“I’ll take whatever I want from you and there’s nothing you can do about it.” He moves his hand between my legs. “And right now, I want this.” He rubs his nose against my cheek.
Cold raindrops beat against my heated skin. I scratch at his chest and bite his shoulder. He wraps his hand around my neck and shakes me like a rag doll.
“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep your goddamn teeth to yourself.”
“Fuck you!” I shout.
“It makes my dick hard when you talk dirty.”
He drags me to the front of the car and slams me down on the hood. I immediately stand, but he seizes the back of my neck and slams me down once more.
“If you move again, I’m going to take you back to my penthouse, handcuff you to the bed, and whip the skin off your ass.”
He’ll do it, so I stay put. Art positions himself behind me, pushing my legs apart with his foot.
“Someone might see us.”
“Then let’s give them a show.”
He thrusts forward, fully sheathing his dick inside me. My eyes flutter closed, drowning in the feeling of him. Each time we fuck, he takes me higher and higher. When I finally fall, every bone in my body will break and I’ll never heal from the irreversible damage. After this is over, he will move on with his life while I’ll be permanently disabled.
“You belong to me. This pussy belongs to me,” he growls.
My hard nipples slide over the wet metal as he pummels my pussy. Art always takes me on a sexual odyssey, leaving me desperate for more and impatient for what new heights he’ll transport me to. Thunder lights up the sky the exact moment I come.
“Cin!” Art shouts, finding his own release.
All my life I’ve been made to believe love between a man and a woman should be sweet and tender. For Art and me, that couldn’t be further from the truth. It’s intimidating, untamed, and filled with pain. Even so, I wouldn’t change the hurt for anything. We have no business being together. It’s obvious we bring out the worst in each other, but my world doesn’t work without him in it. It’s ablaze and I’m going to watch it fucking burn.
My obsession with Cin has spanned nearly a decade. Sometimes I curse the fates that allowed us to meet again, and other times I praise them for bringing her back into my life. We’re almost two-and-a-half months into our arrangement and my mind is made up. I’m keeping her, even if she wants out. I’ve done something unforgivable to ensure she remains by my side. She can hate me, but there’ll be no turning back. I started following her, like a jealous husband. I’m paranoid she’ll cheat. If she does, someone is going to die. I’m waiting in the parking lot where she works for track practice to end. I drove a car she has never seen before, to catch her unaware. I like to watch how she behaves when I’m not around.
A group of kids emerge from the back of the school. Cin trails after them with a man walking beside her. They’re too close together for my liking. My anger skyrockets when she grabs his shoulder and laughs at something he said. Who the fuck is this asshole? She’s breaking the rules by speaking with him, and for that she’s going to pay. I get out of the car, ready to kick some ass.
Her eyes widen at my approach. “What are you doing here?”
“Am I interrupting your planned rendezvous with this fucker?” I look the man up and down.
“Art, don’t do this here,” she says in a panic.
“Is there a problem?” the man says, stepping in front of her.
He doesn’t realize how much danger he’s in.
“No, everything is okay.” She tries to move around him, but he holds out his arm. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She’s trying to save the dummy, but he’s not too bright.
“I can call the police if this guy is bothering you.”
I grip her arm, jerking her to my side. My fist flies when he reaches for her, punching the bastard in the face and knocking him to the ground.
“Lights out, motherfucker.”
“Jerry!” Cin moves to go to his side, but I tighten my hold on her. “We have to help him.”
“Fuck him.”
“Art, the kids are watching.”
