Page 55 of The Brutal Arrangement

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LUCY

My body betrayed me.

Again.

And again.

For the next couple of weeks, Damon set up a predictable pattern for me to follow.

Isolated and left alone to be bored during the day.

Then fucked ten ways to hell at night.

Sometimes, he’d change it up where he was at home earlier, and he’d switch it up to take me hard then.

But it remained the same.

He was never gentle. Never sweet. It was always rough and hard as he stripped me and filled me with his big dick. He was always controlling and demanding.

And every time…

I sighed as I opened my eyes one morning. Of course, I was alone in his bed. He was gone already, never staying for anything other than the physical fucking. Last night, he’d taken me three times. Once with me tied up spread-eagle on his bed. The second in the shower when he fucked my mouth then made me sit on the bench for two more orgasms. The third time, I passed out with him choking me as he pounded into me.

“This much sex can’t be normal, right?” I mumbled aloud, wincing as I felt the soreness between my legs.

My comparison with “normal” felt like a silly, nonsensical joke with myself.

Nothing about this was normal.

But I couldn’t deny how satisfied I was.

I had gone from being a virgin to totally owned by a man probably fifteen years older than me. My husband owned me by plying me with hard sex, and I couldn’t complain.

I winced as I realized I should be. I should be fighting him and protesting. But when it felt like a complete relief to surrender to him, granted a chance not to think or plan or stay on top of the responsibility of taking care of my mom, I wanted to be greedy like that. All my life, I’d been working so hard, so why couldn’t I enjoy this weird break?

“Oh, man.” I groaned as I sat up and headed into the bathroom. Marathons of orgasms weren’t for the faint-hearted, but as I cleaned and steamed in the shower, I couldn’t deny how contented I was to be taken care of like this.

I wasn’t sure I would enjoy it if he didn’t take charge.

And I wasn’t sure when I’d stopped wondering how temporary this would be.

Oh, come on, Luce. You can’t be this addicted to him. It’sjustsex.

That thought sobered me, because it really was true. While he was blowing my mind with how well he could master me and make me submit every time, it was only something that bound us together in a physical sense.

I’d never really had a serious boyfriend, too busy being a good student and then being too busy working.

I hadn’t ever given myself a chance to find a lover.

This marriage had been an unexpected obligation. My husband was a new surprise for me to acclimate to while knowing I’d leave him eventually when Katerina said the coast was clear.

After I got dressed, I wondered if I’d want to leave. Giving up this sex life wouldn’t be easy. But so long as I knew my mother was cared for and the rest of the world wasn’t touching me as I stayed locked up in here…

No. Don’t even think that this is good or okay, Luce.

It was delusional to be swayed by a good time in the bed and forget that Damon was a brute. A hard man who never wanted to talk. A cold-hearted killer who seemed to have a big problem with wanting to make me come as many times as he could.

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