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"Don't you know if you're going to point a gun at someone, be ready to shoot?" He's quick, too fucking quick, and then he shifts the gun to beneath his neck, keeping his enormous hand over mine, dragging me closer to his face. I let out a breath, mine mingling with his. "Do it then, Cara mia."
He shifts, the crown of his dick breaching my entrance, pumping his hips in slow succession,in... out. In... out.
"I hate you," I gasp, the deeper he gets. I grasp the gun tighter, my finger on the trigger, ready to squeeze.
"I know. I love the way you hate me," he groans, eyes still on me as I shiver. And then, "Does this make you feel powerful? Does it take away whatever that bastard did to you? I'll kill him, you know? Or I'll simply watch while you do it with… this… gun."
The image of that flashes in my mind, watching Kane slump to the ground, blood pooling from him. My nipples pearl, and my pussy flutters, once again betraying me. I’m almost ashamed of how wet I get.
"Oh fuck, is that what my pretty little wife wants?"
"Yes," I finally moan the truth when he thrusts up brutally. Distracted by the tempo he's creating, he takes the gun out of my hand, replaces the safety, and places it on the nightstand. He puts his hands on my hips, tracing the curve of them, the dip of my waist, up my ribs, and palms my breasts.
"Then that's what my little liar will get. You just need to give me a name, and I'll make it happen, Duchess. Give me a name."
"I don't want to think about him."
"Then keep your eyes on me,alwayson me, Wife."
"Maksim-" I gasp, feeling the slow burn of his girth stretching me so fully, so wicked and delicious. I can't take the way he looks at me. The same vitriol I've seen has been replaced with a tenderness I can't stand. I'm about to scream, to call for help, to call for -
"Grab her hips, and hold her down," we hear from the threshold of our bedroom door. Parker stands there, an impressive bulge in his pants, and the thought of him, the thought of them both taking me to high heaven, is more than I can handle. My eyes connect with his mix-matched ones, and I moan his name.
"Are you telling me how to fuck my wife?" Maksim groans.
"No, I'm encouraging you to fuck her properly." He retorts.
Hesitantly, he steps forward, encroaching into our space. Maksim does as he is told, forcing my hips down to take more of him, and I cry out just as Parker reaches me. I keep one hand on Maksim's chest, but Parker reaches for me with an outstretched hand and cups my chin, keeping his hold on my stare. There's so much love, so much unwavering kindness in his gaze, it makes me want to recoil but he doesn't let me go. He never lets me falter. "There's my Spitfire. Is your husband fucking you so good, Sabrina?"
"Yes," I pant, apparently, I'm full of honesty when I'm full of dick. Parker’s finger trails from my chin down to the column of my throat, over a collarbone, between the valley of my breasts, lower as he steps even closer, reaching to where Maksim and I are joined.
My brain goes haywire, chills and sparks and everything in between erupt in my mind, on my skin, in my soul.
"You are so unearthly beautiful, Sabrina. Won't you come for me?"
"Parker?" I'm so confused, but when the pad of his fingers draws tight circles around the most sensitive part of me, I shiver.
"Shhh, baby girl, let it happen. You've been so tense, so uptight, you need this..."
"I need this?"
He quirks a dark blonde brow up and nods down at me, his stare unwavering, as though he's drinking in the sight of me reaching my breaking point. "Yes, baby, you need this... that's my baby, use him, Sabrina. Take his dick like the good girl I know you are and break, baby."
His words hurt me for some reason. All I've ever done is hold my scraps together for the last two and a half years. "I can't."
"You can. You are. Your greedy little pussy is dripping, baby, you're soaking my hand." He strokes my clit expertly like he's been fucking me for years, like he knows my body better than I do.
I wonder if he remembers how many times he’s caught me bent over or riding some idiot. I wonder if he wished it'd been him every time. And still, I have no idea how we got here.
"Parker-"
My hips undulate as Maksim grunts beneath me, masculine groans and sinful praises leave his lips, catching Parker's attention.
"How does she feel?"
"So hot. Like liquid fire, absolute sin." Maks groans.
"You gotta give him more, baby. Let him see how you really are."