2 YEARS LATER
LILY
I breathed a small sigh of relief as I felt Marcus groaning and trembling – an indication that he’d, finally, finished.
Thank the Goddess…
“Ah, f**k!” He sighed. “Nice ride, wasn’t it?”
It took me all I had to muster a quick nod. By now, I’d long learned that doing what he wanted and accommodating him was the best way to avoid further hurt, pain, or punishments.
As was his custom, after he had released himself, Marcus picked up his clothes from the floor and put them back on, taking his time and talking about whatever came to his mind – usually, it was some kind of pack troubles, or business.
Those were the easy nights.
The worst nights were reserved for his personal frustrations, usually with his family or his soon-to-be wife.
This particular night had been one
