Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Tempest
T he fun thing about filming a bunch of porn was that we could try loads of different positions and activities.
We’d fucked a lot in the past two weeks since living together, and I was surprised his damn dick hadn’t fallen off.
We had a pile of content between videos and photos, and the things I’d already been posting were building traction, thanks to my Instagram blowing up. So far, I had almost fifty paying subscribers who were more than happy to pay for extra content.
We’d also spent a lot of time playing around with some role-play and less sellable content.
I knew Ryder liked taking charge and being the alpha in the bedroom, but I had no idea I’d like to play the victim with some rape play.
Who knew?
“Get off me!” I screamed, a thrill racing through me as Ryder tightened his hold on me to try and pin me to the bed.
“Fucking stay still, you filthy slut. I know you want it,” he growled, hissing as I managed to elbow him in the side of the head, loosening his hold.
We were rough, but it was totally more realistic, and we both seemed to enjoy the bite of pain it brought to the bedroom.
I scrambled to my feet and ran, shrieking as his hand snapped out and grabbed my hair to haul me back. The burn made my pussy clench, and the chase was making Ryder incredibly hard as he pressed against me.
“You think you can run from me?” he demanded in my ear, shoving me to the bedroom floor and straddling the backs of my thighs. I managed to flip over but I couldn’t escape him, bucking wildly and only helping his attempt at pushing my skirt out of the way as he parted my legs and put his weight on me to stop me from running. “Beg me to stop.”
I kept bucking as the head of his cock pressed against my pussy, and I even forced tears to my eyes, which he apparently liked from the way he slammed into me and wrapped a hand around my throat to keep me pinned, fucking me hard and fast as he lost his control.
I begged, fought, and even cried some more for him since he liked it so damn much, and then a gunshot went off.
“Get the fuck off her!” Dad bellowed, Ryder cursing as he grabbed his arm, my eyes going wide as Dad stalked closer with the barrel of his gun now aimed at Ryder's head.
“Dad! Stop!” I screamed, scrambling back easily now that I wasn’t pinned.
“Tempest, get in the car,” Dad gritted out, scowling at me as I reached for Ryder to look at his arm. “Tempest!”
“Jesus, we’re role-playing!” I snapped, grabbing a random shirt off the floor to press it against the bullet wound. Ryder grunted as I applied more pressure, glaring at Dad.
“Thanks, asshole.”
“Role-play?” Dad asked more calmly, glancing between us.
“Yes! We’re pretending!” I shouted, not giving a fuck about making him uncomfortable as I got to my feet and accidentally flashed my pussy before I could fix my skirt.
I reached over to stop the video that we’d been recording, his eyes narrowing when he saw it. “Is this for your fucking website?”
I chuckled, giving him an amused look. “Have you been watching my porn? That’s gross.”
“No, but I was told about it. Porn? Seriously, Tempest?”
“You can’t judge me. You married an ex-hooker and whore yourself. You own a fucking strip club.”
“Your mother?—”
“Whores are just sluts that get paid. That’s what Mom was, right?”
“As entertaining as this conversation is, you fucking shot me,” Ryder said dryly as he eyed Dad, still clutching his arm. “How about you deal with this before scolding her?”
“I might still shoot you a second time,” Dad huffed, putting his gun away and walking closer, ending our argument. “Show me.”
I helped Ryder to his feet and fixed his pants, staring at the hole in his upper arm as Dad lifted the short sleeve out of the way.
“Don’t touch me,” Ryder snapped at Dad, who took a step back.
“I’m just looking, you little prick. I thought you were forcing yourself on her.”
I sneered at him, crossing my arms. “Why are you even here?”
“Because you won’t answer your goddamn phone, and we’re worried about you,” he answered sharply, his eyes swinging back to Ryder’s arm with a wince. “I think the bullet’s lodged in there.”
“So?”
“So, you have to get it out,” he sighed with annoyance, and I glared at him.
“This is why I haven’t answered the phone. You ruin everything!” I threw at him, pointing to the door. “Leave. I don’t want you here. How did you even find me?”
“Rory let me know you’ve been crashing here when I said I couldn’t find you. You know the house has security cameras outside, right? She knows you’ve been here since day one,” he answered slowly, and since Ryder didn’t seem surprised, I wasn’t worried.
“You guys are just trying to keep us apart!”
“What gave that away? Look at yourselves!” Dad growled, motioning around the room. “You’re acting out rape scenes in front of a camera! Ryder was clean before you started spending time with him, and you were easier to control before the two of you hooked up! The living room is covered in empty bottles and trash, there’s bongs and ice pipes all over the coffee table and kitchen counter, and?—”
I snorted, shaking my head as I cut him off. “Get the fuck out. You’ve seen me, so go.”
“Tempest—”
“Go!” I shouted, his eyes sliding between us before he sighed and started backing out of the room.
“He needs a hospital or Jade to come and help.”
We ignored him as he surprisingly left, and Ryder grabbed my phone off the bedside table, scrolling through my contacts. “I’m not going to the hospital.”
“Who are you calling then?”
“Do you have every guy within a fifty mile radius in here?” he muttered. “No surprise, you have Logan’s number.”
“What the hell do you want him for? He won’t dig around for a bullet,” I scoffed, but he rolled his eyes and hit the call button, putting it on speaker before replying.
“No, but he lives with Zavier, who does do shit like that.”
Before I could respond, Logan answered. “Did your boyfriend leave you? Why are you calling me?”
Ryder chuckled. “No, I didn’t. Are you with Lopez? I have a situation and I need his help.”
“What kind of situation?” He sounded annoyed, but he laughed when Ryder replied.
“Temp and I were messing around with some role play stuff, and her father walked in and thought I was forcing myself on her. I currently have a bullet in my arm that I need help getting out.”
“Archer shot you? That’s fucking hilarious! You two are kinky. Yo, Zav! Feel like digging a bullet out of Ryder? Tempest’s dad finally shot him.”
There were muffled sounds before Zavier’s voice came through, amusement lining his tone. “You got shot? Where are you?”
“Border of Ashburn and Blackwater. I’ll text you the address. Bring a medical kit,” Ryder grumbled, hanging up when they started laughing. “Fucking assholes.”
He texted the address through while I found a bandage for his arm, it would have to do until they arrived, then we moved into the living room and sat on the couch to wait.
I looked out the window and saw that Dad’s car was still parked outside, and he seemed to be talking to someone on the phone in the driver’s seat.
“Might want to text one of your parents to tell them you’re fine. I bet they show up soon otherwise,” I said dryly just as his phone started ringing from the coffee table in front of us.
He glared at it for a moment before answering, his voice blunt. “I’m fine. No, I don’t need help. Zavier is coming over to handle it. I’m not two, I don’t fucking need your help.”
They argued for a few more minutes before Ryder hung up, irritation seeping out of him. We’d been having a good day, but that was now ruined.
It didn’t take long for the matte black Challenger to pull up outside, and I rolled my eyes when Zavier and Logan stopped to talk to Dad.
Too bad if Ryder was in serious need of medical assistance because no one seemed to be in a fucking hurry.
The door finally opened and the guys walked in, Logan’s eyes instantly falling to my pussy that was most likely on display since I was sitting with my legs open. “You’re really trying to convince me, aren’t you?”
“I’m cooling it down. Pretty sure I’ve got friction burn,” I joked, cracking him up as he dropped down beside me so Zavier could deal with Ryder.
“You two can’t out fuck each other, one of you will end up dying of dehydration or exhaustion before that happens,” he said, his eyes moving around the room. “I thought girls were meant to be clean? This house is a mess.”
“We’ve been busy.”
“Filming porn? I know. You’re the talk of the town, as usual.”
“Good, I hope everyone tells their friends and subscribes,” I grinned. “Why haven’t you subbed yet?”
“I know you’re used to having rich dudes around, but we’re trying to find the money for food to eat, Temp. I’m not paying for porn when it’s free all over the internet,” he deadpanned.
“Make that rich friend of yours pay for it.”
“Who? Ander? We haven’t heard from him since he left town a couple of months ago,” Logan shrugged, but Zavier glanced over and gave me a dirty look.
“We don’t like using our friends like that. I know you don’t give a shit, but we do. Ander wouldn’t pay for your amateur porn even if he was still around.”
“He’s missing out then.”
“I bet he’s devastated,” Zavier scoffed, motioning for Ryder to get to his feet. “Bathroom. This is going to hurt, man.”
“I can handle it just fine,” Ryder muttered, leading him to the bathroom and leaving me to occupy Logan.
“So. Want me to blow you or something?” I offered, and Logan snickered.
“Not particularly. You reek like a bar, you’d probably throw up all over me.”
“I won’t.”
“Look, you’re a fun fuck, but you’re not the type I play with multiple times. No offense, you’ve got a good pussy and give good head, but I just don’t want it again.”
“That’s a shame. I’d definitely fuck you again,” I cooed, reaching out to run a long nail down his chest. “How about Reid?”
“Nah, he’s not my type,” he teased, making me giggle. He was quiet for a while before speaking again, his tone serious. “Are you two doing okay?”
“We’re fine, why?”
“Everyone’s just worried about you, that’s all.”
“You should be more worried about Raven. You know she almost came home with us from the track that time, right?”
It was sort of a lie but a half truth.
“The night Ryder fucking kissed her?” he asked bitterly, annoyance flashing across his face. “She’d never go home with someone like him, and she’s not into girls, so you’re out of luck.”
“You know what girls like Raven want? To fit in. Ryder can smooth talk a nun, so Raven? It’s not that hard. A few pretty words, an ego boost, and an orgasm can make anyone chase you. Ryder’s the best, and he had her eating out of the palm of his hand. They were practically fucking against the wall, you know?”
“What is it with you two picking fights out of boredom?”
“I’m not picking a fight. If you get mad though, feel free to hate-fuck me or something,” I smirked, leaning closer. “You can get as rough as you like with me, remember?”
“I thought your pussy was on fire.”
“It is but I’ll get over it.”
“You’re worse than me. I didn’t know that was even possible,” he muttered, wincing as Ryder cursed from the bathroom. “I’m surprised it took your dad so long to shoot him, to be honest.”
“Dad’s a piece of shit. He can’t just walk into someone’s house and shoot them,” I huffed, tilting my head. “Where’s Raven, anyway?”
“Tagging walls with Reid.”
“She likes to graffiti stuff?”
“Not much else to do in the Heights,” he answered dryly. “Making a lot of money with porn? Someone said you’re doing custom work.”
“It’s been slow, but it’s building. We’ve been having fun making content, at least,” I winked, pulling my phone out to find my account. “I think Ry’s getting pretty into it.”
“I don’t blame him. Free rein in the bedroom and being paid for it? You two are couple’s goals,” he joked, taking the phone from my hands as I offered it to him. “Have you two even left the house? This is a lot of content in a short amount of time.”
I laughed, leaning back to get comfortable as he scrolled. “No. We just get high and fuck, then pass out for a day before doing it again.”
He hummed but didn’t say anything, finally handing the phone back. “Your content looks good. Should make you money if you keep it up. Just take a bunch of Ry’s cum to the face and pussy and you’ll be fine.”
“That’s the plan,” I replied, explaining the wide range of shit we’d been intending on doing while we waited for Zavier and Ryder to be done.
I felt a little let down that Logan wasn’t interested in fucking, but he couldn’t pass up a conversation about sex. The man lived and breathed pussy.
Ryder looked pissed when he joined us again, and Zavier didn’t look too happy either.
“He’s a terrible patient,” Zavier muttered, giving me a dirty look. “And I heard you talking about Raven. Don’t.”
Ryder smirked but didn’t say anything about it, sitting beside me and sliding an arm around my shoulder. “Thanks for stopping by, guys.”
“I think you should pay me for my time,” Zavier scowled, and I licked my lips.
“Come over here then. I’ll blow you to show my appreciation.”
“No wonder you two ended up together. Two sex maniacs who don’t know when to stop,” he replied and motioned for Logan to leave. “If you get shot again, call an ambulance or your mom, Ry. We’re not a charity.”
Ryder didn’t reply, too busy hauling me onto his lap to shove his tongue down my throat, and Zavier scoffed as they left, my shirt already off by the time the door closed.
Ryder was worse than me for sure.
Ryder
My arm was killing me, and all the fucking probably wasn’t helping.
It was the worst thing about drugs, they eventually wore off, and you had to take more to numb it again.
We were almost asleep when there was a knock at the door. I tried ignoring it, but they knocked again, making me scowl as I managed to get to my feet and stumble towards the door.
I opened it to find Marco standing on the other side, his foot jutting out to stop me from shutting the door in his face.
“Just checking on you, then I’ll leave,” he murmured, pity in his gaze as he assessed me. Well, I assumed it was pity. I was struggling to focus on him, so it was hard to tell.
“You’ve checked,” I grunted, annoyed when he pushed past me to step into the house. “Can you go?”
“I will in a minute,” he answered, looking around the room slowly. “I’m not here to fight with you.”
“Yeah, you are,” I said defensively as I followed him through to the living room, dropping down onto the couch. “I was in bed, so hurry up and yell at me. I’m tired.”
“When did you sleep last?”
“I don’t know. Thursday, maybe.”
“Ry, it’s Sunday,” he sighed, eyeing the ice pipe and empty beer bottles on the coffee table. “When did you eat?”
I smirked. “About an hour ago. I’m on a pussy diet.”
Tempest appeared in the doorway in nothing but her panties, yawning. “Who’s here?”
“Dad. Put your tits away.”
She seemed to wake up more, running her eyes over Marco with a grin. “Oh, and it’s the hot one.”
“I don’t care who you fuck, but don’t fuck my dads,” I groaned, earning a dirty look from Marco.
“None of us are interested, I can promise you that. Tempest, put some clothes on.”
“Give me a hundred bucks and you can take her for a ride, I guess. Fucking the same pussy for so many years is probably boring as hell. I won’t tell Mom,” I said with a shrug, glaring at him as he swatted me. “The fuck?”
“Don’t be so disrespectful. I want to see you two eat something. What do you want?”
“I’m not hungry.”
“I don’t care. I’ll either cook something or order something.”
I stared at him for a few seconds before looking back over at Tempest. “Put a shirt on. What do you want to eat?”
“Chinese,” she said without missing a beat, turning to head back into the bedroom.
Marco put in an order when I told him what to buy, then he grabbed a garbage bag from the kitchen and started cleaning up.
By the time the food arrived, the coffee table was clean, the clothes all over the floor were in the laundry, and any other trash lying around was picked up and thrown out too.
All three of us sat on the couch with Chinese containers on our laps, and I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I started eating.
“I hear you’re working,” Marco finally said after we’d been eating in peace for a while. “Porn?”
I shrugged, motioning to Tempest with my fork. “She’s a whore, and I like to fuck. Thought it was a good career choice.”
“I don’t care what path you take, as long as you’re on one,” he answered, surprising me slightly.
“You don’t care?”
“No. I’m worried about you both for not looking after yourselves, but at least the porn is legal,” he said dryly, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Maybe tone down the volume though. I’ve had calls from the neighbors worried about you two, and Arch is a little freaked out about this morning.”
Tempest scoffed, putting her food down to grab the glass of coke in front of her. “He’s an asshole. Why’s he freaked out? He’s the idiot who stormed in here and shot Ry for no reason.”
“Your father walked into a place he thought you were safe, finding ice pipes, trash everywhere, and what he thought was you getting raped. Of course he’s freaked out,” Marco said flatly. “I did warn him that knocking probably would’ve been a good idea. Lopez said he stopped by to stitch you up.”
“I wasn’t about to ask you fuckers to do it. I’m not asking you for anything ever again,” I snapped, and he put his hand up to calm me.
“Not fighting about it. I’m happy as long as someone looked at it.”
“I don’t particularly give a shit if you’re happy or not.”
“Beckett and Maddox are getting out tomorrow.”
That made me pause, a sense of relief hitting me. “They are?”
“Yeah. A bunch of evidence went missing. BG’s suspension is possibly being lifted soon too. They’re fighting to keep everyone in there, but without their case, there’s not much they can do. Without evidence, there’s nothing they have that can stand up in court to officially sentence them. They’re dragging their feet with everyone else, but Rage is throwing a fit about it, so hopefully, Zane and Sniper get released soon, then we just have to work on Skeet, Hunter, and Ty. They’re doing okay, they just want Maddox and Beckett out.”
“What happened to the evidence?”
“I’m not sure. Whoever stole the evidence hacked the security and erased their footsteps,” he grinned, and I knew straight away it had been the Night Thieves. Only they’d be able to hack police security like that and rob the evidence room.
“How’s Mom?” I asked offhandedly, shoveling a mouthful of food in as if to cover up the question.
Was I mad? Yes. Was this conversation filling me with guilt? Absolutely.
I hated the whiplash of emotions from drugs, it was one of the other worst parts about it.
I could go from wanting to murder my entire family over a petty comment, to drowning in regret.
Marco smiled. “She’s worrying about you and everyone else, as usual. Maybe send her a text just to say you’re okay.” From the look on my face, he knew I wasn’t going to do that, so he sighed. “Or don’t. It’s up to you, I won’t force you. She loves you, and she’s there when you’re ready to talk to her.”
“I don’t want to fucking talk to her.”
“Okay,” he said calmly, glancing at Tempest. “Are you able to text your mom or dad?”
Tempest snorted, pushing what was left of her food aside.
“Why bother? Dad’s seen me, and Mom doesn’t give a fuck. She’s probably happy now she only has Luna.”
“She loves you.”
“No, she fucking doesn’t!” Tempest snapped, grabbing what was left of her food and launching it at him. He barely blinked as it hit him, bits of noodle sticking to his shirt. “She only gives a fuck about Luna and Dad. They’re the perfect family without me! They tossed me out on the street with nothing!”
She reached for her glass to throw it, but I snagged her wrist tightly, making her cry out as she dropped it. “Stop fucking throwing shit before I snap your goddamn fingers and make you fuck yourself with them,” I warned, her free hand not even hesitating to swing out and smack me in the side of the head. I released her, backhanding her, which only made her even more pissed off as she swung at me again, missing this time.
“Hey, enough,” Marco snapped, getting to his feet to get between us before my next hit could connect, and I didn’t bother to say anything else before storming to the bedroom to lock myself inside.
He could let himself out, and Tempest could sleep on the fucking couch for all I cared.
She argued with him for a while until I heard his car leave, then she resorted to pounding on the bedroom door for over an hour before going silent.
Finally, I could fucking sleep.