“I’ve been out,” I tell him in a bored tone.

“Don’t you fucking disrespect me, you little shit,” he spits, and a second later, his hand smashes across my face.

My nostrils flare, anger bright in my eyes as my cheek throbs. He’s watching me, waiting for me to react. He’s just itching for me to retaliate so he can hit me again.

When I don’t, he lets out a scoff. “What a fucking disappointment you are.” He shakes his head. “Both of you.” I know he’s talking about Collin. “Both of my sons are nothing but failures. I swear to god, if you both don’t start falling in line, people will start getting hurt.”

Oh, you mean someone else other than me? Spitting that thought back at him would be a nice change, but I know who he means, Sadie. The idea of her getting hurt by the hand of this fucking bastard makes me murderous.

“Doesn’t help when you’re out doing whatever the fuck you want,” he sneers as I wiggle my jaw, the pain starting to ease. “Where have you been, Preston? Don’t make me ask you again.”

“I’ve been staying at a club, okay? In the black room. Felt like it would be the best place to... have fun,” I lie. I’m not telling him about the sex club. That‘s something he will never know about if we have anything to do with it.

“Having fun?” he scoffs. “You mean fucking around. I love a good tight pussy, but you want to know the difference between you and me. I don’t flaunt my whores around like you do.”

Isn’t he lovely, ladies and gentlemen, bragging about the fact that he’s cheating on his wife with a bunch of women. What a fucking joke.

The fact that he could even compare the two of us at all makes me sick. I don’t want to be anything like him.

And I don’t have whores. I don’t sleep around as much as I like the others to think. Sure, I had my fun here and there. I like sex as much as the next person, but I‘ve only had a small window of time where I messed around recently because I was a damn fool and tried to get Sadie out of my head.

I stopped when Collin made me that deal, but it wasn’t the reason why I did it. It was because I didn’t want to be with any other woman. Every time I was with one, all I could think about was her.

Or her, Declan, and I together.

My dick is broken and only seems to work at the thought of those two these days. I’m fucked. Royally screwed, and not in the fun way.

“How's Mom feel about that?” I ask.

“What?” He glares at me.

“About you and your whores. Do you bring them over? Does she sit down and have tea with them?”

I shouldn’t be taunting him, it’s only going to lead to me getting my assed kicked, but I can’t seem to bite my damn tongue.

He’s in my face, shoving me back against the wall. “Shut your goddamn mouth, boy,” he growls. “Or I’ll shut it for you. I’ve had enough of you and your brother's bullshit. So here’s what you’re going to fucking do. Just like I’ve done with your brother, your wedding is being moved up. He’s getting married in February, and you're to be married by the end of this school year. So talk to Tina and pick a fucking date. I have her father breathing down my neck, bitching that you're having a bit too much fun, and Tina is getting worried. He’s mentioned replacing you with the Richardson boy,” he says. “And I’ll be damned if I lose a connection to that family. Do you understand me? I don’t care who you fuck, but it needs to be discreet. You better not fuck this up like you do everything else.”

He’s really going to lose his shit when I tell him I’m not going to be marrying Tina. I’d rather fuck myself with a rusty spoon than go anywhere near her. I’m disgusted with myself for even letting that bitch put her mouth anywhere near my dick. I’m glad I didn’t put it in her. The damn thing would probably have fallen off.

“I wonder who I learned all my skills from, huh? Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, right?” I grin, waiting for him to lose it.

And he does. He hits me, calls me every name in the book, and doesn’t stop until I’m groaning on the ground, mouth filled with blood.

It takes everything in me to pull my aching body off the ground. I laugh like a madman, grinning at him with bloody teeth before spitting at his feet. “Fuck you.” I laugh again before stumbling my way out of the house. He yells at me the whole time, but I ignore him. Getting my school books isn’t worth going back to that place. At this point, nothing will be.

I send Declan a quick text, asking if I can crash at his dorm tonight. I just... I don’t want to be alone. And maybe it’s wrong of me to use him for his company, but I need him. I hate that I need him, but I do.

As I wait for his answer I decide some time at the chapel would do me some good.

The sounds of crickets fill the air as the soft breeze rustles the trees. The moon is bright, guiding my way through the darkness towards the chapel.

My head is throbbing, lip aching. What I should be doing is going to Declan’s and getting some sleep. He texted me on my way here that it was okay to spend the night at his place.

I’ve been contemplating if it’s even a good idea to go over there. Sometimes, I think I’m truly a masochist. Because, clearly, I enjoy the heartache I get being around the people I crave but can’t have.

As soon as I step into the chapel, everything goes eerily quiet. “Not creepy at all,” I mutter to myself.

The steps creek under my weight as I ascend the stairs to the tower. I’m not even sure why I’m here. Something about this place calls to me, settles me when everything in my life is a train wreck.

I don’t expect to find Sadie when I reach the top, but there she is, sitting on the edge of the stone widow.

She’s in a short red summer dress that has tiny white flowers all over it with her hair down in loose flowing curls.

Her eyes flick over, meeting mine. My heart starts to race, and I break out in a sweat. What the fuck is wrong with me?

She gives me a soft smile before looking away as if inviting me to sit down. Yup, I’m definitely a masochist because that smile fucking kills me, and yet I still step out of the shadows to join her at the window.

I take my spot to her left, on the far side, letting my feet dangle over the edge. Leaning my head against the cold stone, I watch as the last of the sunset slowly disappears over the tree line.

Every second that passes, I get the urge to look over at her, to catch a glimpse of her beauty.

Ever since the night after the ball, my life has drastically changed. And I’m not sure if it’s for the better or not.

Something about seeing her so broken, so empty, ignited something inside me. The need to never see her like that again, to do whatever I can to keep it from happening has become the motivation to do what I never thought I could.

I’m beyond jealous of the guys. They’re living the dream I’ve had for years now. Sadie is theirs; theirs to love, to care for, to protect.

And while I want that to be me, too, I won’t act on it because she doesn’t need me. I’m too broken. How can I truly love someone and be what they need me to be, when I don’t even love myself?

Doesn’t stop me from wanting her, craving her, going fucking mad without her. And then I see her with Declan, and everything inside hurts tenfold because I want him too. At least with him, I can be near him, play the friend card to get just that little bit of time with him while pretending it doesn’t kill me to be so close and not be able to take him how I want him. For myself. Mine. I want them both to be mine.

But they aren’t mine. They can’t be. I won’t subject them to my misery.

Even though I won’t take that step with Sadie like the guys have, I still plan on leaving Tina. I’ve been taking a step back from the sex club, only sticking to the business side of things.

As for the Host Club, I still take clients, but it’s like I’m a shell of myself. They want the asshole bad boy, but it’s all an act at this point because the urge to give them what they crave isn’t there. I don’t get a rush of power like I used to when they would get off on my dominance.

I’ve been angry at the world for so long, blaming everyone else around me for my misery. I’m tired. Tired of it all. I just want the pain to stop.

That dream of leaving and living my life out on some island where no one can find me is starting to sound really damn good right about now. Sadly, it’s not something I can do anytime soon. I won’t go until I know Sadie is safe. She might not be mine to protect, but it doesn’t mean I won’t do everything I can.

“Want one?” her soft, sweet voice breaks through the long stretch of silence, making me jolt in surprise. We never talk while we’re here, so it’s odd, to say the least.

Turning my head, my eyes drop to the candy bar she’s holding out for me. I don’t even get a chance to answer her when she gasps. “Oh my god,” she whispers, scrambling to get up. She rushes over to me and kneels at my side. “What the fuck, Preston?”

Her cold, soft fingers feel nice against my swollen left eye as she cups my face gently.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” I murmur. “You should see the other guy.” It’s a joke because I didn’t even bother getting a swing in. There’s no point. It would only set him off.

He thinks he has Collin by the balls, but what he doesn’t know is he has me, too. It’s another reason why I’m staying away from Sadie when all I want to do is make her mine. The bullshit he’s pulling because Collin is involved with her is bad enough. If he finds out both of his sons are going behind his back to pull out of his meal ticket arrangements, all hell would break loose, and I don’t want a bigger target on Sadie’s back than there already is.

“Preston,” she breathes. Her touch is everything, making my heart pound wildly in my chest.

The longer she looks at me, the more I’m starting to wonder why I’m denying myself this girl. This caring, stunning girl.

That's right, because she’s far too good for me.

“Kitten,” the little nickname I’ve given her, comes out far huskier than I was expecting.

She licks her lips, and fuck, it makes my cock twitch.

I should get up, I should leave, but I don’t. She sighs heavily before getting to her feet and going over to a little basket she keeps in here with snacks and other things, like the blankets to lay out on the ground.

Why is she even here tonight? Was she planning on spending the night here?

She grabs what looks like a first aid kit and brings it back. “You’re going to be the reason why this doesn’t stay stocked, aren’t you?” she asks as she takes the space beside me again. She opens the kit and takes out some antiseptic and gauze.

“I don’t know. Maybe. Depends on if someone feels the need to kick my ass or not.” I huff out a laugh, then hiss as she wipes at the cut on the corner of my lip.

“Your dad?” she asks in a hesitant whisper.

“The one and only person who feels the need to save money on a punching bag and uses me instead. Yup.” I’ve never admitted that out loud before, but this girl, this fucking girl, is changing me, altering everything I’ve known about myself, and I fucking hate it.

It scares the shit out of me. She makes me want to be a better person, to do better in life. Then there’s the fear of failure, failing her, failing Declan, because what if I try and I’m too broken to be able to change?

“I’m worried about you,” she says in a low voice. “This isn’t right. It’s not fair, Preston.”

“It’s life, Kitten,” I murmur. “Nothing in this damn world is fair. It’s one big fucked up game where the only thing that matters is power and money.”

“Not to me,” she says, dabbing at my lip.

“No,” I murmur. “Not to you. You seem to be the only good thing in this fucked up mess of a world.”

She pauses, her eyes darting up to meet mine.

Everything inside me goes off with warning alarms, demanding me not to do it, to get up and walk away because it’s only going to lead to more trouble.

But fuck it because all I want in this moment is this goddess of a woman in front of me. I’m going to regret this; it’s going to bite me in the ass.

I do it anyway, grabbing the wrist of the hand that’s cleaning my wounds. Her breath hitches, and just like that, the tension snaps. All hell breaks loose; sweet, blissful hell.

Diving forward, I press my lips to hers. She gasps, free hand grasping at my shirt. She doesn’t pull away, doesn’t try to fight me off. She pulls me closer, whimpering as her lips part, letting my tongue slip in to tangle with hers.

Letting go of her wrist but refusing to separate my lips from hers, I reposition us so that we’re away from the ledge and I’m sitting on the ground near the window. I pull her into my lap, groaning as she starts to rock her pussy against me.

I want to praise her, to tell her how good she feels against me like this, how her kisses are intoxicating like a drug. How I can’t fucking get enough of her with every lick of her tongue against mine.

Everything in me wants to call her my dirty little slut, to tell her to get on her knees and crawl to me like she did before. But I say nothing, afraid that if words are spoken, it will shatter this illusion we’re both giving in to.

I don’t want that to happen; I’d do just about everything in my power to stay in this moment, right here, right now.

Regrets can come tomorrow. Not for me, but for her. I don’t think there's a part of me that could ever regret being with her in any way.

My fingers tangle into her hair, cradling the back of her head and pressing her closer to me as the kiss grows sloppy, driven by pure raw need.

Cock painfully hard, she ruts against me like if she doesn’t, she’s going to die. And if she doesn’t stop, I’m going to fucking cum in my pants. I’d much rather be buried deep inside her and fill her up when I do.

She whimpers, grabbing handfuls of my hair as she kisses me back eagerly. The pain sends a jolt to my fucking balls, making a growl rip from me.

She’s so needy for me, I bet she’s fucking dripping. Grabbing her by the hips, I get to my knees and shuffle over to the blankets. Laying her on her back, I pin her hips down with one hand, using my other arm to hold me above her as I grind my cock against her cunt.

Breaking the kiss, she gasps, back arching, eyes wide with desperation.

Last time, I didn’t get a chance to taste her for myself, to make her cry for me as she came all over my face.

But that's exactly what I’m going to do now.

Bringing my lips to her throat, I pepper open-mouth kisses down and over her collarbone, making sure to nip and suck as I go. I pull the top of her dress down along with her bra, letting her breasts fall free.

Letting out a curse, my eyes lock onto her nipples, so tight and hard they could cut glass. I take one between my lips, sucking hard before biting down. She cries out, hands digging into the blanket below as she presses into my touch. I grin around her flesh. My little Kitten loves a bite of pain.

Once I’ve tortured that breast, I move over to the next one, giving it the same treatment.

Unable to hold back anymore, and now that I’ve got her panting heavily and wheezing sweetly for me, I move down and grab her by the knees, parting her thighs.

I look up at Sadie watching me, face flushed in the pale moonlight, breasts heaving with every breath she takes. She’s fucking gorgeous.

She bites her lip, and fuck, it makes me feral. She wants me, is so damn needy for me.

I slowly run my hands up her thighs, pushing the skirt of her dress up until I reveal her panties. There’s a dark, wet spot, and I grin as I reach down and pull them off. She helps me get herself free of them, and I toss them to the side.

A deep growl vibrates in my chest at the sight of her pink, glistening pussy, just begging to be punished by my tongue.

She doesn’t speak, but I can see the plea in her eyes, begging me to taste her, to devour her cunt like it’s my last meal.

So I do. I suck every drop of arousal, my tongue lapping at her folds like I’m trying to lick my plate clean before I truly feast.

Sadie cries out, her fingers digging into my hair, pulling as she gasps, overpowered by pleasure. She tries to close her legs on my head, and as much as I’d love to die by suffocating in her pussy, I’m not done with her yet.

I hold her wide open for me, thrusting my tongue into her. I fuck her with my tongue, again and again, until she’s a writhing mess before I move to her clit, sucking it between my lips and nibbling on it.

I go until she’s speaking in tongues, thighs shaking. I give her clit one last bite, and she shatters. My eyes flick up in time to watch her orgasm crash over her, and it’s a sight to be seen. Something to lock into my memory to be replayed over and over again.

She cums hard, body jerking as she tries to get away, sensitive to my touch. But I hold her still, continuing to eat her until she's crying, pulling at my head.

Finally, I have mercy on her poor pussy and move my way up her body. I take her breath away, kissing her with my own desperation. She whimpers and whines, begging to kiss me back as I reach between my legs to free my cock.

It’s a bit of a struggle, everything inside me is feeling so out of control. I’ve never been like this before. So consumed, so frantic to fuse my body to someone else.

But she’s not just anyone, she’s Sadie. My Kitten. The one person in my life who sees my scars and doesn’t look away, isn’t disgusted by the man beneath.

Ripping my lips away, I press the tip of my dripping cock to her entrance. We lock eyes, her wild ones with my feral ones. I shove forward, forcing my way inside her.

She gasps, eyes widening further as I make her pussy stretch around my thick cock. I can tell she‘s struggling to take me, but she doesn’t ask me to stop, her eyes begging for more.

I thrust into her, unleashing all my pent-up desire for her. She takes everything I give her, silently asking for more and more with every slap of my hips against her pelvis.

I’m lost in her eyes, unable to look away. Does she know how much this is shattering me? How much I wish she could take the pieces and put me back together into something, someone who could do right by her. Into a man worthy of her.

With every glide of my cock against her inner walls, her greedy little cunt tries to keep me inside.

She’s panting and moaning, but she doesn’t look away.

Bringing my hand between us, I find her clit and add steady pressure.

Oh, the look on her face... if I could capture this and keep it forever, I would.

She breaks for me, cumming hard on my cock, her pussy gripping me so hard I gasp. She pulls me over the edge with her, and I growl, biting the inside of my cheek as my cock pulses, filling her pussy up until it’s dripping out of her.

With my body braced above her, we both close our eyes, struggling to catch our breath. Once we do, I feel my cock hardening inside her again. With a growl, I flip us over so that she’s on top. I can’t get enough of this girl, I don’t think I ever could. I want to go all night, to see her break again and again, then put her back together just to break her once more.

Sadie rides me into bliss until we’re both cumming again before collapsing on top of me.

Wrapping my arms around her, I pull the blanket over us, I hold her tightly, not knowing if this will be the last time we’re together, needing to soak in every second I can with her until we’re falling asleep in each other’s arms. Just like I wish we could do every night for the rest of our lives.