Page 107 of Prince of Pain

There was blood on my hands, but neither of us cared as I threaded my fingers through his hair and yanked on the strands, making him fuck me even harder. He shoved a hand over my mouth and pinched my nose as I came, panic instantly hitting me from not being able to breathe.

I thrashed, trying to break free, but the sick part of me enjoyed seeing the pure lust in his eyes from my fight. His free hand held me down until my body became weak, and I gasped for air as he finally released his grip and grabbed my hips instead, slamming into me over and over again until he cursed loudly and came, his chest heaving as he eyed me.

If that was the best way to make him come, I was all for him repeating it later.

I glanced down at the cut between my boobs, noting it was shallow but still bleeding.

“Shower, then I’m fucking you again,” he murmured, climbing off me and sliding two fingers between my legs, making me jerk as he moved them in and out of me a few times before lifting them to my mouth.

I happily sucked on them, trailing my own hand to my pussy to collect more of his cum and licked my fingers clean as I held his gaze.

“You always taste so fucking good,” I answered, his dick hardening against me.

“Shower. Now,” he demanded, helping me to my feet so he could rinse the blood and cum from my skin, then he dragged me back to the couch and fucked me all over again.

Chapter Nineteen

Tempest

The fun thing about filming a bunch of porn was that we could try loads of different positions and activities.

We’d fucked a lot in the past two weeks since living together, and I was surprised his damn dick hadn’t fallen off.

We had a pile of content between videos and photos, and the things I’d already been posting were building traction, thanks to my Instagram blowing up. So far, I had almost fifty paying subscribers who were more than happy to pay for extra content.

We’d also spent a lot of time playing around with some role-play and less sellable content.

I knew Ryder liked taking charge and being the alpha in the bedroom, but I had no idea I’d like to play the victim with some rape play.

Who knew?

“Get off me!” I screamed, a thrill racing through me as Ryder tightened his hold on me to try and pin me to the bed.

“Fucking stay still, you filthy slut. I know you want it,” he growled, hissing as I managed to elbow him in the side of the head, loosening his hold.

We were rough, but it was totally more realistic, and we both seemed to enjoy the bite of pain it brought to the bedroom.

I scrambled to my feet and ran, shrieking as his hand snapped out and grabbed my hair to haul me back. The burn made my pussy clench, and the chase was making Ryder incredibly hard as he pressed against me.

“You think you can run from me?” he demanded in my ear, shoving me to the bedroom floor and straddling the backs of my thighs. I managed to flip over but I couldn’t escape him, bucking wildly and only helping his attempt at pushing my skirt out of the way as he parted my legs and put his weight on me to stop me from running. “Beg me to stop.”

I kept bucking as the head of his cock pressed against my pussy, and I even forced tears to my eyes, which he apparently liked from the way he slammed into me and wrapped a hand around my throat to keep me pinned, fucking me hard and fast as he lost his control.

I begged, fought, and even cried some more for him since he liked it so damn much, and then a gunshot went off.

“Get the fuck off her!” Dad bellowed, Ryder cursing as he grabbed his arm, my eyes going wide as Dad stalked closer with the barrel of his gun now aimed at Ryder's head.

“Dad! Stop!” I screamed, scrambling back easily now that I wasn’t pinned.

“Tempest, get in the car,” Dad gritted out, scowling at me as I reached for Ryder to look at his arm. “Tempest!”

“Jesus, we’re role-playing!” I snapped, grabbing a random shirt off the floor to press it against the bullet wound. Ryder grunted as I applied more pressure, glaring at Dad.

“Thanks, asshole.”

“Role-play?” Dad asked more calmly, glancing between us.

“Yes! We’re pretending!” I shouted, not giving a fuck about making him uncomfortable as I got to my feet and accidentally flashed my pussy before I could fix my skirt.

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