Page 81 of The Brutal Arrangement

She was seated on me, swallowing every inch of my cock. But before I’d let her ride me, I held her close and kissed her.

“I want us to be married for good, Lucy,” I whispered against her lips as she clung to me. Slowly, she began to rock on my dick, not fully recovered from her first two climaxes.

“I want to see my child swell here.” I put my hand over her flat stomach as she arched back.

Fucking me with abandon, she let her head fall back. Her breasts bounced as she rode me faster and with more urgency, taunting me to come too soon again. Trapping her hands behind her back, I held them with one hand so I could suck on her breasts, nipping then licking the stings away.

“Please, Damon,” she begged.

I held her hips and met her thrust for thrust.

“Please…Husband.”

That did it.

Just hearing that word from her—for the first time—triggered me.

I roared at the rush of pleasure, digging my fingers into her flesh as I came. Spurt after spurt of cum left me, flooding her womb, and still, it didn’t feel like enough.

My heart hammered so fast I felt like passing out. My lungs strained to hold enough air so I wouldn’t be dizzy. Without her in my life at all this last week, I fought guilt and confusion, and slept so poorly because of it.

Now with her pussy snug around my dick, her eyes drowsy with satisfaction, I knew I’d be in for a full night offinallyrelaxing with her at my side again.

Where she belonged.

The next morning, I got up before her and asked if Saul would come talk to me in my apartment. I could’ve left to find him on his floor, but I hadn’t wanted to leave Lucy for that long.

We’d made up, somehow. We’d reunited, in some way. And I was determined to ride with this trend and not fuck up again.

“Well, well, well,” Saul teased as he entered. “With that smug-as-fuck smile on your face, it seems you and the wifey made up.”

I rolled my eyes.

He chuckled, patting my back as he went toward a chair. “Seriously happy for you, man. It’s always nice to see two adults get over a miscommunication.”

“That’s what you’d call it?” I replied.

“Hey, we all fuck up now and then.” He shrugged.

“I wanted to see if I could delegate this business with Nik.”

He laughed once. “You’re askingmeif you can pass the buck?”

This wasn’t a joke. Nik’s disappearance was a serious thing. But with what we’ve all been seeing, it appeared that he was staying hidden to reap intel.

“I want to focus on my marriage.” Damn, did it feel good to say that. “I want to make up for lost time with Lucy. To focus on her.”

He nodded, smiling. “Glad to hear it.”

No more staying apart. No more assuming anything. I wanted her, all of her that she could give me, and I didn’t want the distraction of hunting for my brother to pull me from her.

“No worries, Damon.” He leaned over and patted my back again. “I understand. You’ve got your hands full and I’m more available at the moment. Don’t worry about it.”

“You’re sure?”

He nodded again. “Yes, brother. I’ll give Maxim a heads up. And I’ll meet with John. He’s been your main point of contact with this, right?”

“Yes, John and Hugo.” I spent a few more minutes going over details, but once he left, I felt free. Not guilty, but released from extra obstacles that could keep me from Lucy.

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