Page 36 of The Brutal Arrangement

No man had ever touched me there. I had no guidance, not at sex, not at being taken without my permission. And he noticed.

“You will obey me,” he growled, sliding his hand up and down again and again as he pushed his dick against my ass.

I didn’t plan on obeying anyone. But the more he touched me, a traitorous heat filled me. My womb clenched. My pussy felt sensitive. And to my horror, I felt…

No. No, no, no.

Something was broken in me. I’d been so desperate for a break, for a friend, for any companionship as my mother forgot who I was and left me with no one. It was the only explanation I could understand for why I’d be getting wet. Why this monster of a man could touch me like this and make me…aroused.

“Like that,” he said with a grunt as his fingers dipped over my slit.

I hadn’t meant to step apart, but so rocked by the revelation that my body could react to him like this, I staggered forward a little. It was just enough access for him to push that much further, stroking his digit over my pussy.

And it wasn’t dry. As he leaned over me, humping against me, he fingered me and taunted me with this demonstration of how my body could fail me.

“Just like that,” he growled, pushing me over more as he pistoned his finger in and out of my slick entrance.

Stop. Stop… enjoying this. Stop wanting this.

I hated myself to crave his rough touch, but this quickly, this harshly, he’d overridden the last traces of common sense I ever could’ve claimed to have.

As he paused slightly, I moaned. Furious with myself that I could miss his touch, I opened my eyes as he released my dress. Instead, as the fabric fell down, I lowered my gaze to just barely make out the sight of his big hands gripping the material. A long, steady rip rent the air as he tore the dress. Like it was nothing. As though it were mere tissue paper.

I didn’t want a lesson in how fiercely strong he was. I wanted to learn more of how he could touch me and make me lose control. To surrender to the nothingness of raw lust and this tensing need to explode.

Before my dress could slide to the floor, he raised his hands again and ripped my bra in halves. The clasp bent under his strength, and as that dropped to my feet, the smear of my juices on my breast excited me more. His fingers had only brushed against my aching nipples, but I had no chance to think about hinting for him to touch me there.

He was back at my pussy, holding me open as he lined up the wide, domed head of his cock.

With one hand on my back as he pushed me over slightly, he crouched behind me, his chiseled chest rubbing over my back as he pushed into me.

A sharp split threatened to overwhelm me. Just the tip of him was an invasion I’d never readied myself for. I sucked in a sharp breath, locking my muscles as I braced for all of him.

In another push forward, he thrust into me. The agony of his thickness penetrating me stole my breath. For just a moment, as he claimed my virginity, he robbed me of sanity. Stretched like this, he gave me such a wicked force where I’d never been taken.

But as I exhaled, desire charged through me, replacing that instant spike of intense pain with such a burning fire of need. Of want. Of desperate lust to be filled like this always.

It was indescribable, this pain and pleasure border he forced me through, but as he pulled back and slammed into me again and again, he fucked me like he intended to brand me. He wanted to stamp me inside and out, marking his claim and sealing the deal that I was his wife in every way a woman could be a man’s.

Giving in to the brutal intensity of him taking me so hard, I sagged under him and took it all.

The urge to cry for help faded. The need to resist him ceased.

Instead, as he pushed me to splinter under a potent orgasm moments later, I was tormented with the urge to shriek with impossible relief.

Tension snapped. The wait was over.

That abrupt and confusing climb to bliss had finished, and I damned the tears that streaked from my eyes. I hated that I hadhimto owe for such a blinding climax that made me soar and drown at the same time.

Loose and spent, I tried to breathe through the tremors that racked my body. Over and over, he dragged his dick in and out of me, further prolonging my release. Until he drove in harder with one rough push and roared, his cock jerking deep inside me, he made sure to show me that I was his in the most literal sense of a marriage there could be.

This wasn’t just a contract.

It wasn’t only an arrangement.

He’d fucked me.

He’d made me his.

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