“Do you need to go to the hospital?” Josh grudgingly asks Art.
“Fuck off.”
“Fine, it’d be nice if every bone in your body was broken,” he grumbles, walking away.
“I’ll call you later, babe,” Trevor says, getting inside his truck.
He misses the glare I toss his way. I hope Danny is okay, though he brought this on himself.
“Can you walk?” I’m mad at myself for being so concerned for Art when he doesn’t give a fuck.
He slowly pushes to his feet. The urge to help him beats at me, but I’m so fucking pissed at him, and I need to be careful about our interactions when others are around. My eyes roam over his body to ensure he’s intact as he limps over to his motorcycle.
“That’s it? You’re just going to walk away?” I ask.
He stands his motorcycle up before climbing on and speeds down the road without acknowledging me. It seems the bike didn’t sustain any extensive damage.
“It’s obvious you didn’t end it with him. You need to before it’s too late,” Anneli whispers.
I’m past the point of no return, so it’s already too damn late.
“What did she say to you?” Lilah asks.
“Nothing, let’s get out of here.”
I storm into the house, intent on giving Art a piece of my mind. He doesn’t flinch when his bedroom door is flung open. He lounges on the bed with a bag of frozen peas covering the left side of his face. My body vibrates with anger, but when he smirks at me, I see red. I grab the bag of peas and smack him in the face with them. His hand latches onto my neck, slamming me on the bed. His heavy body covers mine.
“I always knew you had claws but compared to me you’re just a fucking cub.”
“You could’ve been killed! You’re a fucking lunatic!” My arms flail, fighting him with everything I have.
I’ll never match his strength, and he proves it by capturing my wrists with one hand to pin above my head.
“Why are you crying?”
“I’m not crying.”
He licks the tears from my face. “Don’t cry for me. I’m not worth your tears.”
I lift my head, ferociously consuming his lips, and he gives me the same energy in return. I pour all of me into our kiss, exposing my emotions and not giving a damn. He’s the puppet master, and I’m the puppet being controlled by him. We tear at each other’s clothes until we lie exposed, our bodies as well as our hearts. I close my eyes in pure rapture when he fills me. Art fucks me so amazingly good, like it’s the last time he’ll ever experience this kind of intimacy. He flips me inside out, breaking me into little pieces before putting me back together again. Grunts, moans of pleasure, and the sound of our bodies impacting float through the bedroom.
My orgasm takes over, quenching the thirst my body so desperately needs. Art follows behind me, groaning as his reaches his climax.
My head rests comfortably in Cin’s lap while she cleans and applies ointment on my scrapes. We’re both naked, her perfect breasts within sucking distance. Cin, in all her indignant outrage stormed into my bedroom, but forgot to close the door. We could’ve been caught. The way we were fucking, we wouldn’t have heard anyone approaching. Afterwards, Cinwas horrified when she noticed. I’ve never seen her move so quickly. I enjoyed the view of her heart-shaped ass. Though it’s small, there’s still a little jiggle. I’m afforded the opportunity to study her facial features as she concentrates on her task.
“Why are you staring at me?”
“Because you’re gorgeous.”
A beautiful shade of red flushes her cheeks.
“Ahh, she’s blushes.”
“All done.” She twists the cap onto the tube of ointment.
“What prompted you to dye the tips of your hair pink?” I run my fingers through the glossy strands.
She shrugs her shoulders. “I wanted to switch up my appearance, I guess.”
