Page 65 of Prince of Pain

“Dude, stop,” Mason bit out, losing his buzz completely when I didn’t listen. “Ryder!”

I felt it when her body started going slack and the fight left her, thankfully giving me the outlet I needed to fucking finish, then reality hit me in the face. Messing around with Tempest was one thing, but showing my tendencies to Mason was something I hadn’t wanted to do.

“What the fuck, man?” Mason snapped, rolling so Tempest was on the mattress, and he gently tapped her cheek. “Babe? Fuck. We need to?—”

“She’ll come to in a second,” I panted, his eyes sliding over to me. “Trust me.”

“You just choked her out!”

“She likes it.” I paused, taking a deep breath before adding, “I like it too.”

“Whatever freaky playtime thing you two have going on, keep it away from me,” he gritted out, returning his attention to Tempest to try and wake her.

The seconds felt like hours, but she finally came to, her eyes searching for me. “Ry?”

“Yeah?” I asked as I knelt on the bed, crawling towards her.

“My ass hurts.”

I chuckled, ignoring the look Mason gave us. “You’re lucky I didn’t bring the knife out. I’m feeling adventurous.”

Her fingers reached out to trail down my chest, and I leaned closer to savor the feeling. It heated my skin, making me want to fuck her all over again just to see how hot she could make me.

I kissed her, threading my fingers through her hair and feeling the silky strands pass over my skin. She immediately wrapped her arms around me and pulled me closer, Mason letting out a scoff.

“She just passed out because you choked her, and now you’re horny again?”

“Mase, shut up and fuck me again,” Tempest giggled. “Switch this time.”

“You’ll get a UTI,” he warned, making me roll my eyes, but she just gave him the side-eye.

“If that’s all I get from you two, it’s a miracle.”

“I’m clean,” I answered, shoving her legs back by her head and sliding my cock against her pussy, spreading Mason’s cum around like lube.

It was his turn to roll his eyes at me as he stood, moving towards the bedside table and pulling out a baggie. “I’m losing my buzz. Want a line?”

I paused, and Tempest grinned as she wriggled her hips to push my dick into her slightly. “Fuck me and do lines off my tits. You know it's the best sex ever when you do.”

She wasn’t wrong, and I found myself nodding. “Yeah, fuck it. Just tonight though.”

Mason forgot all about his worry when he realized I’d party with him, my heartbeat increasing as he tipped the white powder on her chest and lined it up for me.

I should’ve been stronger, but it was too hard to fight off the temptation as I leaned down and snorted the powder, my body seeming to feel like itself again for the first time in months.

I was so fucked, but I didn’t give a shit.

That would be tomorrow’s problem.

Chapter Twelve

Tempest

“Morning,” Channing said slowly as we all stumbled into the kitchen the following morning, Ryder heading straight outside to throw up. He was really sick, no surprise. “What’s up with him?”

“Considering he drank loads of beer, popped molly, and did a bunch of lines last night, I think he’s doing pretty good,” Mason grunted, dropping into a chair and tugging me onto his lap.

“He’ll feel that for days,” Wolfe snorted, leaning against the wall while watching me. “What made him do it? He hasn’t touched drugs for almost eight months.”

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