Page 93 of Prince of Pain
He stuck around for about half an hour before telling me he was going to go for a walk, and the second he left, one of the hairdressers sighed dreamily. “You’re so lucky.”
I was. I’d never had so much money in my bank account before, and even after buying everything earlier, there was still plenty for me to play with.
“He loves spoiling me,” I beamed.
“He’ll just cheat on you. Ryder is a notorious playboy,” another woman stated bitterly, and I eyed her with amusement. She’d obviously been burned by him in the past.
“We’re not exclusive. You think I want to fuck the same man for the rest of my life?”
“Wait, so he knows you’re sleeping with other people but he still buys you stuff? Girl, you hit the jackpot,” the first woman laughed as she finished putting the bleach in my hair. “I don’t think he’s ever had an actual girlfriend before.”
“He hasn’t,” I bragged, loving the attention. I felt like royalty. “Not many women would be happy sharing him, but I don’t mind. There’s plenty of him to go around if you know what I mean.”
The women giggled, fussing over me the entire time I was there until Ryder showed back up three hours later.
My hair felt fresh from the treatments they’d done after fixing the roots, and he gave me a grin. “I’ll be wrapping that around my fist later.”
“You like it?” I asked as if it wasn’t what I usually got, admiring the platinum blonde hair in the mirror and running my fingers through it.
“You look gorgeous. Let’s get going before I get us both charged with indecent exposure when I fuck you right here.” The crude comment just made the women giggle, and when I went to pay with my card, Ryder stopped me. “I’ve got it. Save the rest of the money.”
I wasn’t going to argue if he wanted to pamper me.
Once outside, I took his hand that wasn’t carrying my shopping, and silently celebrated when he let me. “Where’d you go?”
“No offense, but just because I like you and fuck you, doesn’t mean I like being around you twenty-four-seven. You’re loud,” he said without sugarcoating it. “You got pampered, and I got peace and quiet for a few hours. I think we both won.”
“If you ever need time to yourself, feel free to pamper me more often,” I laughed, earning a wry smile as he glanced at me.
“Yeah, I didn’t think you’d take much offense to being dumped at the salon.”
“Thank you for paying for my nails and hair. I know it probably seems like dumb shit to you, but it means a lot to me,” I said honestly, his hand squeezing mine gently.
“I know. You’re a self-absorbed bitch but I kind of like that. Besides, you look hot, and I get to enjoy it.”
“Trust me, I enjoy you taking advantage of me.”
My feet were starting to hurt in my heels, so I was grateful when we got back to the hotel. He wouldn’t let me take them off, but at least I could sit down.
Staff had cleaned the room again, which was something else I could get used to.
I sat on the edge of the bed and giggled as Ryder removed his shirt and knelt between my legs with a devious smirk.
“Shuffle forward for me and get that dress off.”
“I thought we were going to practice filming?”
“You want me to film this?” he murmured as I pulled the dress over my head, waiting for me to nod before he pulled out his phone and handed it to me. “Go on then.”
“We’re supposed to try the new camera,” I said dryly, parting my legs more as he kissed my thigh. “But maybe it’s best if we warm up first.”
He chuckled, grabbing my legs and tugging me closer, giving me no choice but to lean back to avoid falling off the damn bed. “I’m going to eat this pussy, then tear it in two with my dick. We can deal with the camera and laptop later.”
“You’re the boss,” I replied, his eyes heating as he started kissing me higher until reaching my thong. He nipped me, making me shriek, but he held me still and toyed with my clit over my panties until finally dragging them down with his teeth.
I was on fire for him, trying to remember to hold the camera up but it was difficult when he was teasing me so much.
He pulled the scrap of material down my legs and tossed it across the room, returning to placing kisses over my mound where his name was scarred on me for the rest of my life.