“Then you know what to do.”
She hurriedly gives in to my command.
“Good girl,” I say, petting the top of her head. “But no dessert after dinner, since you didn’t obey right away.”
The anger rolls off her in waves and it’s exactly what I need from her. Fuck the kind, caring Cin. She makes me vulnerable when I need to remain strong. Her rage feeds my beast.
“Eat!” I shout.
Her body begins to shake. Good, her control is slipping. Come on, give me a reason. My hands twitch, ready to react instantly should she take it to the next level.Fucking do it, I silently beg. She picks up her plate and smashes it in my face.
Yes, now the monster will come out to play.
I latch onto her throat and lift her clear off the floor. Her eyes don’t reflect fear, oh no. She’s pissed. She scratches at my chest, drawing blood. I swipe my arm across the table, knocking what’s left of our dinner to the floor before slamming her down. The glass cracks but doesn’t shatter.
“You think you’re tough enough to take me on?”
“I hate you.” Tears spring into her eyes.
“What I feel for you is beyond hate.”
I free my dick, then savagely thrust inside her, putting all my strength behind each stroke. I fuck her with an intensity that scares even me. Her screams ring through my ears, adding fuel to the burning inferno brewing in my body. The glass cracks more with each punishing blow. Her pussy clamping down on my length sends me over the edge. Shouting out, I surge forward at breakneck speed, exploding at the same time the table shatters. We fall to the floor on top of the broken glass.
“You’re a nightmare I can’t wake from,” I say, peering into her eyes.
“And yet you keep falling asleep.”
I key in the code given to me by Art, then drive through the gate. Palm trees line either side of the stone driveway leading to the magnificent estate. Coming to a stop, I survey my surroundings. What could one man and a child need with such a massive place? I look back at the sleeping boys. We got to the park when it opened and didn’t leave until five. They’re dead to the world, exhausted from today’s activities. So am I. My feet are killing me. I’ll definitely need to soak in Epsom salt. We only went to one theme park, but we’ll visit more soon. Sebastian and Mason are kindred spirits. I’m sure they’ll want to spend all of their free time together now. Art brought Mason to my apartment early this morning. It was awkward having him in the tiny space. Mom doesn’t hold any ill will towards him, but she’s still concerned about us reconnecting. They made small talk, but it was forced, so it was a relief when he left. He called once to check on Mason and to ask if I could drop him off at home instead of taking him back to my place. I agreed but was a bit shocked he gave me his address since he’s been very vocal about never supplying that information to any woman.
I send a text to Art, letting him know I’m outside. He appears within a few minutes. My eyes roam over his sweaty form. He must’ve been working out. His T-shirt clings to the amazing chest I’ve become all too familiar with. I love to rub my hands over his hard flesh while he fucks me into oblivion. With each thrust, his muscles bunch and strain, creating a mesmerizing sight. The tattoo covering his right arm comes to life, the flames dancing with each movement as if the image is going to leap from his flesh. Physically, he’s absolute perfection. Mentally, he’s one messed-up human being. Yet I still yearn for him. His psychosis is rubbing off on me. He demanded I make myself available Wednesday night, then again on Friday, and I went willingly. The thought of denying him never entered my mind. Our fucking is a battle, the fight for control and survival always epic, but the war is never won. There’s a moment of peace after we climax and bask in the glow of carnal bliss. We part with wounds, only to start anew and repeat the cycle. The cuts on my back from the glass are still healing and my pussy still aches from the brutal onslaught he’s delivered between my legs.
I step out of the car. “Hi.”
He stalks towards me until we’re only inches apart.
“I hope he wasn’t too much trouble for you.”
“No, not at all. Mason’s a sweet kid. He and Sebastian got along perfectly.”
“Good.”
His gaze is so damn intense I’m surprised I haven’t melted into a puddle.
“They had a blast today. Thanks for making this possible for Sebastian.”
“No problem.”
“I didn’t want to wake Mason. The little guy is worn out. Maybe you should carry him inside?”
“I could try, but he’ll probably wake up.”
He doesn’t make a move, just continues to pin me with his unwavering stare.
“If it were just you and me out here, I’d fuck you where you stand.”
A small whimper escapes my mouth, because damn if those words didn’t cause me to wet my panties. He reaches his long arm out and clutches the back of my neck to bring me forward for a mind-numbing kiss. I melt into him, wishing we were alone too.
“Art!” Mason shouts.
