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“It doesn't feel like… you know?” I still can’t say the word rape.
She shakes her head.But then again, I'm fucked in the head and I'm crazy for them. Sometimes I like to be forced. It's called consensual non-consent and it's normal. It doesn't help that I'm a brat and they know exactly how to deal with me. It kind of takes away all of my thoughts when Mav takes control. I just become a blubbering, crying slut. He praises me the entire time. It feels so good to be able to just… let go like that. For him. Them.
I think it over a bit and just hum in contemplation. I pick my book back up, so does she and we continue reading. But my eyes only hover over the words, not taking them in, thinking back to Italy when I would wake to find Maksim holding onto me from behind. All those dreams of him eating my pussy till I was a whimpering mess flood me.
Howrealit felt… howgoodit felt…
“That’s it Sabrina, come for your husband.”
Did he…?
My pink parts tingle.
Oh my god…
Oh my god.
I'm going to be so fucking late. I should have recruited Raven. The Albertini's are holding a charity event for the Children's hospital at some outdoor venue. I have twelve hundred mini cupcakes I've been baking since six this morning. The only reason they even came out just a tad early is because I trained Parker how to frost them.
I look down at my apron covered in every ingredient I've used today just as the front door opens. My hair is piled on my head looking like an absolute hornet’s nest when Maksim makes it to the kitchen of his penthouse, eyes wide in surprise as he places his gym bag on theground by the door. He looks glorious, as always. Freshly showered in a tight white Henley and black joggers that strain against the muscle in his thighs.
I’m prepared to meet him with a smile. Until-
“What's all of this?” He asks, gesturing to the hundreds of cupcakes and fun-sized cookies on the countertops and table large enough to seat twelve.
“Angelina Albertini asked for my help catering tonight's event, remember? You told them I bake. I tried to tell her no and she kept insisting.”
“I… and you're still not ready yet? We have to leave intwentyminutes.”
I will always wonder if men hide the audacity in their ball sack along with their semen andthat’swhy it’s never-ending because it simply multiplies,orif it’s tucked inside of their anus behind their prostate. Anger flushes through me. “I have been baking forhourssotheirCapo looks good, andthat'swhat you have to say to me?”
Oh my god, I'm going to go to prison for murdering my husband. A crime of passion.
“Slaving away in front of an oven during the first heat wave of the spring andthat's-” I stand up straight, taking off my apron and throwing it to the ground, hands going to my hips. “No‘thank you, wife. You didn't have to do that, and I appreciate you.’” I say in a low, harsh voice mocking his slight New York accent. “No ‘what else can I help you with so we can finish this quickly?’ Un-fucking-believable.”
I close my eyes and inhale deeply, turning to Parker. “Could you please begin to load these up while I get dressed so we can leave on time?”
“Sure thing, Miss Winters.” He replies around a cookie, grinning down at me, cookie in the side of his mouth. But I can't even be mad at him. He’s been helping me all morning. Such an angel.
“Sabrina-” Maksim calls out to me, but I throw my middle finger in the air behind my back, so it's facing him as I stomp up the stairs,grumbling. Christ, I'm turning into my grump of a husband.
I make it down in nineteen minutes. As soon as my foot hits the base of the stairs, the giant brute narrows those chocolate eyes at me and says, “That's what you're wearing?”
I look down at my glittering bubblegum pink corset that wings up on the arms, sparkles all the way down, my short skirt poofs out in layers to just above my knees and my silver shoes that tie at the ankle glitter, too. I'm wearing a tiara; pink glittering fairy wings and I kept mymessy bun. In my gloved hands, I'm holding a silver wand with a star at one end and ribbons on the other. “Yes?”
Maksim steps toward me and then kneels. I suppress a gasp when I feel featherlight touches on my ankle, my vagina screamingIT’S HAPPENING!REMOVE YOUR KNICKERS!As he skims those large fingers around my leg, tightening the strap on my heel. I’m fairly sure my pink parts have gone delirious after being neglected for so long. They’re starting to turn on me.
“Are you trying to give the men a heart attack?”
I look at him confused when he stands up straight, tugging in the hem of his suit jacket. I release my lip, unawares I’ve been biting it. “No? It's for the children. Angie said this would make them so happy. There will be other fairies and princesses there, too.”
Dark eyes flash and narrow. “Change. You're not going like that.”
“I beg yourfinestpardon?”
Even though I’m on the stairs and in heels he still beats me by at least three inches. He’s so tall. And he smells like cologne and citrus. A normal woman would swoon. “Bend over once and they'll see your ass.”
“I'll be standing behind the cupcakes giving them out. There will be nobending. Also, if and when I want your opinion on whatever I'm wearing, I'll ask. Now let's go.”