Page 32 of Prince of Pain

“Such a dirty girl,” he murmured in my ear as he pushed inside my pussy from behind, clamping a hand over my mouth as I moaned. “Shut the fuck up or someone will hear you. Understand?”

I nodded, my legs almost going out from under me as he started fucking me, his lips skimming my neck before he bit me sharply, making me squeal behind his hand. The low chuckle that left him almost made me come, his devilish fingers sliding around my front to dip between my legs.

He got me off quickly, my body still tingling with aftershocks as he turned me around to face him. “Feel better now you've taken some dick?”

“Come for me,” I whined, wrapping my arms around his neck to keep him against me. “I want to make you feel good too.”

“I don’t need to,” he said bluntly, and I rolled my eyes.

“Trust me, you do. Want me back on my knees?”

“I want you to stop fucking with my head,” he gritted out, but he started stroking himself again. He liked overpowering me, he just needed a little push.

I shoved him, his hands shooting out to brace against the wall to stop himself from falling, fury filling his eyes. “What the fuck, Tempest?”

I shoved him again, getting in his face.

“If you’re not going to finish, get out. It’s not my fault your dick doesn’t work,” I said sharply, his fingers wrapping around my throat as he squeezed a little.

“My dick’s fine.”

“Doesn’t look like it to me. Do you need some viagra to help you?” I taunted, wincing as he shoved me to my knees roughly and gripped my chin to force my jaw open.

“I know what you’re doing, and it’s working,” he warned, slapping my cheek hard enough to startle me but not enough to hurt. I took a breath, knowing he probably wasn’t going to let me have another one any time soon, and I was right when he forced his dick down my throat and started pounding into me.

I couldn’t breathe, all I could do was hold on to his thighs and choke.

“You asked for this you stupid fucking bitch,” he snarled between thrusts, his face tight with anger. Panic filled me a little when my lungs burned, but he suddenly pulled out and jerked himself in front of me, not giving me any warning before coming all over my face.

My tongue darted out to lick some that landed on my lip, and he surprised me as he cupped my cheek, assessing me as if I confused him.

“You’re always such a good girl for me.”

I was going to come from his words alone one day.

He rinsed off and climbed out, leaving me to deal with the mess, and once I was finished, I stepped out to find him waiting with a towel in his hand.

“Show me your thigh,” he said in a calmer tone, apparently having no patience because when I didn’t move, he put the towel on the sink and grabbed my waist, dropping my butt down onto it to inspect my cuts. “I’ll put some ointment on them. You need to keep them wrapped, I’ve told you?—”

“It ruins my outfit,” I huffed, a snort leaving him.

“Wear pants then, or make smaller cuts so you can cover them better.” His thumb brushed a cut and I flinched, his eyes lifting to mine as he pressed harder until I gasped.

I didn’t expect him to kiss me.

His teeth nipped at my lip as my arms slid around his neck, his hands dropping to the sink on either side of me to brace himself. My legs parted for him to get closer, my heels nudging his bare ass to encourage him.

“You’re insatiable,” he chuckled against my lips, pulling back far enough to meet my gaze. “Stop rubbing all over me so I can take you home.”

“I think you and your dick need to have words because he’s happy for me to stay a little longer,” I smirked, reaching between us to give him a gentle squeeze. “You’re as hard as a brick wall.”

“Told you it’s not broken,” he answered before pulling away, opening the bathroom door and walking into his room.

I quickly got dry before following him, dropping down onto his bed on my stomach to watch him rummage in the closet. I admired the nail marks I’d left all over him from our previous fuck session, pouting when he pulled some boxers on.

“Take them back off, the view was good.”

He tossed me a shirt, his eyes running over me as he spoke. “Stop being a hussy. You’re worse than me.”

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