Page 24 of Triumphant Kings

“Fucking hell, Sadie! Now you sound like a crazy person. Who likes the idea of someone being obsessed with them to the point they steal from them?” I grumble to myself, closing the box's lid.

I could take everything back, but I don’t want them. I want him to keep them.

Might be time I make an appointment with my therapist and add this to the list of the fucked up shit going on inside my head.

Now I’m curious to see what else he has hidden in here.

It’s wrong of me, but I begin opening every cupboard and drawer he has.

When I get to the lower drawer at the bottom of his bedside table, I pull it open and my eyes go wide.

“Well.” I huff out a laugh, holding up a pair of handcuffs. “Guess my man is a little kinky.” Doesn’t surprise me. Grayson has never really been subtle when it comes to his desire for me. He loves to see me blush, to hear me moan, and to bring me pleasure. “Wonder if he will use these on me.” Dropping them back in, I pull something else out. Rope. “Ahhh. Maybe very kinky?”

The room is quiet as I stare at the rope.Did he bring another woman in here?I drop the rope.Did he use this on them?

A moan has my brows furrowing together and my ears perking up. I listen, wondering if my mind is playing tricks on me, then hear it again.

“What the hell?” I whisper to myself and get to my feet. I follow the sound over to Grayson’s bookshelf. For a second, I’m confused, but then I see it. There’s a crack, and part of the bookshelf is pulled out more than the rest. My fingers brush around the part sticking out before giving it a little pull.

I jump back when it pulls open, like a damn door.

“I repeat, what the hell?” I blink, then pull it open some more before peeking behind it.

It takes a moment for my brain to take in the room before me. Lips parting, eyes widening, I struggle to hold back the shocked gasp.

All the bookshelf hidden doors I’ve seen in movies have always led to some sort of secret passage that would lead you around the house through the walls.

This is not like that. Not at all.

The door doesn’t lead to a passage, but to a room.

A room filled with computers and computer monitors. Lots of them.

And what are on these screens, you might ask?

Me. All of them are me.

I stare at it in stunned shock, wondering if my eyes are playing tricks on me.

It’s the sound of my own moan as I finger myself on the screen that snaps me out of it.

My cheeks burn as my body flushes. How the fuck is this happening right now?

“Mhhhm. Fuck yes, baby.” A deep male moan has my gaze snapping down to the chair in front of the screens. I didn’t even see him there.

There, Grayson sits, leaning back, cock fully out and fist wrapped around it tightly as he strokes himself. “Play with that perfect pink pussy. Push those fingers deeper. Fuck, Sadie, you’re so fucking sexy when you play with yourself.”

Like a pounding drum, blood rushes to my ears, my breathing coming in quick, shallow breaths.

Swallowing hard, I fight with knowing where to look. Do I watch the screen, or the man in front of it?

He has a secret room where he watches secretly recorded footage of me. So the tower isn’t the only place he’s beenrecording. Looking back to the screen, I realize this is my room. Here, in this house. He’s been watching me. For how long?

Has it been since I moved in, or before then?

“Fuck,” he groans, getting my attention again.

I should be pissed, I should scream and call him a pervert. Because this is a big violation of my privacy.