“It’s not the end of the world.”
I dash up the steps, incensed by his words. Art follows behind me slowly, knowing I have nowhere to run. When he appears, I pull the ring from my finger and pitch it into the ocean. “I’ll never marry you.”
“You will,” he vows, wrestling me to the deck floor.
“No!”
He tears the sheet from me and has his dick inside me in less than thirty seconds.
“Stop!”
Art ravages my body, fucking me so mercilessly with each stroke I slide up the deck. I shake my head from side to side to avoid his lips. In true Art fashion, he clasps my jaw, forcing me to accept his kisses. My disloyal pussy wets for him, greedily supping on his thick manhood. He climbs to his feet, still planted deep in my center, and carries me down the stairs. He lays me on the table, latching onto my hips, and continues his assault.
“Your little stunt means nothing,” he grunts. “A ring can easily be replaced.”
My climax rocks me to the core, leaving me dazed.
“Fuck, babe, my dick is bathed in your sweet juices,” he groans, dropping on top of me.
Once the pleasure recedes, reality sets in. This is so fucking deranged.
“I can’t live like this!” Shuddering sobs rack my body.
Art sits down, pulling me onto his lap.
“We aren’t setting a good example for Sebastian and Mason,” I say. “Our relationship isn’t going to work if we constantly fight like cats and dogs. That’s not fair to them.”
“I’m not giving you up.” He grabs my chin and lifts my face to his. “If the conversation is headed in that direction, shut it the fuck down.”
“This is not a partnership. It’s tyranny. You demand control over every aspect of my life.”
“And once you give it to me, we’ll be floating on cloud fucking nine.”
“I’m not your goddamn lap dog.”
“Yes, you are, and you’ll obey me or be punished.”
“You said you love me, but this isn’t love.”
“This is how I love.”
“Your love hurts.”
“I’m a jealous, possessive son of a bitch. That’s not going to change.”
“Do you want me to grow to resent you? To hate you?”
“I can live with your hate.”
“You’re a replica of your grandfather.”
His mouth forms a thin line.
“We can’t bring those boys into a toxic environment. They’ll hate us, just like you hated your parents.” I definitely hit a nerve.
“My life would be different if it weren’t for Josh.”
“It’s not too late to change.”
