Page 41 of Triumphant Kings

Sadie sighs. “You’re just drawing this out to fuck with them, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.” Grayson leans back in his chair with a shrug.

“Grayon’s kink is watching me, alone, in my bedroom, pleasuring myself,” Sadie says.

My body stiffens, eyes widen as I stare hard at Grayson. So, Sadie knows.

Fuck, how much has he told her? Did he come clean about everything? Damn it, did the little shit throw me under the bus by telling Sadie that I knew?

He just grins back at me, giving nothing away. “Fuck you.” I mouth.

“So you hide in her room and watch from behind the curtain or something?” Declan asks.

“Yeah, Grayson? How do you watch her?” I ask, licking my lips.

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” he chuckles.

Sadie spins around to gape at me. “You knew!?”

Ah fuck. Just outed myself. I’m going to kill him.

“Ahh, kind of?” I give her my best charming smile.

“Kind of.” She glares at me.

“Okay, so I knew what he was doing.” I shrug.

“And you didn’t tell me?” she huffs.

“No...” I say slowly. “Because that would be hypocritical of me, seeing how I’m pissed he beat me to it.”

“Psychopaths. My damn boyfriends are psychopaths.” She throws her arms up. “I never stood a chance.”

“Husband, Sunshine.” I kiss her shoulder. “I’m not your boyfriend.”

“Shut it, you.” She narrows her eyes.

“I’m not a psychopath,” Declan says. “Wait, am I?” He looks at Preston, who smiles at him so sweetly, it’s grossly cute. I want to call him out on it so badly and watch him squirm.

“No, babe.”

“Okay, good.” Declan blows out a breath, then frowns. “Wait, should I be a psychopath? Sadie, is that what you want?”

“No, baby.” Sadie laughs. “I think you're perfect exactly how you are. Don’t ever change.”

“Wanna tell me what the fuck you all are talking about?” Preston asks.

“Grayson has this whole setup at home where he watches Sadie on cameras and jacks off to it,” I tell them. “I’ve known about it for a little while because when I went to do the same thing, I found cameras.”

“What the fuck?” Preston gapes at us with wide eyes, then he shakes his head. “Of course you fucking did. You two are fucked up.”

“You're just pissed you didn’t think to do it.” I chuckle. “You’ve thought of it, don’t lie.”

He just glares at me and gives me the finger, making me laugh harder.

“And you're okay with this?” Declan asks, not sounding upset, just genuinely curious. “I’m guessing so, seeing how you didn’t kill Grayson.”

“Only one who did any killing was my dick last night in that sweet pussy.” Grayson chuckles.