Page 39 of Prince of Pain

“I really wish you’d marry me,” he chuckled, fixing his pants before pulling back onto the road.

“You’re nineteen. The last thing you should do is settle down. I’d be a terrible wife anyway. I can’t cook for shit, and I’d cheat on you with all your friends.”

“It’s not cheating if I let you,” he mumbled, his hand blindly reaching for mine. “I’m not asking for monogamy, Temp. If you need more than just me, you can have Channing and Wolfe whenever you want.”

“I can see the future, and it looks terrible. We’d live in a rundown house because neither of us can hold jobs, we’d have three kids, but one of them you’d secretly hate because deep down you know it’s one of your friends’ and not yours, and then we’ll fight all the time until I walk out on you for someone else and start the cycle all over again. Do you see the problem here? The short answer is it’s not you, Mase. I’m the problem, and I don’t want to change for anyone. You deserve someone who would,” I answered, his jaw clenching.

“You’re chasing the high because you want to feel wanted. I can make you feel that without all the sex, drugs, and alcohol. I’d worship you and?—”

“Mase,” I said with a sigh, silencing him as I gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “I’m not chasing it for that. I like sex with strangers and popping random pills. You can try all you want, but I won’t change because I don’t want to. You’re wasting your time. I love you, but only as a friend, okay?”

“Fine.” He let go of my hand and didn’t speak again as he drove, and I wasn’t surprised when we arrived at his place and he bailed from the car, stalking off into the party without me. We had this fight regularly, and I hated it.

Maybe it was time for me to cut him off for his own sake.

My heels clicked on the pavement as I walked towards the house, finding Channing leaning against the wall just inside. He eyed me silently for a second before taking my hand and leading me through to the living room, tugging me onto his lap on the couch as he got comfortable, my back to his chest.

Mason was already making out with someone in the kitchen, and as much as I hated that his attention wasn’t on me, I wasn’t upset about the other girl.

It wasn’t like we hadn’t had threesomes with women together.

Channing’s fingers raked through my hair gently for a moment before he closed his hand around it and jerked me back against his chest, his lips brushing my ear. “You’re about to have a problem with me, Hendricks.”

“How so?” I asked with a grin. “I don’t see a problem other than the fact that your clothes are still on.”

He chuckled, the low sound going straight to my pussy. “I’m getting sick of Mase’s whining bullshit about you. You’re good pussy, but you’re not the best. I don’t understand his obsession with you, apart from the fact that you’re easy. He fucks multiple girls each week but he keeps going back to you.”

“Maybe my pussy is better than you think.”

“I’ve fucked a lot of pussy. Trust me, I’ve had better,” he murmured, his hand moving to grip my throat firmly. “Make him realize he’s got no chance with you before I do something stupid like ruin that pretty face.”

“You won’t hurt me, Chan.”

“You know my dick, not me, babe,” he replied, sharply nipping my neck and pinching my nipple through my shirt, making me squeak. “You’re nothing to me.”

“Why do you keep joining us in the bedroom then?”

“Because you’re a cum bucket. Easy pussy. I don’t see a face when I fuck you, you’re just a hole to stick my dick in,” he replied cruelly, suddenly shoving me off his lap and making me sprawl out on the floor in front of him. Embarrassment filled me as I looked back at him, and he gave me a knowing smirk. “You’re nothing to us, Tempest. You’re not one of us, you’re just convenient. The sad thing is, you know this, yet you keep crawling back.”

“Stop playing with your food,” Wolfe said flatly as he walked over, stepping over me to sit beside his best friend. I stood and brushed myself off, not surprised when Mason appeared beside me with a scowl.

“What the fuck are you doing? Why’d you push her?”

“Just reminding her where she belongs,” Channing replied, making me snort.

“If you wanted me at your feet, you could’ve just asked.”

“You know what I like in a woman? A challenge. I love the chase, and I don’t get that from you. Even after what I just said and did, you’ll still be begging for my cock tonight. You’re skilled at what you do, I won’t lie about that, but easy pussy gets boring. You’ll learn one day, and by then, no man will want you because everyone else has taken you for a ride already.”

“Sounds like you enjoy restraining orders and rapey shit,” I joked, his eyes narrowing.

“Why would I need to rape someone when sluts like you fall at my feet?”

“Do you want me or not? You’re contradicting yourself.”

“I don’t have to want you to bend you over. Go play with Mase, I’m not interested tonight,” he said dismissively, and Wolfe chuckled as Mason took my hand and tugged me away from them.

“Why do you let him speak to you like that then forgive him so easily?” Mason grumbled, but I just shrugged.

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