Page 86 of The Brutal Arrangement

I grunted a laugh.

“Don’t annoy me with how ‘scarred’ you are,” she quipped. “One gash above your eyebrow doesn’t make you hideous.” She leaned up to stare at me. “It makes you sexier.”

I raised both brows. “Oh?”

She frowned. “Yeah.”

“You don’t seem happy about that.”

“I don’t like the idea of other women finding you attractive.”

I chuckled, pulling her higher to kiss her deeply. “I’m yours, Lucy.”

She hummed her agreement. “And I’m yours.”

Rolling her until I hovered over her, I wasted no time in trailing my hand lower. I sought her pussy, determined to get a quickie in before I had to leave to deal with business. Father was having more good days than bad, and Maxim was concerned that he’d try to claim leadership again too soon. Because just when he had us believing he was back to “normal”, he’d have a delusional spell and worry us all. My brother wasn’t power hungry to hold on to his title asPakhan, but he was logical and clear-headed where Father wasn’t fully there yet.

“Regardless,” I said as she peppered my face with little kisses as I rubbed her pussy, “I hope any children we have will have your good looks, not mine.”

“Have you thought about that much?” she asked, her voice breathy as she parted her legs wider and welcomed my touch.

“About you having my children? Yes.” I kissed her deeper and sucked on her tongue until she moaned and reached for my dick to stroke it.

“No, what it would be like. Did you…” She lost her thought as I fingered her and added my thumb to put pressure on her clit. “Did you…”

“Did I what?” I asked, kissing along the shell of her ear.

“Did you want to have children? Not because you need heirs but just to have a family.”

I smiled, watching her as the desire took over her. We both liked it hard and rough, but these more tender moments were just as good. “That heir stuff is just my grandmother nagging.”

“But…”

I nodded, kissing her again. “I have thought about having children. A family of my own. And my opinion remains the same. I hope they take after?—”

She pushed my chest, cringing as she covered her mouth and squirmed to get free. This wasn’t a little protest. The panic and dread in her eyes hinted at her sincere urge to get off the bed.

“Lucy?” I reared back, letting her get up. As I sat, alarmed, she slid off the mattress and ran to the bathroom.

The sounds of her gagging, then puking, had me rushing after her.

I found her at the toilet, breathing hard. More color returned to her face, but I worried, nonetheless. “Lucy…” I frowned and knelt to get closer, rubbing her back. “What’s wrong?”

She faced me, boring me with such a scared expression that it stilled my heart.

“I’m not sure that anything iswrong…” She swallowed, wincing at the motion.

“What do you mean?” I got up to get a cup of water from the vanity and returned to her.

She winced at the sight of the cup. “Uh, not yet,” she argued weakly, holding a hand over her stomach.

“Just sip it.”

“I’m not dehydrated from puking once, Damon.”

I set the cup down, not overly concerned about pushing this point. Nor was I bothered about her appearing to disobey me. “Lucy?” I resumed rubbing her back. “Could this mean…?”

Maybe it’s morning sickness.

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