by Rachel Angel
“Why don’t you?” I asked looking at him with innocent eyes.
His mouth tore away from mine as he pushed me down on my bed, spread my legs apart, and then stopped.
He walked over to my door, opened it, and said, “Guys, want to take a look at what a commoner whore looks like when she is about to be fucked? You’ve all seen it before, thanks to hers truly.”
I opened my mouth in shock as faces, all male, some I recognized, some were new, looked into my room at me in bed, my wrists tied together and my skirt pulled up, while I was bare beneath. They were all jacking off to me, into condoms. Like that time I found those five guys trying to stage a fake rape of me but failed because I woke up and beaten them off.
“Kaz!” I shouted. “What the hell are you doing?”
Kaz just stood there, his face filled with rage. “The same thing you did to me,” he said. “Giving you a small taste of your own medicine.” Then he walked out of my room, shutting the door behind me.
Chapter 12
Tempest
If I was anyone else other than Tempest Ryan or Tempest Storm, I would have been humiliated. I would have felt dirty and filled with shame.
Like many young women and girls who have been slut-shamed, bullied, and even vilified when their naked photos get posted online.
It was cyberbullying, and in some statesin the U.S., it had become criminal where perpetrators could be fine and even jailed.
But we were in Kingsbury. We were on some island country ruled by Kaz and his family. He could make any law he wanted when he became king one day.
Like I said, if I was anyone other than Tempest Ryan and Tempest Storm, I would have been so humiliated I would have quit school, cried myself into depression, or in an extreme case, tried to kill myself.
But I was who I was, and I have done so many things while I was homeless and had to survive to protect my little sister, I was above feeling shame.
Plus, like men, I have learned to use sex as a weapon. I even, God forbid, love it.
As much as I was so turned on by Kaz, he was as turned on as I was. Physically, he couldn’t lie about how his body felt about me…he was rock hard and his eyes were so dilated they were almost black. He wanted me, although he had to keep reminding himself he didn’t want me…that I did something so horrible to him that he tried to turn off any feelings he had for me.
Some of the male students’ photos of a naked me turned up on the Kingsbury Prep digital bulletin board, which Ms. Turlington quickly took down. I would have felt humiliated by it, but I wasn’t. Social norms and acceptance at an institution where the norms were abnormal, were something I didn’t care about. So what if they thought I was a whore. They looked down upon hard-working commoner people whose only crime was that they were not of royal blood, too. Therefore, I didn’t give a rat’s ass what any of the students at Kingsbury thought of me.
When she asked who instigated it, I didn’t tell her it was Kaz. I did, however, point out each of his underlings who took the photos and posted it. They didn’t have to take the photos, and they didn’t have to share it. Technically, Kaz was not responsible for those photos, so I could not charge him with them.
But I was furious with him. For what he called me…a commoner whore. It wasn’t a bad label to me, but what hurt was that it came from Kaz, whom I thought had gotten past all that with me when he took me into K3’s fold and became my protector and boyfriend. So we were back to him trying to act like the King of Kingsbury, and the protector of the royals there. Kick the commoner out, kick the threat to the royal status out. Well…Kaz, how about I kick you where it hurts?
I quickly changed into a tracksuit, pulled my hair into a ponytail, and changed from boots to sneakers and made my way to Kaz’s mansion. He didn’t officially kicked me out of the K3s or his mansion so I was going there to work out in his private gym.
I walked up to the door to slide in my key, but found the lock had been re-keyed. I tried and tried again but it was still locked.
Through the window of his kitchen, I noticed his butler Gerard and motioned for him to open the door. Gerard, whom I gave plenty of food to on my birthday held at Kaz’s, greeted me with a pat on my shoulders.
“Hello, Mistress Tempest,” he said. “It’s good to see you back at Kingsbury Prep.”
“Was there any doubt I’d be back?” I asked.
“Oh, just a little wager the townfolks have in Arcadia about you lasting at Kingsbury.”
“So what is it?” I asked. “Are the odds in favor for me?”
Gerard smiled and showed me a sheet where he had written:
Royals: 8
Tempest: 5
“Umm, not bad,” I said. “I bet it was Royals: 100 and Tempest: 0 when I first came here, so the odds have improved. Now all I have to do is wait for the sky to give me a signal and see what it is they want from me…”
The reference to Hunger Games was lost on Gerard, who acted like he was over a hundred years old, but looked about 60 years old.
“If you must know my opinion, Mistress Tempest,” Gerard said. “My votes’ on you. Since you showed up, Kazuo has actually acted more human than he had ever. He and I came to Kingsbury when he was still so young. He was and still acted like a boy who had to grow up too quickly. His parents raised him strictly, and all he knew were orders. Until you showed up, I have not seen him laugh so heartily, cried over someone’s feelings…yours, and even lifted a finger to help decorate a room…that room he and the other boys painted and fixed up for you so you don’t miss home…the California room.”
“So you like the commoner’s touch here at Kingsbury?” I asked.
“It’s what Kaz need. It’s what his country needs. What Kaz and the King and Queen don’t realize is that they need to understand their own people and their needs…they need to be able to come down from their high horse to hear what their people want, what the commoners want in order to be good, wise, and effective rulers. The Civil unrest is coming from the rift between the royals and the commoners. As soon as Kaz and the royals realize they need to hear their people’s wishes, then the civil unrest would die down.”
“Tell that to Kaz,” I said. “He’s convinced I need to go, and now he’s back to trying to force me to go.” I looked around. “Speaking of which…is he here?”
“Prince Kaz is not here,” Gerard said. “He said he had business to attend to…” Gerard shrugged his shoulder, “Whatever that means.”
I laughed. It was funny seeing an old and distinguished butler like Gerard using teen girl language and mannerisms. Thanks to social media, it seemed the world had gone teenspeak with its LOL, emojis, and Valley Girl speak as standard language.
“I’ll go workout in the gym downstairs then,” I told Gerard, going down the stairs already.
I reached the door to the expensive high-tech gym that was like a professional gym for athletes when the door swung open from the other side.
A sweaty Ori was staring at me as though he had seen a ghost.
“Tempest,” he said, almost like a whisper.
“Ori,” I said looking into his silvery-blue eyes.
Before I could blink, he reached out his hand to cup my cheeks. “You’re real,” he said. “Not some sight I wanted to see.”
“Of course I’m real,” I said putting my own hand up to touch his face, to cup his cheeks.
He turned his face as I touched his cheeks, and kissed the palm of my hand.
“Whenever I thought of you, I’d head to the gym to work out so I can get you out of my mind.” Ori looked down. “I’ve been working out a lot lately.”
“Anything I could help you with?” I asked. “I’m about to work out myself. Would you like to be my sparring partner?”
It was a code between us for sexy time. It was also a code for us to actually work out.
Ori’s face lit up, and he licked his lips. “You have no idea how much I want to, Tempest,” he said. He opened the door for me to enter the gym, which lit
up in neon. I looked around. As often as I had used Kaz’s gym, I was still in awe how well-planned and well-thought-out the gym was for each level of training.
I walked into the main area away from the exercise machines and martial arts weapons. There was a stage, with padded floors and padded railings, which simulated the stages in the arenas of underground fight tournaments. This gym was where Ori trained for all his fights.
I unzipped my purple and white stripe track suit jacket, stripping down to my black sports bra and black bicycle shorts, while Ori watched me from the other end of the stage. He was already stripped down to only bicycle shorts and sneakers. His chest was bare. The lights were shiny against his sweaty tanned skin which were covered in the colorful tattoos which I loved. His large biceps, also covered with bright tattoos, were flexed, showing off how strong and powerful his arms were.
I turned around to put my plastic mouth guard in, but was blocked by Ori, who had advanced so quickly to me, I didn’t even noticed him until he was bunching my hair into a ponytail, fisting it as he pulled my head back.
“You won’t be needing this right now,” he said, taking the mouth guard out of my hands and setting it aside on a tray on the outside of the stage’s railings. He bent my head back further as he claimed my mouth with his. His kisses were savage, possessive at first as though he wanted to punish me. For what?
I kissed back as hard as I could, pushing myself into him, my chest crushed against his. With my foot, I kicked his ankles, knocking him down to his knees before I press into him, pushing him to the floor of the mat. “How much do I have to go before you tap out?” I asked him between kisses.
“When you come all over me, Tempest,” Ori said. I reached down to his crotch to feel him, to stroke his girth.
“Oh Tempest,” Ori groaned. “Straddle me.”
“What do I get in return?” I teased.
I reached into his shorts and pulled out his long hard girth, bent down and began licking him.
“Oh have Mercy,” Ori grunted.
I licked him with long strokes and then sucked him along his cap. “Out of all the K3s,” I said, “I especially love sucking on you, Ori.”
Ori’s eyes widen, and he asked in surprise, “You do? You prefer me out of Kaz and Hunter?”
I was licking the underside of him, then sucking him hard, which brought out an enormous groan from him.
“What do you think?” I asked.
Ori shook his head, “I don’t know, Tempest. Only around you have I ever felt so unsure of myself. You make me feel so vulnerable.”
“Do you want me?” I asked.
Ori closed his eyes and said, “Every single moment, Tempest.”
“Then you’re in luck, Ori,” I said, sitting up, “I am so heated and worked up right now, I need you to fuck me hard until I come all over you.”
Ori grinned. “You know what you want, don’t you, woman?”
“I do,” I said pushing my shorts down until I was bare and straddling Ori’s waist. I lowered myself on top of his girth and began moving my hips, riding him with long and quick strokes.
“Oh my God,” Ori groaned. “I didn’t think I would ever get to be in you again. I love this. I can’t fucking imagine not having you again, Tempest.”
“Why stop, Ori?” I asked. “Take me, Ori. Make me yours. You want me, don’t you?”
“Tempest,” Ori muttered. “I’ve always wanted you.”
I rode him harder until we were both on the brink of climaxing. “You said a while back that if I ever had to choose one of you, you want me to choose you.”
“I did,” Ori said, panting.
“Did you really mean it or was that all just a mean vicious plan you K3s dreamed up to fuck with my mind?”
“I never intend to fuck with your mind, Tempest,” Ori said.
“Oh? What about that time you said you beat me in the fight tournament, and you were really just a Prince on Wall Street, and you didn’t know anything about Kingsbury or the K3s? What the hell was that about?”
I was now riding Ori hard, and he had reached up his hands to pull my sports bra up so he was circling my hard nipples with his thumbs. I gritted my teeth as I looked hungrily into Ori’s eyes.
“God, Tempest, when you’re in pleasure, you look so fucking sexy,” Ori groaned.
“Tell me, Ori,” I moaned. “Did you ever fucked with my mind before that messed up story about me never having been to Kingsbury?”
Ori groaned and said, “Everything between you and me, it had been real, Tempest. I loved you. I still fucking love you.” He cried out and pumped harder into me until we both climaxed.
Then he pulled me down to kiss me gently on the lips. “Tempest, I tapped out.”
“You’re surrendering yourself to me?” I asked.
“You won for today,” Ori said. “But this doesn’t mean I want you to stay in Kingsbury. I really want you to leave here as soon as possible.”
“Well, thanks for that welcome back,” I said getting up and off Ori.
I picked up my shorts and pulled it on before walking over to put on my track suit.
Ori was already behind me, pulling me into his chest and holding me. “Trust me, Tempest. I want to protect you. I want you to be safe. But staying at Kingsbury…you’re going to get hurt. I’m warning you. You won’t like what’s coming for you.”
Chapter 13
Hunter
After seeing Tempest arrive in her own jet airplane and wanting her so badly when I saw her bare bottom both front and back, I couldn’t stand hearing Kaz’s revenge plans against her.
I couldn’t stand hearing anyone’s plans to hurt her.
As part of the K3, when we took her into our fold, we promised to protect her. I had always been a gentleman to women, even when I was being cruel.
But as I told Kaz and Ori, Tempest was the first and only woman I fell in love with. It was hard enough to share her with Kaz and Ori when all I wanted was to have her all to myself. Then to hear Kaz want revenge for whatever she did…it was too much.
I walked into Kaz’s office at the main building in Kingsbury Castle itself. This part was where the administration offices were housed for the instructors, staff, and administrators. Kaz had a private office of his own as the Owner and Trustee of Kingsbury Prep.
A girl with dark black hair was in front of him as he sat on a couch.
“Hey,” I said, “I have to talk to you.”
Kaz touched the shoulders of the girl and pushed the girl away from him before he stood up and pulled up his pants.
Crouched on the ground in front of him on her knees was none other than Veronica, herself, wiping her mouth.
“Oh Hunter,” Veronica said. “I know we’re kinda seeing each other, but now that Kaz and I are engaged, I guess we shouldn’t be together?”
I looked over at Kaz. What was he doing…exchanging Tempest with crazy bitch Veronica.
“What about Prince Rodney?” I asked. “Weren’t you engaged to him?”
Veronica laughed and waved her arms. “Not anymore,” she said. “Prince Rodney got a girl pregnant, so yeah, my parents didn’t want a bastard hanging around born before my children. Plus, my parents and Kaz’s liked the fact we both don’t like commoners attending Kingsbury Prep.”
The door opened, and a sing song high-pitch voice said, “Veronica, like I said, the only way I would re-join Q2 and be your sidekick would be if I could get Hunter…
Sabrina walked in then and looked over at me like I was some kind of meat.
She was pretty in a Grace Kelly-type of way, but could be diabolical like Veronica. But the dumb things she would say out of her mouth…
“Hunter’s free for your asking,” Veronica said, “Now that I have Kaz. We’ll both have a K3 princes as our boyfriends or in my case…fiances.”
“Speak for Kaz,” I said, disgusted. “I’m not some kind of boy toy that could be pass from one crazy bitch to another.”
“Too bad for you
, Hunter, your country could be easily taken over by mine. Luckily for you, you’re so handsome and hot, I wanted you for a while. But as I said, Kaz is the one I wanted all along, though so I have to let you go. Kaz’s condition. But then Sabrina said she had a crush on you ever since she sucked your dick…and well…I think you would like to keep pleasing me if you want to keep your country and your parents safe.”
I have never hated anyone as much as I hated Veronica at that moment. I hated her for killing my cousin Allison when she invoked the Black Envelope on her, for trying to kill Tempest, too. But now…I could kill her right now, I was so angry.
Kaz’s face was filled with rage, too. He had traded himself for Veronica to free me. Only for me to fall back into Veronica’s clutches again…but with her other pawn, Sabrina.
Veronica grinned and spread her arms wide. “I think with Q2’s Queens with 2 of the K3s, we can call ourselves Q2K2.”
“No, no way,” Kaz said. “We are not merging into some lame group called Q2K2. We are not merging our groups at all. That wasn’t the deal.”
“But,” Veronica said. “Now that your parents sold shares of Kingsbury Prep to mine, and I am a Trustee, I’d like to declare all commoner students to be kicked out of Kingsbury. We are closing the doors to non-royals, period. Oh, I guess we only have one…that slutty bitch Tempest.”
I wanted to slap her face so hard, her head would turn inside out. Not only was she calling the woman I truly love names, but I couldn’t imagine Kingsbury Prep being owned and operated by Veronica.
“What’s wrong?” Sabrina asked coming up to me. “You look red in the face. Too much sun?”
“No,” I said. “Something in the air smells rotten.”