Page 92 of Prince of Pain

“I don’t know how to edit videos, but I can learn,” she said instead, not letting me go.

“We’ll figure that out later. For now, decide what you want and let me know. The hard part is going to be keeping it from your parents. You know Arch will lose his shit when he finds out,” I said dryly, managing to push her back so I could smoke without being suffocated.

“I don’t give a fuck. I’m an adult and I’ll do what I want. They literally own a strip club and run a whorehouse. If I want to do porn for money after they cut me off, then that’s what I’ll do,” she answered sharply, and I grinned.

“Always knew I’d date a porn star.”

Her cheeks flushed, surprising me slightly. Nothing made that girl blush. Then I realized it was because she liked me talking about dating her and she didn’t know how to respond.

I’d never be her first anything in the bedroom, but being her first boyfriend was kind of cool.

Especially since she didn’t seem to want me to commit to her.

We sat on the bench, and she started scrolling on her phone, showing me random pieces of equipment and telling me content she could do, and I had to admit she seemed really excited about the whole thing. I wasn’t sure I’d seen her this excited ever.

I found an unopened bottle of champagne and opened it, passing it between us as we browsed online, and her face lit up when a message came through from Mason with a list of what he claimed she needed.

“He’s been doing research for me,” she explained, and I couldn’t help the snort that left me.

“You really should marry the guy. He’s useful, and he’d still let me fuck you, so we both win.”

“He’s too nice,” she said and waved a hand dismissively at me. “I need someone with a dark side that I can’t hurt.”

“You mean a fat bank account.”

“A fat dick helps too,” she winked, laughing as I hauled her onto my lap, almost making her drop her phone and the bottle of champagne.

“Well, how about since we have a list, we go shopping?” I suggested as I kissed her neck, making her squirm. “Then when we get back, we can practice filming some content?”

“Shopping and orgasms? You know the way to my heart,” she giggled, sliding her fingers through my hair to tug my head back so she could kiss my lips.

I blindly reached for the champagne, pulling away from her kiss so I could take a large mouthful before speaking. “You need to get off my lap and shower, or we’ll be skipping the shopping part. I know you have that little black dress with you. Put it on. Those strappy black heels too.”

“Why those?” she asked as she stood, curiosity in her tone.

“Because I want to fuck you in them when we get back. Those heels always look good behind my head,” I smirked, swatting her ass sharply. “Hurry up.”

She ran off to do as she was told, and I drained the rest of the bottle before standing, leaving it on the balcony, and heading back inside to find my wallet.

“Hey, Temp?” I called out as I made my way towards the bathroom. “Can I transfer money to your bank account? If I start buying a bunch of electronics, Mom’s going to question why.”

“She won’t question you sending me money?” she scoffed as I walked in, my eyes running over her as she showered.

“I don’t really care if they question it, but I don’t want to straight up explain you’re starting a porn business and I’m funding it,” I said dryly, leaning against the wall and crossing my arms. In the week we’d spent together, there was a noticeable absence of self-harm.

Her cuts were all healing, and as much as I was relieved by that, a weird part of me wanted to cut her up a little because I missed seeing the droplets of blood running down her skin.

“Hey, perv. Stop looking at me like that unless you’re getting in and fucking me,” she teased, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Sorry. It’s your fault my girlfriend’s so goddamn hot,” I grinned, loving how she flushed at the compliment. It was like a fun new game to make her blush. “We’ll stop at the bank to do it. I can take the cash out, then we can put it straight into your account without worrying about delays. Might even put in a little extra so you can get your hair done.”

“I could get used to having you as my sugar daddy.”

“Always knew you’d be a gold digging trophy wife,” I shot back with amusement, leaving the room to find my shoes and rummaging in her bags to find the strappy heels I wanted her to wear.

Tempest

Once Ryder had taken me shopping for a camera and laptop, we browsed the lingerie store for a while before he dropped me off at the salon, telling them to do whatever I wanted. No appointment, nothing. They just fit me into their schedule.

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