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"I know."
"They blend in with society. I could be anywhere, and they could be anyone."
He places a tender kiss on my temple. I love the freedom he feels to be able to touch and kiss me whenever he wants. "I don't like the way you're talking, but I understand it. Go on. Let's go change. We can go to the penthouse. Maks has gym mats there, and we're gonna needthem. I won't be taking it easy on you, Bri. Men, women. If you gotta fight off a baby-"
I roll my eyes and groan. "Parker! Don't be a numpty."
"That poor little baby won't know what's coming for 'em." He grins that gorgeous grin, dimple popping just for me. Kissing my cheek he says, "I love you, baby girl. If this is what you need to feel safer, then we'll do it. I don't like it, but I understand it."
He shifts to lift me off of him, but I stop him. "Can you just hold me, for a little while longer?"
He settles back into the sofa and tugs me a little closer. "As long as you need, baby."
"Throw your elbow in, Sabrina!" Parker screams, arms around my torso. "They're expecting you to freeze! That's when they can-"
"Che cazzo è questo?"What the fuck is this?Maksim bellows from the doors of his hidden gym. Parker's arm slips a bit and that's when I twist, my elbow connects with his throat, and then I drive my heel onto his toe. I turn around – ready to kick at his crotch – but he puts his hands in front of it and steps away, sinking to the mat on his knees while he chokes down his spit.
"That was.... fucking great." He rasps out, inhaling a large breath, eyes red.
I smile up at Maksim and go to him. "Ciao, marito."Hello, husband. I press on my toes, and his arms automatically come down around my waist to accept my kiss.
His Italian comes out in rapid-fire succession as I grab a water bottle, hand it to Parker, then sit on the bench press. I lean back on one hand, listening to my husband yell some more. He throws in a bit of Russian, which throws me off, but when the Italian comes back, I catch on again.
My husband is very irate with us.
He is silent for a moment, only to scrub his hand down his chiseled jaw in a swiping motion, but then he points at Parker. "E tu!"And you!
"Hey!" Savage screams back. "There's no ‘e tu!’She asked for this, Maksim. She's been asking for this for a while now. After what happened with Kane, and a few other things today, Iagreed. You want her to take a taekwondo class where she's practicing forweekson a dummy, or get to the nitty gritty fast with someone she trusts, huh?"
"That's my problem, Parker! My wife should not have to learn this stuff! Not what she has you, me, Niko, Sasha. She has an entire army at her back – at her beck and call!"
Oh, he's fuming. I love it.That’s okay. I know how to fix a grumpy, big, bad, Italian mafia husband. I stand, walk toward him, and pout. "Daddy..."
His dark glare softens, accepting me as soon as I reach him. But I surprise him by dropping to my knees – undoing his belt, unzipping his slacks, fishing for his already hardening thick, mouthwatering length – and fisting him.
"All the other wives know this stuff, I should, too."
"All the other wives are notmywife, Sabrina,” he groans.
I swirl my tongue around the head of his massive length while stroking him. I keep my eyes on his when I take him as far as I can, loving the way his knees buckle a bit. "It's important I know this."
He nods, a masculine rumble in his chest when I take him deeper into my mouth, wiggling my tongue on the underside of his shaft, while I jerk him off. He pulls the elastic from my messy bun off. My hair tumbles down in gold and pink waves in his hands. "Duchess..."
"Do you like it?" I ask, but he pushes his dick back into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. I guess he does.
"Tits out, Sabrina. Dannatamente bella,"fucking beautiful. He groans when I obey. "Christ, Sabrina, deeper. You're the queen amongst the others, wife."
"Mmm... I like‘Duchess’better, husband," I moan, continuing to suck him while fisting him and lightly squeezing his balls. I withdraw only to say, "I think you should train me with guns, since Parker is training me with self-defense."
"Duchess, you- oh, Cristo."
I shove the entire first half of his cock into my throat, swallowing around him. "It's just a little gun safety, darling. Isn't that better than no training at all?"
He nods again, transfixed by the way I'm doing my best to swallow him whole. "A little... oh fuck... don't stop... training... Christ,Sabrina..." his hands come to either side of my head, holding me by the temples, fucking my face in languid pulses until I can feel him growing thicker in my mouth. "Gun safety... s'good... good idea... ugh, yebat,fuck, cazzo!"
He yanks his cock out of my mouth, and I hold my tits up for him while holding my tongue out. Each splash of his cum landing on mytongue, chin, chest, and tits has him cursing in every language he knows. He taps the head of his dick on my tongue, squeezing the last of it out. I lick it up with a happy small hum. "You are... a viciously clever little thing, wife."
Parker exhales heavily from behind us. "Yeah, that's how she got me, too."