Lucy’s POVI bit my lower lip as I felt his tongue on my sensitive bud, and I couldn’t help but stare at him, stunned by what he was doing to me.If I moved or pushed him away, he would be mad at me.But why do I have to please this man? He pulled me so close to him while he was licking my flower, and he looked up to see my reaction. He smiled, “I didn’t know you tasted so good, Lucy…” "Arman…" I let out a gasp when I caught his intense licking of me. It felt so good that I wanted to arch my back and press his face against my clit. "Ohhh..." My cheeks flushed as I closed my eyes as if something had suddenly exploded. I pushed Arman away because it was too much for me to handle. Even though my knees were trembling, I crossed my legs defensively. He stood up and seductively puckered his lips. He looked at me, leaned close, and whispered, "Finish your shower." Then he left me with a smile on his lips. We had just done something that I didn't understand, so I slowly blinked my eyes

Lucy’s POV The day crashed down on me like a demon from Lucifer's arsenal trying to kill me, but I managed to escape unscathed! Arman chased me into the room while I was furiously crying. He was making fun of me in the deep sea, and I felt like he was playing with me and treating me like a f*cking toy. "Lucy, are you okay?" he asked like it wasn't a big deal. It broke, and I yelled at him, "Do you really think what you did there was okay?! It was just unacceptable! YOU DUMBASS!" He gave a soft laugh and said, "You're overreacting. Nothing bad happened back there." "Stop talking!" I gathered my things and put them outside while wiping my tears away. Ugh! I really hate this man. Then, the staff at the Grand Resort helped me with my things. I took a quick look at Arman, who was still following me like a dog. I pushed him away, “Don’t follow me.” "What?" he asked with a mischievous grin. "I'm the owner of the jet. What are you gushing about?" I got so mad that I screamed a

Lucy’s POVAnnie refused to go to the hospital with me, even though I wanted to. She is worried that Jane will always have more power over her, no matter how hard she fights. I felt bad for her, so I hugged her tight and whispered, "I'm sorry, Annie." Annie gave me a silent nod, and I stared at her battered face; it was as if the trauma she suffered left her unable to work for days. I felt so bad for her, and I felt hopeless. She took a deep breath and said, "Lucy, I don't want to see you again. I no longer want to be involved in your personal life. I have a daughter who needs me. I hope you understand." Then I slowly let go of her hand, sad that I had lost another friend. Somehow, I feel like I was meant to be alone all my life. She shut the door behind her, and I turned my back, overcome with sadness at everything. It began to rain hard suddenly, and I froze in my tracks as I looked at the empty road. Then I looked up when I thought the rain had stopped, and to my surprise, th

Lucy’s POVSeeing the armory's array of weapons made me hold my breath. Now that I'm standing in front of all of his firearms, I'm beginning to wonder whether I really know this man; he's a billionaire who owns the motor company, but seeing all of those guns was slightly shocking. "W—What are you?" Even the sound of my words showed how shocked I was. Then he took out a silver gun and smiled at me. "Do you know that I kill my enemies with this gun? I've had this gun for ten years." "What are you talking about?" "I see you're interested in learning about my background," he said with a mischievous grin. What I'm about to say will shock you, Lucy." "I kill to survive this f*cking life, Lucy," he said as he shut the door behind him.I couldn't catch my breath when I heard that, and I didn't know what to do because Arman looked like he wasn't Arman at all while he was telling me that. He seemed so different from me that I wanted to escape his direct gaze."I want to know who you are. A

Lucy’s POVAs he froze, a look of utter disbelief washed across his face; it was as if the weight of reality had just crushed him.Before he pulled it out of me, his member twitched and stretched my whole body. "Are you... okay?" he whispered as he fixed his quivering gaze on me. As I stare at him with burning feelings, tears fall down my face. I fold my legs together and sob softly because the feeling in the middle hurts. He looked down at the bloodstain on my legs and wiped it off with a white paper towel. He then left me in the bathroom. I thought he wasn't going to come back, but he did. He gave me a new T-shirt that was too big for me and some underwear. "Put this on..." he said.He appears sober now that he seems ashamed of his actions against me. I donned underwear and a T-shirt, but he carried me like a bride as soon as I tried to walk. “W–What are you doing? Put me down.” I said. "I'm sorry about what happened." That wasn't what I meant to do. To be honest, I had no idea