Page 10 of Triumphant Kings (Boys Of Kingston Academy #3)

“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 been recording. 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.

Yet, my nipples harden, uncomfortably pressing against my bra as desire pools in my lower belly. Shifting my weight, I try to clamp my thighs shut, needing some sort of pressure on my clit.

I’m fucking turned on by all of this. Way more turned on than what's healthy.

Like watching a tennis match, my eyes flick between him and the screen. It’s not that I care about what I’m doing at this point, but it’s some fucked up part of me wanting to know what I’m doing that is pulling these insanely sexy grunts and groans from him.

I’m unable to look away, to do anything. I’m so caught up in this moment. While I should think it’s disturbing, my body thinks the opposite.

My pussy aches to be filled, clit swollen with need.

Locking my eyes on the way Grayson is pumping his cock, his big, long fingers flexing with every stroke, the thick vein on the back of his hand has me wanting to trace it with my tongue. Then trace every inch of his cock before swallowing him whole.

God, Sadie, you’re just as fucked up as he is.

That knowledge gives me the push to slip my hand into the waistband of my leggings and slide my fingers through my now messy folds.

I bite my tongue, holding back the moan that threatens to slip free when I brush my fingers over my clit.

Slow and carefully, I rub my secretive spot while watching my man lost in his own pleasure.

He’s so hot it shouldn’t be humanly possible.

His shirt is pulled up, defined abs on display, with his pants open and low on his hips.

He works his cock over and over, getting faster and faster. My fingers match his pace, the desire in my belly growing and growing with every brush.

Grayson’s eyes are locked on the screen, and I pull my gaze away from him to see myself cumming around my fingers, back bowing off the bed. My eyes are clamped shut as I moan into the empty room, as my pussy quivers around my fingers.

I can almost remember what it felt like. Need to feel it again.

“Fuck, yes, god damn it, Sadie, you’re fucking queen.” Grayson curses as he thrusts up into his fist, the other gripping the arm of the chair so tightly his knuckles turn white.

Then he tosses his head back, eyes closing as his face fills with rapture. He cums hard, his cock jerking in his hold as ropes of cum shoot out and paint his skin.

Watching him break apart like this because of me and what I’m doing to my own body is my undoing. Clamping my thighs around my hand, I grind against my fingers as my own orgasm finds me.

It hits me hard, pleasure shooting through my body like little bolts of electricity.

It feels so good, too good. I’m trying so damn hard not to make a sound, to not get caught, that I’m biting the inside of my cheek until I’m bleeding.

But I’m not quiet enough, because the moment a small gasped moan slips free, Grayson’s eyes snap up and shoot over to mine.

My lips part as I stare at him in shocked horror, panting so heavily it’s an obvious giveaway that I’m turned on by what just happened.

Panic starts to replace the arousal with each passing second as we just hold one another's gaze. He looks shocked and a little panicked as well.

But then he goes all Grayson on me, like I should have expected.

He turns the chair to face me, hand still wrapped around his cock as he gives it lazy strokes, like he’s trying to get every last drop of cum out.

He’s a mess, cum covering his chest, hair a rumpled mess, but fuck me, he’s never looked so attractive as he does right now.

A normal person would turn around and run in embarrassment, never to be seen again, but nope, not me and my fucked up mind.

I want to step forward, get on my knees, and lick his abs clean.

It’s like he can read my thoughts as a slow, sexy, mischievous grin takes over his full lips.

“Did you like what you saw?” His voice is thick, filled with arousal, and I know in this moment, things between us are about to change.

And I don’t think it’s going to be in a bad way.

I did say I wanted to explore my kinks. And this man may have unlocked the biggest one.