Page 46 of The Lost Kings

Presley

PRESENT

T he tree line behind our manor was riddled with thick branches and dense shrubs. When I ran the perimeter, I typically avoided going deeper into the woods simply because it was more difficult to navigate. However, my mind was an addled mess, full of its own thorns, branches and overcrowding trees.

My feet carried me over a fallen log, and I breathed steadily through my nose as I pictured Kingston’s face when he made his declaration.

A crack echoed through the vast space as I crushed a rotting branch under my shoes, as the image of both brothers crowding me in that room came back to mind.

I pushed myself harder, desperate to escape the version of myself that had shown up last night.

The one who pushed the two boys she was still madly in love with inside of a room and allowed them to touch her.

I kissed him back.

After everything they’d done, I just…they kissed me, and I didn’t even hesitate to kiss them back.

What was worse was the way Adrian wrapped me in his arms and held me against his chest the rest of the trip back. He’d texted me this morning and told me I was beautiful, and he couldn’t wait to see me.

I didn’t deserve his texts or his alliance.

Another branch cracked under my weight, and a patch of moss had me nearly slipping, but I just kept going.

My chest burned, and my eyes watered as I played the scene back through my mind.

Treacherous lips. Deceitful hands, and a toxic heart…

those were what the twins had left me with, and instead of making them pay for any of it, I indulged them.

My toe caught on a rock, which sent me spiraling to the ground.

My chest heaved as I worked to catch my breath, and I slowly turned to my back.

The sky above was smeared with low hanging clouds, and a bleakness that didn’t fit how warm the air was against my skin.

I decided to lay there and imagine which stars might appear once the sun went to bed.

My mind wandered to Gio and whether he’d go to the barn next door and look at the stars or if this dreary cloud coverage would ruin that for him.

Thinking of him only made the ache between my thighs worse and reminded me of how I’d slipped my hand there last night when I had gotten home, and how even this morning I had rode it in hopes that this feeling would be eradicated from my system.

But it was no use.

With a groan of frustration, I threw my arm over my eyes and allowed myself to remember it again. The twins, touching me. Kissing me. Wanting me.

They’d both touched me at the same time.

That was not something they’d ever done before, and it made me wildly curious how much further they’d go and why they’d erased a significant line that had once been drawn by them…

especially by Gio. He’d never considered sharing me with his brother before and after not seeing them for almost two years, he was suddenly okay with it?

I needed to know what they’d been up to and why he had changed his mind.

Shit .

I was going to have to bring up last night to the twins and hopefully they wouldn’t notice how insanely desperate they’d made me with just a simple kiss.

Tucked in my window seat, I bit my thumbnail while watching my cell phone screen.

I had a text to send, but I wasn’t sure how to word it and if I were the one to reach out, then it would send a very obvious indication that I had been thinking about them and their egos didn’t need the boost.

And yet…

My phone vibrated, which nearly made me drop it.

Kingston: Are you going to the farmhouse today?

I tried to play it cool by waiting, but he’d already seen that I read it because our text thread was open.

Me: Not sure

Kingston: You still thinking about that kiss?

Heat swarmed my face and neck, burning my lungs with irritation. Why did they have to kiss me? Why did I still have to hold feelings for them?

I began typing and then erasing the words, only to have Kingston send another response.

Kingston: Don’t ghost us now…what did you think of that kiss?

Me: It confused me.

I watched his dots dance on the screen and flicked my gaze up to the window, watching as the clouds slowly moved across the sky like ships in the sea.

Kingston: How did it confuse you? I told you I’m in love with you, and then I kissed you. No confusion, Pres. You’re going to be mine eventually.

My thumbs swiped briskly across the screen as my heart hammered out a drum-like warning that this was all too close to the fire and I’d likely get burned.

Me: And what does Gio think of that? He touched me last night, same time as you…he’s never done that before. I’m confused with what that could mean, or what it is he wants. I know what he said when I was sixteen, but that could have changed…once upon a time, he wanted me for himself.

Why was I even entertaining this?

Kingston: For someone over us, you sure are a curious thing but I’ll ask him.

Gio added to chat.

I rolled my eyes and toyed with the curtains over my windows, waiting for his response.

Gio: You want to know how I feel about it, Elvis? Here…

Gio: vid link *winky face*

Furrowing my brows, I clicked the link he sent and immediately dropped the phone, but the moans in the video began echoing through my room.

Ohmygod.

My fingers brushed across the floor for the phone and quickly began pushing the button down to decrease the volume. Once the video was at least silent, I risked glancing at it again, feeling fresh heat hit my face and a new ache bloom low in my belly.

Playing out on the screen was a bedroom, set in a skyscraper with floor-to-ceiling windows, and there on the bed was a woman lying on her back.

She had on some sort of black lingerie and heels.

There was a man wearing a suit, on his knees, with his face buried between the woman’s legs.

Her face was at the edge of the bed, upturned, while a man dripping with tattoos, and an unbuttoned pair of jeans, stood over her with his cock out, sliding in and out of her mouth.

Curious and insanely turned on, I clicked the volume button just once to hear what sort of sounds the three of them made together. Moans echoed the smallest bit as the woman in the video rocked her hips into the man’s face, and the man at the edge of the bed fucked her mouth.

Heat slid down my belly and gathered between my legs as I watched the scene unfold. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was shocked and outraged that Gio had sent me this, but there was also this irritating flicker of hope in my heart that he’d done this on purpose.

Was he telling me something with this?

I’d asked how he felt about what we had done in the room…with the two of them touching me at the same time, and he’d sent this…it had to mean he was prepared to do what he’d never been willing to before.

I held my phone sideways, continuing to watch as the woman came hard, with a muffled scream and her legs closing around the man’s head, which he aggressively pushed open to lap at her release.

The scene transitioned to her straddling one of them, while the other was nestled up behind her, holding her hair while he fucked her in the ass.

Slamming my eyes closed, I threw the phone down and jumped off my window seat.

There was no way they’d be open to that. Why would he send this to me as a response? How could he have gone from being so against ever sharing me with his brother, to this?

Glancing over at where I’d left the phone, I could still hear a few moans coming from the device and the ache between my legs was nearly unbearable. I couldn’t keep watching that and entertaining it…could I?

Fuck it. I bent down to grab the phone and then ran down to my bed, where I slipped under my covers and slid my hand down into my shorts.

I began rubbing my clit as I imagined myself in that exact position, straddling Kingston’s hips, feeling his enormous cock inside me, while Gio fucked me from behind.

My fingers were soaked as I continued to rub over my clit and rock my hips into my hand.

I pictured how they’d hold me. I knew they would be rough, but I also knew they’d be gentle in all the right ways.

I knew they’d make sure I felt good and safe.

The three people on the screen moaned as they fucked, her head was tipped back while the man behind her thrust into her, and she rocked back and forth over the man under her.

She moaned deeply and begged for them both to go deeper, then harder.

I observed as the three of them thrust, rocked and slid against one another, but it was the next scene that finally had me gasping.

One of them spread her ass and began licking along her crack.

I rocked harder into my fingers, and then the next scene had me coming.

When they both came inside her and pulled out.

Thick, white cum dripped out of her pussy and down her thighs.

Both men dipped their fingers into her, pulling up sticky release, and then shoved their fingers into her mouth, forcing her to suck down what she’d done to them.

I tossed my head back and my phone at the same time, focusing all my energy on my fingers and my clit. Wetness seeped into my shorts and coated my fingers as my chest heaved, and an orgasm ripped through me.

I hated this. Hated that I’d tried other videos, and they’d never made me come like this, not like watching one woman get fucked by two men. The way they worshiped her and filled her and cared for her. I just simply couldn’t understand the draw of being with one man when two was an option.

Granted, I was still a virgin and maybe it did make more sense to break my hymen with just one cock versus two, but there was something in my brain that told me I’d never be satisfied with anything less than what I’d just witnessed on the screen, and the elation in my chest began to wane as I registered just how big of a problem that was.

The love I once had for the twins had to be put to rest, the fantasy of them erased and forgotten because there was only one man in my future, and I had to do whatever necessary to convince him I was worth creating an alliance for.

The night air was warm against my exposed back as I walked along the white stone terrace that boasted of the best food in Rake Forge.

We were near a lake resort that Adrian was staying at and he’d reserved the entire outdoor space for us to have dinner.

His men were stationed every few feet, and I was surprised as I began walking past them as a few familiar faces appeared.

“Hi, Renzo, how are you?” I asked the soldier who wore all black tactical gear. Benni was stationed near him, and he gave me a warm smile. “Hello, Ms. Presley, hope you’re having a nice evening.”

Renzo didn’t reply, but he gave me a small smile, but it almost seemed forced. I kept moving and left them at their guard posts while I moved closer to Adrian.

My hair was down, curled, and I’d applied makeup and even wore a cute, strappy dress with four-inch heels.

I needed to clear my head of all things twins and all the confusion around the heartache of losing them.

I had yet to text them back regarding the video Gio sent, and I had done everything in my power to avoid them in the halls and around the manor.

If it were simply that they wanted me physically, then I could eventually forget it, but Kingston’s confession still hung around my heart like a rusty chain.

“There you are.” Adrian stood to greet me, and I fell easily into his arms and even accepted his light peck on the cheek.

“Sorry, I ran into some traffic getting here.”

The traffic was arguing with Scotty over driving myself and not taking any backup.

It was imperative that I started digging under Adrian’s armor to see what lay inside him.

Kingston’s words about how I didn’t know anything about the operation or the town Adrian controlled in Italy had been running through my mind.

I wasn’t upset with Adrian about it, but it made me feel as though I needed to know more about him.

“You look gorgeous.” Adrian took his seat across from me and a waiter rushed over to help push my seat in. The table had white linen draped over it with lit candles and mini wheat stalks stuffed inside of a porcelain vase.

“How are things going back at home with your friends returning?”

I tried to relax and sip my water and not think about the images on that video or how I kept replacing the guys’ faces with Kingston and Gio’s. Instead, I ended up coughing.

“Sorry. Things are okay…I haven’t seen them really.”

The memory of Kingston’s amber eyes when he’d told me he loved me kept flipping around in my mind on a loop. As if it were haunting me. I needed to turn this around on him.

“They really are more like brothers…but we haven’t exactly worked through any of our issues yet.”

Adrian’s lips tipped up but only halfway. I wanted to ask what was wrong, but the waiter brought over wine and bread. Adrian set a piece on my plate when he asked, “What exactly were the circumstances around your fallout?”

With the bread halfway to my mouth, I paused as Adrian smiled at me from over the rim of his glass. Setting the dough down, I cleared my throat.

“They didn’t agree with how hard Scotty trained me.”

It felt ridiculous to sum up so much pain and hurt into a miniscule sentence. But how else could I explain a lifetime of memories and the taboo relationship we’d developed? I had no idea what really happened, so how would I explain it to a man I was trying to convince to potentially marry me.

Adrian placed his fist under his chin, watching me, but before he could ask anything else, I shot off my own question.

“What about you…do you have any siblings?”

I watched carefully as his blue eyes flicked over my shoulder then down at his plate. He sipped his wine, then cleared his throat. “I do not. I sadly was raised as an only child.”

I had to take a moment to compose myself as I watched the lie slip from his lips. “Oh…well that’s too bad. What about people you grew up with, anyone that’s like family but might not be blood-related?”

My smile was warm and reassuring as I tried not to seem too overeager.

He repeated what he’d done the first time. Flicked his eyes over my shoulder and then glanced down at his empty plate.

“No, unfortunately I wasn’t lucky enough to have a life as colorful as yours.”

He changed the subject to swimming and the yacht.

We laughed and he sipped more wine while talking about Italy, his grandmother, and a few stories from when he was a child.

But all the while my heart began to weave itself a tiny cocoon, protecting and shielding its tender spots from Adrian Adesso because as much as I wanted to believe differently, it seemed he was hiding something.

Which meant Kingston was right.