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He continues, "Now, about your… troubles. She loves both of you. I don't know why–the both of you behave like you've never loved a woman in your life. So I'll tell you how to fix this, and her. Treat her right. Love her properly and hard. Even when it's difficult. Together. Separately. It doesn't matter. But my girlfriend is up there right now, instead of riding my dick, calming her down because she loves both of you and feels guilty. When she comes to you – and she will –don’tsay a goddamn word. You let the woman speak.”
"She's mywife," Maksim reiterates sharply but Maverick looks bored already.
"Tell me, Maksim, do you feel Parker can protect her when you aren't around?"
Muddy eyes look toward me. "Yes."
"You feel he'd love her properly if you weren't around?"
He sighs, "Yes."
"Same questions for you, Savage."
It's my turn to sigh. "I've seen how it works for you and yours. It's the happiest I've ever seen a couple, and y'all are thriving. If Sabrina wants this, then I want it. I just want her. I want to love her right, like you said."
Maverick looks up from us, behind our shoulders, and I follow his gaze to see Raven standing there, one hand on her arm.Her hands lift.She's asleep. I don't know what you're going to do, but she's waging wars in her head.
I bring my hand up.I know.
She blinks at me and then,fighting over her won't solve anything. It makes it worse.
I know, I repeat the motion.
"It's rude to carry on a conversation in a different language when someone can't speak it, you know?" Maksim says, annoyed.
She ignores him. I left her door open. Watch over her.
I will.I sign back with a dip of my chin.
She nods at Maverick, and I swear they speak telepathically because soon they're walking to the door. But not before Raven turnsaround and calls out, "Arrivederci."Goodbye. With her middle finger in the air.
This time, I laugh. Raven’s grown on me like a little sister. If Maksim ever gave her a chance, he’d see she’s hilarious as fuck and good for our girl. I lock the door behind them, and when I turn around, Maksim has a hardened look on his face, making him appear more dangerous. The fucker doesn’t scare me. I know we have the same goal. I know we’d both burn the world for her if she asked it of us. At least I know I would. He’s just being a fucking asshole.
"She's my wife, Savage."
"You're making it more difficult than it has to be."
"Forget it, I won't be made into a cuckold."
"You wouldn't be a cuckold. You heard Maverick. Together. Separate. As long as she's happy, who's business would it be? If we don't fix this, you'll lose her… and we both know you don’t want that."
His grim face turns darker, one corner of his lips lifting. "Nah, I don't think I will." He turns to leave, but I take a step forward as he makes his way back to the stairs.
With a sound voice, hoping it doesn't echo up to Sabrina's room, I reply with, "She'll never trust you without me, Maks. She won't ever choose one over the other. Push her, and you'll lose her completely,” I admonish, hoping it gets through that thick mane of black hair.
He pauses, hand on the steel banister, foot raised to take the first step on the stairs. At first, I think he’s going to reply, say something smart or simply remind me that Sabrina is his by law. But the bastard just shakes his head like he's trying to get my voice out of his ears and goes up, leaving me behind with nothing but my surmounting frustration.
I grab a few bottles of water then go up silently, only to catch him leaning on the doorframe, looking in on her while she sleeps. It’s something I myself do more often than I'd like to admit. His ankles are one over the other, arms are crossed over his now bare chest, every tattoo on display. There's a solemn look on his face, and the muscles in his jaw twitch. Not in anger or anything, just deep concentration. Maybe contemplation. I don't say anything, just walk behind him and into my room, closing the door behind me.
Never had to do that before – close my door, I mean. Never had a reason to. I always sleep with my bedroom door just a little bit open in case she has a bad dream. Sleeping with my door closed feels weird, but at least here at the penthouse, I'm a lot closer to her than I was at the mansion.
That's why when I wake up just before dawn, and I hear her usual soft moans, I tiptoe to her room. The door is already slightly ajar, but her moans aren't that of a woman fighting a night terror. They're moans of pleasure. Moans I recognize, because I've heard them come out of her mouth, callingmyname.
I step into her room to see one leg over his shoulder and Maksim’s face buried deep between her lush thighs, in what I have to bet is the most delicious, sweetest cunt ever imaginable. He’s devouring her like a crazed madman. I stay in the shadows, watching it unfold. Her hand goes to his head, her thighs parted, knees to her chest, as she guides him by the hair where she needs him. He groans, whispering praises into the room lit by a pale pink hue in the corner.
I grow hard just watching, loving the way her back arches, wanting more. I knew the motherfucker wouldn’t be able to resist her. Shit, I’m having a hard time not joining him, to see how hard and fast and how many times we can drive her mad and wild. I’d love to see her a complete wreck, maybe a few tears running down her gorgeous face, limp as a wet noodle from too many orgasms.
Right when it sounds like she's reaching the pinnacle of her destruction, she gasps outmy namein a hoarse whisper, and I swear it shatters both the heavens and the earth, along with his annoyed grunt. He gets out of bed, covers her back up, and I step back out into the hallway before he can see me with the widest fucking grin on my face. I should probably be angry he tongue fucked her but goddamn, hearing her cry out my name has me feeling high as fuck.