Page 56 of Prince of Pain

“Your bullshit last night. Not many people get to walk out after waving a fucking knife at me or my boys.” He got his jeans undone and pulled his cock out, motioning to it. “Well?”

I smirked, kneeling on my seat to lean over. “Film it for Mase. He needs more material.”

He rolled his eyes but pulled his phone out to record, his fingers threading through my hair to force my head down more when I took too long.

I gagged, my nails digging into his thigh as he helped me set the pace he wanted.

“Look at me,” he bit out, and I moved back to look up at him. “You love being a slut for us, don’t you? No matter what we say or do, you keep crawling back for our cocks.”

“Yes.”

He reached out to cup my chin, running his thumb across my bottom lip in a strangely gentle touch, then he slapped my cheek. “It’s all you’re good for. Gag on me, show Mase and Chan how much you want it.”

My cheek stung in the best way, and I dipped back down to swallow him again, choking as he started thrusting up into my throat. He was rough, but that was nothing new, and I dug my nails in harder when his breathing changed, telling me he was close.

He liked a little pain.

He shoved me down hard as he came with a grunt, holding me there until he was done, then he released me so I could sit back to choke in air. His phone appeared in front of my face, his voice low. “Look at you. Such a whore for my cum.”

“You’re the one who tracked me down, FYI,” I joked as I caught my breath, glancing at the half-open window to find Mason standing beside the car with his forearms on the roof, watching us.

“If you guys are done, can you get out, bro? I have weed to smoke.”

“I hope she’s paying for it,” Wolfe grunted as he finished recording and fixed his pants, almost knocking Mason over as he pushed the door open. “But she’s all yours.”

Mason dropped into the vacated seat and shut us inside, putting the windows up and tossing a baggie into my lap. “Spark up.”

He must have taken Channing’s personal stash since the joints were ready to go, so I took one out and slipped it between my lips to light it, drawing the smoke back into my lungs and holding it for a second before releasing it again.

We passed the joint between us in silence for a while until Mason spoke. “I’ve gotta go with the guys after this. Sorry.”

“Channing has way too much power over you,” I stated, blowing smoke in his direction as I passed the joint to him. “He just wants you away from me.”

“He’s got a point that we spend a lot of time together. I have things to do and can’t just drop it all for some girl I’m fucking,” he said bluntly, making me pause.

“Do you need your dick sucked too? What’s your problem?”

“Nothing. I’ll see you later,” he answered, passing the joint back before climbing from the car and slamming the door, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

Guys were way moodier than women, I was calling it.

I climbed over to the driver’s seat and cracked the window, letting the rest of the smoke escape as I started the car. I glanced over at the guys, a weird feeling hitting me when they didn’t look my way. Mason already had some girl leaning against him with his arm around her shoulders, acting like I didn’t exist, and I hated how hurt filled me.

I never gave a fuck about things like that, but this time was different.

I left, smoking the rest of the joint as I drove, having nowhere to go but home.

Ryder

I was covered in sweat, and exhaustion took over as I tossed the bat aside that I’d been smashing things with.

“Feel better?” Marco asked from beside me, and I glanced around at the chaos I’d caused as I placed my eye protection on top of my head.

Going to the rage room had been a great idea. I was so tired that I didn’t even have the energy to be mad or frustrated.

“A little, yeah,” I panted, leaning my back against the nearest wall and sliding down to my butt, resting my forearms on my knees. “Mom comes here?”

“At least once a month without fail,” he answered, moving to sit beside me, mimicking my position. “Hunter usually comes with her, but sometimes a few of us go. Your mood is a family trait, sorry.”

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