When Art Falls

by Lorrain Allen

  “And you searched my bedroom for the razor?”

  “I did. I found it in the top drawer.”

  “You let me hate her for years instead of being a fucking man and owning up to your bullshit.”

  “Damn right. You’re King Grudge, dude. You don’t let shit go. We were in a good place and there was no chance in hell I was going to ruin it. Not for her. I thought she was out of our lives for good.”

  I’m on Josh the next second, knocking him from his chair. Shocked gasps resound throughout the restaurant.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Not good enough.” I jerk him up by his shirt and throw him onto a nearby table. The occupants scream and scramble for cover.

  “Fight back!” I yell.

  He rights himself. “No.”

  I tackle him, sending us both crashing through the big glass window. I come to my senses and push to my feet first.

  “Get the fuck out of Florida before I commit first-degree murder.” I wave towards the broken window. “And you’re paying for this.”

  I have to devise a plan to lure Cin away from her guardians. It’s not my fault Josh didn’t speak up until now. She’s not perfect. We’ll both need to get over the past and focus on our future.

  After some convincing, Anneli picked Mom and the boys up and left for North Carolina without me. They’re afraid Art will find out I’m home by myself, but I alleviated their fears by promising to stay inside and keep my car in the garage. Visiting family in a sour mood wouldn’t be fair to anyone. I’m not very jovial this holiday season. I’d rather wallow in sorrow alone. The pain of losing Art has knocked me on my ass. For the most part, I spend my days crying. I try to put on a strong face for Sebastian and Mason, but it hasn’t been easy. More than a few times I’ve stopped myself from calling him. I miss Art so damn much. It hurts to be with him, and it hurts to be without him, so either way I’m fucking screwed. My soul whispers to me that we’re two pieces of one unit and cannot be separated, but my mind says the exact opposite. Logically speaking, we make as much sense as an antelope and a lion being together. Ultimately, one is destined to kill the other. I’m also horny all the time.

  When the house has settled down for the night and all is quiet, I slide my hands between my thighs, imagining his mouth on my clit. It just scratches the surface of my itch, nowhere near sating my carnal needs. Though I’ve been lying in bed since sunset, I’m wide awake. Sleep eludes me. It’s become a luxury hard to come by these days.

  Finally, I begin to doze off to sleep, but a creaking sound startles me. Sitting up, I glance towards the doorway.

  Get a grip, Cin. You’re hearing things because you’re tired and this is the first time you’ve stayed the night in the house on your own.

  Suddenly, a figure shrouded in darkness enters my bedroom. Alarmed, I leap from the bed and scream at the top of my lungs.

  “Calm down.” Art’s deep timbre washes over me, sending shivers coursing down my spine.

  I click on the lamp, and my eyes eagerly eat him up. He’s dressed in all black. His T-shirt clings to impressive muscles, and jeans encase his strong legs. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

  “Claiming what’s mine.”

  My treacherous pussy throbs, betraying me. God… his words make me want to lie down and spread open for him. But I won’t fall under his spell.

  “I’m not yours.” I backpedal as he advances.

  “Your nipples tell the truth while your mouth speaks lies.” Art reaches out and rubs a taut nipple through my thin cami top. “Your body knows who it belongs to.”

  I bite my bottom lip, moaning in ecstasy from his simple touch.

  “You’ve hidden from me for nearly three weeks. That’s how long you’ll be on your back, getting fucked.”

  The wall stops my retreat. He dips his head into the crook of my neck, grinding his heavy erection against me while licking along my rapidly beating pulse.

  “No,” I whisper, pushing him back, accomplishing the feat only because he lets me.

  “Is that your final answer?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you think I’m going to accept that?”

  “You have to.”

  “Wrong.” He holds up a syringe.

  Reacting instantaneously, I elbow him in the face and a battle ensues. I’m wrestled to the bed, quickly subdued by his powerful thighs straddling my chest and pinning my arms to the sides.

  “What is that?” I whimper, feeling a prick in my upper right shoulder. “What have you done?” My words slur, the drug injected into me already taking effect.

  “Shhh… go to sleep. The fun will begin soon.”

  I open my eyes, noticing two things immediately. First, I’m lying naked on a bed, and second, the gentle rocking beneath me means I’m no longer on land. There is no blanket covering me, leaving me exposed.

  Peering to the left, I find Art sitting in a chair, watching me—only a towel hiding his nakedness.

  “Where have you taken me?”

  “We’re still in Florida, but you’re on my yacht.”

  “It’s against the law to drug and kidnap people.”

  “We’ll talk later. Now, we fuck.”

  Art stands, letting the towel fall to his feet. My cunt clenches involuntarily, wetting, preparing itself for his entry. In the middle of the ocean, there’s no escaping him. I’m his prisoner. No one will hear my screams for mercy. I’m in mortal danger, yet my mouth waters, remembering his wild fucking and yearning for another taste of him. Only he can quench my thirst. The lustful glint in his eyes and feral expression unnerve me. They hold a promise of pain and pleasure. He’ll smash the brick wall I built to pieces and I’m powerless to stop him, but I refuse to lie down and take it. Bring on the rain and the fucking thunder. It’s about to be World War III in this motherfucker.

  I roll to my stomach, planning to dart across the bed and run from the cabin. To where? No clue, I haven’t thought that far ahead. Art grabs my ankles, roughly flips me over, and drags me towards him. He descends to his knees beside the low bed.

  “No!” I twist and squirm, aiming to sever his hold.

  He propels forward, violently ramming into my tight channel. We shudder, electricity flowing from him into me, rendering us both breathless.

  “If you didn’t want me between your legs, your pussy wouldn’t have yielded so easily or be so warm and welcoming,” he murmurs. “It gobbled my dick up, inviting Daddy home for an extended stay.”

  “Fuck you.” My pride halts me from surrendering to the inevitable. I strike out, but Art restrains my right wrist while using his free hand to squeeze my throat.

  I utilize my unsecured hand to decorate his skin in lacerations, but he’s not fazed. He has his prize and will not be deterred from claiming it. He begins moving, ruthlessly hammering between my thighs, bordering on barbaric. I wrap my legs around his waist, because fuck it, he’s won. Shamelessly, I offer his victory on a silver platter, admitting failure. Art jerks me upwards, putting us face-to-face. I place my feet on the floor, spreading my legs wider. This position allows for more movement and I use it to my advantage. I peer into his eyes while circling my hips, meeting his soul-shattering thrusts. The sounds of sex invade my senses, thumping to the beat of my heart. He seizes the back of my head and jaw in a bruising hold.

  “If you ever think to deny me again, I’ll tie your ass to the fucking bed and that’s where you’ll stay,” he snarls against my mouth.

  Our lips connect and we feast on each other’s tongues—sucking, nipping, and biting. I cling to him, afraid if I lose my grip I’ll be shaken, torn, battered, and severed in half. He bellows at the same time I disintegrate into a million pieces.

  “I’m going to fuck you all night,” he says, hardening again.

  When he’s done, I’ll need painkillers and stitches.

  It’s almost five o’clock and Cin hasn’t stirred once. I checked on her twice to ensure she was breathing. She has yet to recover from ou
r fuck fest. During the night I became a mindless animal, void of emotion except for the driving need to come inside the depths of her cunt over and over again. Yeah, I tore her ass up, and she’s getting the same treatment tonight. She begged me to stop repeatedly, but her pleas fell on deaf ears as I continued to ferociously pulverize her pussy. Her cries spurred me on, increasing my savagery. The sounds of sex make the best fucking harmony. Cin lay defenseless while I gorged myself on her body, but she made sure I wasn’t left unscathed. My face, arms, and chest are covered in scratches. One would think I had an unfortunate altercation with an angry alley cat. We found slumber just as the sun brightened the sky. I’m nowhere near close to being finished with her. I have almost three weeks’ worth of fucking to catch up on. For now, I’ll let her rest so she can replenish her energy.

  I reacted swiftly after receiving intel from Logan that Cin did not leave for North Carolina. The perfect opportunity to steal her away presented itself, and I wasn’t going to miss it. My yacht was the best place to bring her. She can’t run away or attract attention for help. The drug worked fast, putting her to sleep in seconds. I packed her a small bag and was ready to go in under ten minutes. Getting Cin out of the house was the tricky part. A man carrying an unconscious woman would arouse anyone’s suspicions. To avoid having the police on my ass, I recruited Logan to be the lookout. He had reservations until zeros were added to his check. Then committing a felony became okay, but he wanted assurances I wouldn’t murder her. I tried to alleviate his fears by telling him the only thing I planned on murdering was her pussy, but my declaration had the opposite effect and increased his trepidation. He even called earlier to confirm she’s alive.

  After waking, I went on deck for fresh air and exercise before showering. Land is visible in the distance but far enough away that attempting to swim it would be a death sentence. I’m at the booth-like table, playing solitaire to keep from boredom. Cin will be famished when she wakes. With that thought in mind, I undertake the task of starting dinner. How hard could it be to prepare a simple meal? More complicated than I assumed, I discover a half hour later. The fish is chewy and tough. Shit, I should’ve left the cooking to Cin. The salad will have to suffice unless she cooks something to pair with it. I can’t risk trying my luck again. Food is scarce since I didn’t have adequate time to grocery shop for our staycation. I hear movement in the cabin. The reason for—or maybe she’s the bane of—my existence, has risen. She’s going to come out guns blazing. Outwardly, I maintain a calm persona, but inwardly I rejoice for the next round of Fuck Cin. I walk back over to the table and resume playing solitaire.

  I come to, discombobulated and sore. Art fucked me endlessly, a machine focused on annihilation. He brutalized my body, not affording me one moment’s respite. Any more of this and I’ll need physical therapy. Hours or days might have passed. I’m not sure which. I don’t recall falling asleep. Moving to a sitting position takes considerable effort. I rub my gritty eyes and glance around the spacious cabin before leaving the bed, cautiously standing on feeble legs. The engagement ring once again adorns my finger. I limp to the bathroom, desperately needing to empty my bladder. I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror and I’m horrified by what I see. Wild hair, black splotches dotting my cream-colored skin, and dark circles under my eyes—I resemble a zombie. Vivid images from last night permeate my mind, taking center stage. My pussy clenches as I remember screams, grunts, sweaty entangled limbs, and soaked sheets. I touch between my thighs, feeling the stickiness of his dried cum. After relieving myself, I walk back into the room and grab the sheet to hide my nakedness. I open the door, but Art’s head remains bent, pretending to be engrossed in his game.

  “Look at me, you coldhearted snake!” I yell.

  His gaze travels languidly up my body until our eyes meet. “Oh, you’re awake.” He smiles, showing perfect white teeth. “Did you sleep well?”

  “You can’t keep me here against my will.”

  “I cooked dinner for you.”

  “My mom and Anneli are going to worry when they don’t hear from me.”

  “I have your cell and took the liberty of sending them texts on your behalf.” His smug expression boils my blood. “They’re expecting a call soon. I’m sure you’ll behave and not ruin their trip by telling them about your current situation, but to play it safe the speaker will be on during the conversation.”

  “You’re going to keep me here until they come back, then what?”

  Ignoring my question, he goes to the kitchen area and brings back two plates of food. “The fish is overcooked.”

  “Arthur! How do you think this is going to end?”

  “Come eat.”

  “I’m not hungry.” Of course my stomach chooses this moment to growl.

  “Doesn’t sound like it to me.” He smirks. “You can either eat or we can fuck. The choice is yours.”

  Begrudgingly, I amble over to the table and sit. My vagina needs to recuperate before any sexual activity can resume.

  “It was Josh.”

  “What?”

  “He overheard us talking and blabbed to Ricky.” Art digs into his salad. “He’ll get what’s coming to him.”

  It’s a relief to finally be exonerated. “Let it go.”

  “I’ll have my revenge.”

  “No, this cycle has to stop.”

  “You should hate him.”

  “What good has hating someone ever done for you?”

  “I can’t forgive and forget.”

  “The past should stay where it is.”

  “A transgression, no matter when it occurred, has consequences.”

  “He’s your cousin, your blood. How long do you plan on holding this over his head?”

  “Anyone who crosses me will face my wrath, including family.”

  “Does the same go for your children?”

  His eyes narrow to slits. “It’s called tough love. Hard lessons must be learned. I’m not raising entitled brats.”

  “I won’t have my baby around you.”

  “It’s our baby.”

  “Are you sure? Not too long ago you weren’t.”

  “Adrian set the record straight.”

  “You trust his word over mine,” I say, hurt.

  “Now that the truth is known we can move on.”

  “Just like that, huh?” He’s unbelievable.

  “Yes.”

  “You tied me to your bed and fucked another woman in front of me.”

  “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 t
hem.”

  “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.”

  “What’s running through that mind of yours?” he asks.

  “There are three things I need from you.”

  “Name them.”

  “Forgive Josh, take me home now, and give me space.”

  “Josh can kiss my ass, I’m not taking you home, and you already had your space.”

  “I’m filing a restraining order against you,” I say quietly. “I’m sorry, but you won’t see reason and compromise.”

  Art gathers my messy hair into a high ponytail, then yanks my head back. “If it wasn’t for Sebastian, I would’ve locked your ass up weeks ago.” Anger shines in his turbulent green eyes. “You have no say in what goes down between Josh and me. I’m not done blowing your pussy out, so here is where you’ll stay until New Year’s Day. I’m not accustomed to being denied what’s mine, but I’ll give you space for a limited time.”

  He offers very little, but it’s better than nothing at all.