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“You promise?” The longing in her voice sends a pang through my heart.
She wants me to stay.
My wifewantsme.
“I promise, Duchess.”And I know, with the satisfied smile that spreads across her beautiful face, I’ll keep every fucking promise I ever make her.
Parker uncrosses his arms and stands tall. “I got her.”
I give him a quick nod. “I’ll be right back.”
“Good,” he says, “we’ll wait for you to eat dinner.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Sabrina.
The car door slams shut to my left, and I feel how slowly I blink.
It's hazy, like I'm swimming through dense, endless fog. I recognize the dashboard immediately. It's one I've placed my bare feet on so many times before. There's music on, and even though it isn't loud, it blares, reverberates, and I feel it bouncing off my skin.
"W-where are we going?" I try to ask, but my mouth is so, so dry. Or maybe it's pooling with saliva, because I swallow and it's hard.My throat isn’t working very well. Drool slips past my lips, down the side of my chin and onto my chest. Pooling.
I want to go home.
"Shhh princess. You drank too much. I had to get you out of there."
I mumble an incoherentthank you,but I tense because I know what's coming.
It's the grab of clammy hands.
A slap to the face to keep my eyes on him.
I don’t want my eyes on him.
I want my mommy.
A shushing, and another tattered, rushed whisper ofprincess.It's like a serpent hissing in my ear. I try to unstrap myself when he grabs me again, but I can't find the seat belt buckle when he grabs at me again."Stop it!" I scream, but it's not a scream it's a garbled wail.
And then, where he's supposed to say, "You wanted this Sabrina, remember? You kissed me."
It's a, "Come on back to us, baby. We're here." And a "Duchess, you're dreaming."
Duchess.
Baby...
I try to swim through that fog, but it turns into black, murky water. I kick my legs, but all I am is shrouded in inky black tresses, tentacles reaching for me. Grabbing me. Touching me. Slimy. I want to vomit. I think I do.
No!
"Yeah, baby. Come to me. I'm right here. You're in bed." It's so soothing, his voice. Not like the serpent hissing in my ear.
My legs are enveloped in heat, not cold, icy water. It's so warm, it's so... I let out a moan when that warmth laps at the very thing that makes me a woman.
I stop swimming.
"That's it, Duchess. You feel us?"