Page 37 of A Wife's Duty

“I’m going to go and take a shower.”

She put her bag in the corner of the bedroom and walked straight into the bathroom. Using the toilet, she flushed, washed her hands, and grabbed a toothbrush. As she brushed her teeth, she looked at her reflection and tried to figure out what was going on.

The choice she made had been to stay with Boone, but what did that mean for her? Were they to stay married? He told her she would be free. The hair was already cut, and she was going to classes. She was still none the wiser at what course to choose. She was hopeless.

Once this was over, and whatever revenge kick Boone was on, what did it mean at the end? Nothing made any sense to her. There were too many questions and no answers. She had no idea about Boone’s past.

Stripping out of her clothes, she stepped beneath the stall, feeling the cold water as it hit her body. She didn’t whimper. Instead, she clenched her hands into fists. It didn’t take long for the water to warm, and she was thankful.

“I have nothing against you using the warm water.”

She gasped and spun around. Lucia had not heard Boone enter the bathroom, or even strip down naked. Boone was very naked. His heavily muscular, inked body was on display. He wasn’t wearing any briefs. Everything was on display. She couldn’t help but look down at his cock. Quickly, she averted her gaze and spun away from him.

This was her husband. He had stepped into the shower, naked, with her. She took a deep breath. The oddest thing of all, she was not afraid.

“What are you doing?” Lucia asked.

“You looked sad and confused. I didn’t like that.” He stepped up close but didn’t touch her.

She felt how close he was, knew if she leaned back, she would be touching him.

His hands reached out, grabbing the bar of soap.

“How was your day?” he asked.

She took a deep breath. “It was good. Frank sat with me as I went to each lesson.”

“Do you know what you enjoy?”

“All of it.” She loved the freedom of being able to choose. “I still don’t know what I want to study. It all seems so fascinating. I love all of it.”

She tensed up as his hands touched her, just at her waist.

“I’m going to wash you. Tell me to stop if you don’t want it.”

His naked hands on her body. One side of her brain was terrified, the other wanted his touch. She didn’t say a word.

Boone had lathered his hands up with the soap, and he touched her. He started at her sides and passed her the soap. “You can do me if you want?”

She looked at the soap. If she turned around, he was going to see her naked. Her very unflattering body that had ... extra weight. She was nothing like her sister, all smooth and firm. She had a curved stomach and her thighs met in the middle, with a touch of cellulite on the outside. Yes, she had been hit on her thighs repeatedly, because they looked ugly. That was one of her father’s punishments. He used a belt to make his point of how ugly her body was.

“Look at me, Lucia,” Boone said.

She hadn’t even realized she was shaking. He turned her, and she had no choice but to follow his lead.

“I’m ugly,” Lucia said.

He tilted her head back, and she had to look into his eyes and see what he saw. She expected to see disgust, or something that made her sick to her stomach. There was nothing there.

“You’re not ugly.” He surprised her even more by taking her hand and curling it around his large cock. “Do you feel that?” he asked. “That is what you do to me. You’re not ugly, and you tell me who told you that, and I will kill them for you.”

“My father,” Lucia said.

“He’s already on my list.”

She should just stop there, but she couldn’t. “My mother.”

“Done.”

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