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I fling the door open to her room, and a very annoyed Sabrina is standing at the doorway of her ensuite, angrily brushing her teeth. The white foam and her saliva drip from her bottom lip onto her tank top as she stares at me incredulously. That... that shouldn't be so hot.
"What the fuck was that?"
She spits, rinses her mouth, and then points to what I heard.
Her scale is... halfway in the wall, hanging from a hole it created when she flung it from across the room. Deadly aim, this one.
I roll my lips inward to keep from laughing.
"Don't laugh the bloody thing is broken, Savage. So I fixed it. Granted, I was aiming for the window, but I kind of like it there now that I look at it. Like abstract art.”
I huff out a laugh.
"Savage, it said I gained four pounds! That's ridiculous!"
What I'd kill to be able to take her in my arms and kiss away the angry look on her sweet little face.
"Do I look like I've gained four pounds?" She turns slowly, from one side to the other. I let my eyes feast on the sliver of skin of her tummy when she raises her arms and her tank rides up.
"No. But muscle weighs more than fat. Could also be water weight."
"I can't afford to havewaterweight! I'm going to try the gown Madam Auclair has intricately constructed for me with herbare hands,Parker!"
What I'd kill to have her call me anything but my name.Love, darling, baby...
It's a fucking pipe dream at this point. It's also the last drag. The last week before she becomes Mrs. Maksim Giordano.
She hasn't seen him but periodically, and only for the tabloids. Her face is thinner, her waist is more tapered, and yes, maybe she's gained a few pounds - but she's squatting half of her body weight, thanks to Raven, Jonas, and me getting her into a strength and conditioning regimen. All she's done is enhance her curves. She's not boxy or manly; she just looks healthier and more... lethal. The cut of her jaw is now more defined, her cheekbones more pronounced, giving her face this sort ofdon't fuck with meedge. Which she'll need once she marries that asshole.
I get giddy when she ignores his texts and calls. I know, childish. But there's something that makes my dick rock hard when she's covered in sweat and he calls, interrupting the music from her playlist playing low in the background, and she ignores it, putting her phone on do not disturb mode.
There's also something visceral that happens to me when she's holding a kettlebell in her arms, and she squats low and her ass spreads. Her leggings get deep in her ass, and she shoots up, driving down on her heels. Her thighs are also more defined. When she bends over, I can see the faint outline of her hammies, and all I want to fucking do is tear her Lululemon’s apart and tongue fuck her pussy while she's bent over anything.Anything.
I want to smell her while she's glistening with sweat.
Call me a sick man, but I want the saltiness of it to be drowned out by the sweetness of her cunt.
God, I want this woman to sit her ass on my face and suffocate me. Every time I think about it, only one song comes to mind, and I whistle it constantly now -"Gory gory what a wonderful way to die."
"Look, you're down two dress sizes, from the last fitting, right?" I say when I realize I haven't said a damn thing in who knows how long, because I've been distracted by thoughts of the way her skin glistens, and she gets pink in the face.
"Yeah."
"I mean... we do have two hours we can kill before we head out. Lots of time for cardio." I waggle my brows in her direction.
"No."
"C'mon... you know you want to. It won't take that long. Thirty minutes, tops. It'll feel so fucking good. Don't you want that? I mean, I could make it hurt, but we can go slow this time. I promise."
"One last time, one minute and you're done."
"Bugger off, Savage. I'm exhausted!"
But you're fucking beautiful.
"Ready?"
She groans my way but raises her arms, and gets into a fighting stance, the punching bag Mav and Jonas installed for her on the heavyweight stand sways lightly back and forth from the last round.