Page 118 of Prince of Pain

“That sounds like his problem. Did you get to come?”

I shook my head, a curse leaving him when I started sobbing out of nowhere.

Why was I crying? Ryder got me off plenty, so one missed opportunity wasn’t exactly something to cry about.

“I didn’t like it.”

Admitting that felt ridiculous. I got what I’d signed up for.

“If I have to go and kick his ass, I will. What the hell happened?” he demanded, holding my face in his hands so I couldn’t look away.

“He wasn’t you and it was painful,” I whispered, confusion filling his eyes as I spoke again. “I feel dirty.”

A small smile tugged at his lips, and he pulled me against his chest. “Aw, baby. I finally fucked the slut out of you. You’re feeling guilty for cheating on me.”

“No, I’m not,” I said defensively, but it was weak.

“Shower, and I’ll kiss it better. I can’t believe I cured you,” he teased, laughing as I swatted at him, fighting a smile of my own.

“Be serious!”

“I am. Maybe we change the rules so we can only fuck other people if we’re both there?” he suggested, making me pause.

“You’d be into that?”

“I don’t care. I don’t really fuck anyone else now unless we’re at a drug-induced orgy party anyway,” he shrugged. “Now, shower. Wash the manwhore off you so I can cover you in boyfriend germs instead.”

He was ridiculous sometimes and I loved it.

I quickly rinsed off, and he wrapped me in a towel, making me laugh as he tossed me over his shoulder to carry me into the bedroom, dropping me onto my back and not caring about the bed getting wet.

“Ry—”

“Shut up and let me kiss it better,” he chuckled, moving the towel off me so he could kiss up my thighs and across the letters he’d carved into me, his breath fanning across my damp core.

He took his time, getting me off twice without picking up the pace, then he surprised me as he climbed from the bed and grabbed his knife.

“Can you handle my cock right now?” he asked, lying on his back and offering it to me. “Get on top and put your name on my chest.”

“I don’t know?—”

“I just want to be inside you, you don’t have to do anything other than sit on it and mark me,” he promised, stripping his pants off before removing his shirt and patting his thigh.

I hesitated but did as he asked, straddling him and wincing as I lowered myself onto his dick. It wasn’t too bad once he was in, and he dropped his arms by his sides, letting me put my name wherever I wanted.

I wanted to put it right across his whole chest but decided a smaller version on his pec would suffice, flicking my eyes to his. “You sure?”

“Yeah, baby.” His dick flexed inside me as I leaned forward and pressed the tip of the knife to his chest, his jaw clenching as I started carving into him. “Fuck.”

His dick hardened more somehow, and I became more confident when I realized how into it he was, his blood dripping down his side and onto the bed below.

By the time I finished the last letter, he was squirming, my eyes going wide when I felt him pulsing inside me. “Did you just fucking come?”

“Definitely,” he groaned, his hands going to my hips to pull me forward and backward slightly. “Feeling you clenching around me while carving your name into my chest is kind of hot.”

“Maybe I should cut you more often?”

“I might be into that more than I thought.”

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