Page 2 of Prince of Pain

“The fact that you were naked on your knees while choking on my dick was a bit of a give away that you were okay with it,” I replied dryly. “When I ate your cunt before slamming my dick inside you, you were begging me to fuck you. I didn’t need to ask because I already had an answer. If you feel used and abused, tell me and I’ll apologize.”

“I definitely feel used and abused, but I’m not complaining. You know I like it when it hurts,” she purred, her eyes never leaving mine. “I bet you’ve never met a woman who can take it quite like me either. That’s why you came crawling back for seconds and broke your own rule.”

She wasn’t exactly lying. She let me do whatever I wanted to her, and she took it with my name spilling from her lips.

We’d fucked a handful of times now, and I couldn’t figure out why I kept going back to her.

I had all the girls in Ashburn Valley gagging for my cock, and most girls that stumbled across me from the surrounding towns too, like those rich Crestford and Kingslake princesses.

Rich girls loved defying their daddies and partying with someone like me who’d only break their hearts. It was the fastest way to get their parents’ attention.

I didn’t care who they were. I wasn’t going to turn down a wanting pussy.

“You mean the time that you climbed all over me at that party, whispering filthy shit in my ear about wanting to choke on my cum?” I offered, her eyebrow raising.

“You approached me, Ry.”

“I said hello. That doesn’t mean I’m obsessed with your cunt,” I snorted, glancing across the yard to watch two of the other guys playing basketball, continuing the conversation. “What brings you by today? Mommy and Daddy hurt your feelings again?”

“Don’t be a dick,” she huffed, making me grin.

“You make it so damn easy to rile you up. I get bored in here, so can you blame me?”

“Dad’s thinking about sending me away,” she said instead of the smartass retort I expected, drawing my attention back to her.

“He said that?”

Archer and Lexi were awesome parents. They were tough, and they sheltered both their daughters more than I thought was necessary. Where Luna had always been a shy kid and avoided big gatherings and dangerous shit, Tempest reveled in it.

To put it bluntly, she was the town whore.

I wasn’t judging. I fucked around like it was the oxygen I needed to live, but it was always different when girls did it.

She was the life of the party, well known for getting fucked up and having gangbangs, and she didn’t give a shit who saw her. I’d intervened a time or two when she’d been literally passed out and people were taking advantage of her, but apart from that, I let her do her own thing.

I cared, but I wasn’t a babysitter. I was also usually completely out of my mind on pills and in a sex haze myself, so I wasn’t always a better option of company for her.

We’d only end up in a drug induced fuck fest together.

She stared at her hands as she threaded her fingers together on the table, her brow creasing as she let her walls down for a moment, letting me see more than most people did.

“Apparently, Dad thinks I need some kind of reform school to teach me manners or some shit. I heard Mom talking to your dad about it.”

“Which dad?”

I shouldn’t have asked because I knew it was most likely Hunter. He was Tempest’s mom’s best friend.

Having so many dads made conversations like this confusing without throwing their names around.

“Hunter. He doesn’t think it would help, and he even said all it would do was make me resent them,” she sighed, her broken sky blue eyes hitting me in the chest like a truck.

Tempest and I were both drowning in our own misery, and every time we got closer to each other, we’d sink further. I wanted to help her, but how could I when I couldn’t even get my own life together?

“Maybe stop attacking your sister and arguing with your dad. I’ve seen you coming down from a high, Temp, and you’re a fucking psycho when you get like that,” I said carefully, her face pinching with hurt.

It was the one difference between our issues. I was spiraling despite wanting to be better, and she was happy to get through life with substances as her crutch, not seeing a problem with it.

“You’ve been here too long,” she joked lightly, but it fell flat.