Page 54 of Triumphant Kings

Smiling, I slowly walk around, almost forgetting the fact that I’m supposed to be running and hiding from the guys.

Stopping in the middle of the gazebo, I spin around slowly, taking everything in.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” a voice asks. I turn around to see the last masked man standing a few feet away from me. Declan.

“Yeah.” I cock my head to the side, watching him much like the others were watching me.

He has his hands shoved into his pockets, leaning against the gazebo entrance. He’s wearing the same thing the other guys are, but there’s a different energy about him.

Smiling, I know my sweet boy is only doing this for me. Chasing me, scaring me, hunting me. It’s not his thing.

“Looks like you caught me,” I say, licking my lips.

“Guess so.” He pushes off the gazebo.

“What are you going to do with me?” I ask, need pooling in my lower belly as my nipples press against the thin fabric of my sleep shirt.

“Ahh.” He rubs the back of his head, looking adorable with the Ghostface mask while he does it. “What do you want me to do with you?”

I’m tempted to laugh, but don’t want to ruin the moment. I could have fun with this.

“I’m at your mercy. You won fair and square. Do with me as you please.”

He hesitates for a moment before stepping forward quickly, taking me by surprise. In the next moment, his hands are around my neck, pushing me up against one of the posts. My eyes widen, and my breath catches. He stares down at me, breathing heavily.’

“Now what?” I rasp, arousal flushing through me. He squeezes my throat, making me moan. He lets out a small sound of need, rolling his hips forward and showing me just how hard he is right now.

“Need help with that?” I ask, sounding like a brat. “Feels painful.”

His hand is gone from my throat, moving down to grab my thighs. He picks me up and brings me to the ground. “I–I don’t–.”

This is far out of his comfort zone. I can tell he’s into this, but doesn't know how to play it out.

Not wanting this to stop, I decide to take matters into my own hands. Surprising him, I lock my legs around his waist and flip us so that he’s the one on his back.

He lets out a grunt, and I grab his hands, shoving them above his head, pinning them to the ground.

“Looks like I’m the one who caught you.” I hum, grinding my needy pussy down on his thick shaft.

“Fuck,” he moans, hips lifting up off the ground.

“Uh uh,” I tsk, shoving his ass back down with my free hands. “I’m the winner in this gam,e and I want my prize.”

“Take whatever you want,” he whimpers. “Please.”

“Oh, I will.” I smile down at him as I lean forward. He lets out a sigh as I start to nip and suck on the exposed part of his upper chest, using my free hand to maneuver myself out of my G-string.

It takes a bit of work, but once I’m done, I lean over him, wrapping them around his wrists to tie him against the leg of one of the metal benches inside the gazebo.

Leaning back, I let my eyes trail over him and bite my lower lip. “You look so fucking good right now, at my mercy.”

“W-what are you going to do?” he asks. I wish I could see the needy look in his eyes right now. Grabbing the edge of the mask, I lift it up just enough to press my lips against his, kissing him slow and hungrily until he’s a panting, needy mess below me.

“You're going to be a good boy and lie there while I ride your perfect cock. I’m going to take what I want, and you’re not allowed to cum until I do. Understand?"

“Yes.” He nods eagerly.

“Yes, what?” I cock my head to the side, loving this rush of power.