Dark Ink: A dark obsession romance (Dublin Ink Book 3) by Sienna Blake

Author:Sienna Blake [Blake, Sienna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: SB Publishing
Published: 2023-01-25T18:30:00+00:00

Eithne

The canvas hung from two tacks pinned into the long strip of cork above the blackboard. No carefully measured frame. No perfectly guided in nails. No measuring or adjusting or fine tuning. Nothing was stretched, smoothed, trimmed, or bound. The edges were raw from the dull scissors, from tearing more than cutting. From hurried fingers in the cold.

I wasn’t even sure that all that paint was dry. There was certainly no way it hadn’t been smeared during the trip on the bus, the canvas rolled up beside me, fitted to the curve of my hip, the lingering warmth from Rian’s body most likely imagined. Any other artist with any other piece would declare it ruined. Wrecked. Its integrity destroyed. But not me.

I believed that this was the best art I’d ever produced, if that’s even what you could call it. Best art I’d ever created, perhaps. Best art I’d ever had a hand in, a bruised knee in, a curling toe, a trembling finger, a muffled scream in.

Amongst the erect easels and hardened canvas stiff with glue, amongst the daintily added signatures and finely printed placards, amongst the proper art and conventional standards, I stood proud with my tattered flag of surrender, messy from battle.

“Alright now…” Professor Sauer droned on as his finger ran down the class list. “Ms…Brady.”

Before that moment he had his face cast down. Presentation after presentation, he scrolled not so subtly through his phone. He would nod here and there, make a noncommittal “emm” from deep in his throat, and thank the student an awkward fifteen seconds or so after they had finished speaking. When he glanced up to find me, to skim across all the beautiful paintings all beautifully displayed, his chin jerked up. I watched as his eyebrows knitted together, a grin crawling across my lips. Professor Sauer adjusted himself in his desk, sank his chin into his palm, and nudged his round gold-rimmed glasses back up his nose.

“Yes,” he said, “alright, Ms Brady. Please tell us about what you’ve done.”

I couldn’t exactly do that now, could I? I hid a blush as the memory of my fisted hands crumpling sections of the canvas, as my knees made insistent marks on either side of the outline of Rian’s body. Perhaps I should have considered this on the bus ride over to campus instead of running over the moment of my climax again and again in my head: that intoxicating heat, that irresistible need, that sensation of being carried over the rushing edge of a waterfall, white noise in your ears, dazzling sparkles behind your eyelids, stomach clenched, heart in your throat.

I looked at the canvas hanging beside me with a growing sense of panic as the class joined Professor Sauer in leaning forward to see. I had the attention of the entire studio. And yet all I could think of was Rian’s cock inside of me, my hips rocking back against his groin, the taste of his throat against my mouth. That’s all I could see on my canvas, the outline of bodies and lust and swirls of cum drying in the paint.

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