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With haste, Bria flipped over on all four limbs.

“Arch your back.”

She gave him her best arch before he smacked her ass. It stung greatly but ceased when he entered her pussy from behind. This position offered so much more pleasure. Spreading her ass cheeks, Lo pounded her center, making her bite the pillow to keep her from yelling out.

“I paid for this pussy with my last name. Don't ever in your life get comfortable enough to open your legs for another nigga.”

Lo was angry. The aggression in his strokes told her so. It hurt so good. Pounding her sex while expressing his disdain was something Bria didn’t think would turn her on. Yet here she was, leaking so much that she rivaled a Super Soaker water gun.

“That nigga fucked you like this, Bri-Bri?”

She couldn’t answer that when his dick had her almost crawling up the wall.

Bria wouldn’t front on Dough and say that the sex wasn’t good.

In fact, it was great, but Lo had a different aura.

His sex appeal turned her on so much that he didn’t need to get her stimulated because she was always wet around him.

“Answer me!”

Slapping her ass, Lo made her profess, “No, not like this.”

“You got a lot of making up to do. You gon’ feel my wrath for betraying me.”

If his wrath felt anything like this, Bria didn’t mind committing more sins against him. Lo fucked her so good that she didn’t need to throw it back. Her scalp suddenly burned. Her wet hair was trapped in between his fingers.

“You need to beg for my mercy, Bria.”

Huh?

That sounded too much like being a slave. She’d committed a terrible act, but she wouldn’t allow this man to degrade her.

“‘Cause I wanna do a lot of shit to you.” He pulled her hair harder. “Some good, some bad. Do it, now!”

“Have mercy on me,” she whimpered, feeling like a possessed woman.

Bria felt pressure mounting in her pussy. Her clit thumped as Lo drove his dick to her cervix. This was better than bliss. It was a mere piece of paradise. Lo hadn’t put any effort into fucking her. Just told her that he wanted pussy, and Bria became a rain puddle within seconds.

Lo’s speed had picked up. Bria parted her lips, ready to shout triumphantly.

The first pulsation felt different. Almost like a warning that what Lo had done to her body would forever be etched into her brain.

He fucked her with strength she’d never experienced.

She didn’t think her pussy would be this sensitive to his stroke.

“Oh, hold on. Looo, wait!”

Instead of him taking her command, he withdrew from her center. The pressure had boiled over, and Bria could hardly contain what her body was going through.

“Ooohhhhmmyy… shitttttt,” she screeched, as her walls flexed with the strength of ten men.

Liquid sprouted like a water hose as her muscles contracted.

This wasn’t a normal orgasm. This wasn’t the usual cummin’ Bria did with Dough.

This was an eruption. An initiation ceremony for her pussy to crave Lo.

Bria was spent. Panting was the only sound in the bedroom as he placed her on her back. Hiking her leg up, he slid his dick inside her quivering walls. She hadn’t even descended from her orgasm and now he was stroking her kitty again.

“I already know you ain’t been fucked for real. I can tell by the way you just squirted all over me.”

“Lo, pleassee,” she whispered. “I need a minute.”

“You don’t need shit but to make sure you never try me again. Now, be quiet while I make love to you.”

Bria didn’t think he was capable of something so intimate. He was a six-foot-three demon. He didn’t have the emotional availability to make love let alone love her. But as he slowly touched her flesh with his veiny erection, she had second thoughts.

“This feels so good,” she moaned, cupping his face and kissing him.

His kisses were soft and filled with passion. Pinning her legs back, he placed his hands under her ass and went in deep.

“I’ma make you fall in love with this dick and me,” he swore.

It’s too late. I love this dick so much…

“I wanna own your pussy, Bria. So much so that it cums on my command.”

Bria was nothing more than a puddle at the moment. Lo went from being aggressive to passionate within minutes apart.

“It’s yours, Lo,” she professed. “I promise not to give it to anyone else.”

She sealed her words with a kiss. Slowly turned into rapidly and before Bria was aware, she was exploding, this time on his manhood. Bria had experienced dick before, but Lo had dick . The kind that you throw an accent on just because it was that special.

Her orgasms usually came from oral sex. That was the only way she could get one off, but Lo hadn’t even put his mouth on her.

Bria’s pussy had erupted from his dick alone and now she had confirmation that she would never be able to part ways with Lo.

Her being scared of him was a heavy factor but when her sex was in his hands, all fear flew out the window.

“You want my nut, baby?”

“Yes, deep inside of me.”

Lo rested his face in the crook of her neck.

Sucking on her skin, Bria yelped when he bit down.

The pulsating of his flesh alerted her that he was cummin’.

Along with his grunt, she knew his peak had arrived.

He laid inside of her for minutes before he reluctantly pulled out.

Bria’s sexual fog cleared up within seconds.

Fear waited patiently until she invited it inside her mind again.

What was I thinking? This man is going to torture me for cheating on him.

Lo pulled her close, disrupting her thoughts. Wrapping his arms around her, they were skin to skin. Bria wanted to relax but images of him whipping Dough came to the forefront of her mind.

“Go to sleep,” he ordered.

With her body wrapped in his brawny arms, Bria followed his command and tried her best to fall into a slumber.

Bria stared off into space while playing with the pendant on her diamond chain.

Enya and Cali were at the table, debating about whether thick lashes aged women.

Bria couldn’t contribute to the conversation because she was still rattled by her encounter with the villain she was married to.

It had been two days since that tormenting night, and Bria had been avoiding Lo.

For the most part, he had been in and out, barely holding a conversation with her.

Usually, that would annoy Bria, but she welcomed his distant nature since she was still disturbed.

“Bria, what’s wrong?” Enya asked before forking her shrimp salad. “You been quiet since we got here.”

They were having lunch at The Urban Kitchen. The lush greenery gave the restaurant the feeling of eating at a botanical garden. It was one of Bria’s favorite places to eat.

“Don’t tell me that man done stressed you out,” Cali joked.

Sighing, she rested her elbow on the table. “Lo tortured Dough the other night in front of me.”

Her sisters stared at her in silence before they looked at each other then back at her.

“He what?” Cali asked, craning her neck to hear her.

“He tortured him.”

Enya dropped her fork on the plate. “Tortured him how?”

“Whipped him then dislocated his shoulder. Oh, and he poured a solution on his skin that burned. I don’t even know if he’s okay and a part of me don't want to reach out.”

Cali shook her head, seeming confused by the details of Dough’s assault.

“Why would he beat Dough’s ass like that?”

Enya scoffed. “He’s obviously crazy as hell. What the hell did Dad get you into?”

Bria prepared her heart to confess her sins by licking her nude lips.

“I got caught cheating. Lo found out, and he made me watch while he tortured Dough.”

Cali gasped while Enya covered her mouth with her hands. Bria felt like she was so unworthy of anything at this point. She’d never committed an act to purposely hurt someone. Lo was hurt. She knew by how he had aggressively beat Dough that she had fucked him over.

“How the hell did you get caught? Damn, Bria, haven’t I taught you the game?”

Enya gave Cali a side eye. “You still out here cheating?”

Cali rolled her eyes. “Girl, this ain’t about me right now. This is about Bria’s green ass. How did you get caught?”

Shrugging, she confessed, “I don’t know. All I know is that he came home the next night asking me to ride somewhere with him. We get to some building, and Dough is tied up. I can’t get the scenes out of my head.”

“Oh, hell no. You need to get away from Michael Myers before he kills your ass,” Cali declared.

“Did he touch you?” Enya quizzed.

Bria shook her head.

“So, after he beat Dough, what did he do?”

Bria stalled because this part of the story was going to sound unbelievable.

“…He took us home. He put me in the shower and washed me up. Afterward, we got in bed, and he fucked me like I’ve never been fucked before.”

Enya slapped her hands against the table, rattling the silverware. Meanwhile Cali cackled, holding her chest as if Bria was doing stand-up comedy.

“How the hell did you get aroused after what he did to Dough?” Enya leaned in closer. “Did he rape you?”

“What?” Bria hissed. “Absolutely not.”

“So, he didn’t have sex with you against your own will?” Enya asked once more.

“No, he asked, and I said yes,” Bria fumed.

Enya nodded. “Well, let’s go back to my original question. How did you get wet after he did what he did?”

Briefly, Bria closed her eyes as her reverie replayed her time in the shower. Then it led to the moment Lo inserted his beautiful thickness inside her. That had to be love at first fuck. There was nothing better than him having his way with her body. That’s the only time she felt safe with him.

“We were in the shower and—”

“You saw that big-ass dick and couldn’t resist,” Cali finished her sentence. “I don’t mean to do too much but your husband walk like he got a big dick. He look like he’ll fuck the shit out of a bitch. So, how was it?”

“Amazing.” Bria smirked.

Enya peered at her in curiosity. “Sis, blink if you need help.”

Bria blinked like a baby doll, provoking them both to laugh.

“I’m being serious.” Enya chuckled.

“Me too. He’s upset with me. I stepped out, and I shouldn’t have, but he wasn’t giving me what I needed. You know how much it hurts for your husband to ignore and reject you. I needed someone and Dough was the person who I ran to in my time of need.”

“And now you done got that man beat. Is he still alive?”

“I don’t know.” Bria shrugged. “But fuck him. He was bragging to everybody about having sex with me.”

Cali shook her head. “You're probably his first bad bitch, so he had to tell the crew.”

“That don’t make it right.”

“I feel you,” Cali agreed. “It’s good he got his ass beat then. Shouldn’t have been running his mouth.”

“What are you going to do, Bria?” Enya asked with worry. “It seems like you’re married to a psychopath. You need to tell Dad.”

She quickly shook her head. “No, I can’t do that. I don’t want to put him in the middle of this.”

“But your husband is torturing you by torturing other men in front of you,” Cali chimed in. “That isn’t normal.”

“I know.” She huffed.

Bria was aware of the circumstances, but she had no real solution. Her mind was scrambled like a set of eggs. There were no clear thoughts floating through her head. Just worry, anxiety, and fear.

“I’m concerned about your safety,” Enya stressed. Being the oldest, she was always concerned with her and Cali. “Do you feel like he’s going to hurt you?”

Bria wanted to say no. She wished she could profess that with Lo, she was safe, but she couldn’t. He was still the man who made her sit through a mental torture while he annihilated Dough. She didn’t think she would ever be comfortable with her own husband.

“I’m not sure.”

Cali shook her head. “I don't know. Maybe he did that because you cheated on him. If he was going to hurt her, he would’ve done it by now.”

“That means nothing,” Enya hissed. “He could be plotting her murder as we speak.”

Cali flicked her hand at her. “He ain't plotting on her.”

“How are you so sure?” Bria asked.

“Because he hasn’t done anything thus far. Yeah, he whooped Dough’s ass but he ain't do nothing to you. Did y’all even talk about your indiscretion?”

Bria nodded.

“And what did he say?” Enya quizzed.

“He said he wants to start over. He realizes that he wasn’t giving me what I needed. Lo takes some of the blame, but I hold most of it.”

“See, that man ain't about to do nothing to her,” Cali quipped.

“Hmm, I don't know.” Enya was unsure. “I don't trust him.”

Bria’s phone chimed, signaling a text message. When she looked at the screen, her muscles tensed.

Lo: I wanna take u on a date tonight. Be ready at eight and wear something sexy.

“Who is that?” Cali asked being nosy.

“It’s Lo… he wants to take me on a date.”

“Aww that’s so romantic,” she cooed.

Enya cut her eyes at Cali. “Girl, focus on him being a psychopath. There’s nothing romantic about this situation.”

“Bria better make the best of it because she’s stuck. She shouldn’t have been cheating.” Cali shrugged.

Bria’s mouth gaped. “Wow, the nerve of you when you have a standing appointment with your sneaky link.”

“But I don't get caught.” She stuck her tongue out.

“Listen, Bria, if you're not comfortable, I think you should go to Dad and tell him so you can get out of this marriage. That man might take you out in your sleep. Don't drag your feet with this situation. Lo is dangerous.”

Bria heard her sister, but this was The Mob, and there were no outs in this marriage. Through fear and worry, she knew she had to stick it out because ultimately, she was the person in the wrong.