Page 117 of Prince of Pain

“Not me. Wolfe.”

“You know he doesn’t particularly like me, right? If he wants to get laid, I doubt he’d pick me first. He just fucks me for convenience when you and Mase do,” I said dryly, his fingers leaving me so he could slide his phone from his pocket to text. A response came through soon after, and he showed me.

Channing: Found Tempest by the bathroom. Will she do?

Wolfe: Be there in a second.

“What—” I started but Channing didn’t let me finish.

“You like being treated like shit, and Wolfe’s in a mood. You’re exactly what he needs. Anyone else would hit him with assault charges,” he cut in, my eyes narrowing.

“I’m dating Ry, you know? If you’re going to borrow me, the least you can do is pay.”

“You think your pussy’s good enough?” he chuckled, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a hundred dollar bill. “You let him take his mood out on you, thank him for it, then leave. Got it?”

“For a hundred bucks, I’ll throw in a blow job for you, big spender,” I deadpanned, snatching the money. “Where’s Mase?”

“Busy. Leave him alone, Tempest. I mean it. What you two had is over. You’re charging now, remember? Mase liked you because you were easy. Adding a price kind of ruins that. Easy means free.”

Wolfe appeared from the shadows, not even speaking to me as he grabbed my bicep and hauled me into the bathroom. He shut us in a cubicle and shoved my chest against the wall, lifting the back of my skirt.

Wolfe wasn’t usually the type to talk much when we fucked, but he was even more quiet than usual.

“Are you okay?” I asked and tried to turn around, but he pressed against me, making me cry out as he pushed my panties aside and forced himself inside my pussy.

“Keep your mouth shut unless my cock’s in it.”

Being sober and not having time to warm up meant it fucking hurt, and I had to bite my lip to try and stop myself from crying. He fucked me hard and fast, his fingers bruising my waist as he slammed into me, and I was about to tap out when he finished and pulled away from me like I had the plague.

He didn’t say anything before fixing his pants and storming out, leaving me to clean myself up as usual.

I locked the cubicle and sat on the toilet, noticing blood mixed in with his cum. I had to start carrying lube or something.

“Temp?” Ryder called out as he walked into the bathroom, apparently noticing me missing. “You in here?”

“Yeah. Give me a second,” I replied, flushing and fixing my skirt before stepping out. He frowned, running his gaze over me.

“Who were you fucking?”

“Wolfe’s in a mood,” I said dryly, pulling the bill that Channing had given me from my bra and handed it to him. “Channing says thanks for the loan.”

He took it, frowning even more. “The guys are here?”

“Chan and Wolfe are. I didn’t see Mase,” I answered, fixing my hair in the mirror. “Can we leave?”

I couldn’t explain it, but I felt dirty. I hadn’t come here chasing sex or a way to ride out a high, so that had felt wrong. I’d fucked Wolfe more times in the past than I could count, but I wasn’t trying to numb my emotions or drown my demons in dick.

It felt weird without Ryder there as if I’d done the wrong thing.

“Yeah, we can go,” he said slowly, taking my hand as we walked out.

He didn’t say much until we got home, his eyes narrowing when I stripped naked to rinse off in the shower and he noticed some blood in my panties.

“Don’t,” I said quietly, obvious alarm on his face.

“What the fuck did he do?”

“He needed a release.”

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