Page 12 of When Art Falls


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“You’re depraved!”

“This is the best head I’ve ever had.”

“I hope you rot in hell!”

“Do you mind? This is a beautiful moment and you’re ruining it.”

Man, that comment sets her the fuck off. Her body shakes in anger as she shouts obscenities at the top of her lungs. I rapidly guide Brunette’s head up and down while watching Cin in the mirror. I hate her with a passion, but I want to fuck her senseless. I groan, releasing my semen down Brunette’s throat.

She sits up with a satisfied expression on her face. “I have a lot more tricks to show you, baby.”

I bring my vehicle to a sudden stop on the shoulder, then roughly grab Cin’s hair before switching off the locks.

“Let me go!” She claws at me.

I glance at Brunette. “Get out.”

“Excuse me?”

“You served your purpose.”

“Is this a joke?”

“Am I laughing?”

“You can’t leave me stranded here.”

I pull a hundred-dollar bill from my wallet and toss it at her while maintaining my hold on a struggling Cin. “I lied about your dick-sucking abilities. You should practice a little more. On a scale from one to ten, I’ll give you a four.”

“Fucking asshole! I’ll tell everyone what a lunatic you are!”

“Sweetheart, they already know.”

She exits the car and slams the door shut behind her. I enable the child locks once more, ensuring Cin can’t escape.

“How can you be so cruel?”

“Easy.”

“You’re still the same bastard after all these years.”

“I’m far from the same. I’ve evolved into super-bastard.”

“How wonderful,” she says sarcastically.

“Relax, she’s a resilient whore like you. I’m sure she’ll figure something out.”

“I want out of this car!”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t want you to stab me in the back.”

“I never said a thing to anyone!”

“How did the old man and Ricky find out?”

“I have no idea, but it wasn’t from me!”

“You’re a whore and a liar.”