Page 41 of Scream (Duchess & Devils #1)

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 out my name in 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.

He steps out of her room and turns to see me grinning like an asshole. He blinks at me, brows knitting together in anger.

I lick my bottom lip and tuck it between my teeth, raising a brow.

"You see it now? You try to take her from me, and every time you make her come, she'll be thinking about me, Maks.

I ain't the enemy. But take my girl from me and I promise you, it'll be more than that.

I'll be on her mind, on her lips, and in her heart.

You can't erase me. Even if you try to kill me and succeed - she's mine as much as she's yours.

You'll never have her. Not completely. You may think it's fucked but loving her will be the easiest thing in the world.

Trust me. I do it all day, every day. Even when it's hard.

Even when she thinks she doesn't deserve it. "

He doesn't say anything, and I don't expect him to. What I do expect is for him to go to his room, and that's exactly what he does. Cause he knows I'm right.

Sabrina ain't mine, but she ain't his, either.

She's ours .

It's Monday afternoon when we get back from the firm that all of her shit is in his room, and there's a padlock on her door.

There's a screaming match, and she ends up in the kitchen baking out her frustrations while singing terribly to some Pierce the Veil song.

She makes my favorite triple chocolate cupcakes (there's gooey chocolate chips inside) with chocolate frosting.

Maksim gets nothing.

It’s been a good day for me.

I watch a bead of sweat roll from the side of her face down to the crevice between her tits, and I fight every visceral urge to lean down and follow it with my tongue.

She's panting, causing her chest to heave up and down, not making that need to lick her fade whatsoever.

Sabrina puts her wrapped hands on her hips and eyes me up and down, taking account of every design I had etched into my skin while I was in the Marines. It takes everything in me not to flex.

Okay, maybe I flex a little.

I grin when she blushes. "Something on your mind, darlin’?"

"I think I want to learn some self-defense moves. Can you teach me that?"

Of fucking course I can but... "That'll mean you have to touch me."

She inhales sharply.

"And I'll have to touch you," I finish.

Her lips purse and go to the side, but there's no grimace on her face, only taking my words and considering her options. I count eleven heartbeats before she says, "Could you... put a shirt on while we do it?"

Sabrina is harsh on a man's ego, but I don't let it get me down, don't even let the smile drop from my face.

"Why? Afraid you won't be able to stop yourself from riding me again?

Maybe my face this time. I'll keep my hands at my sides," that's a lie, I’m gonna pull her all the way down and have me drowning in her nectar. I bet she tastes like a ripe, Georgia peach, and I’ll call her pussy ‘ home .’ "And let you ride my tongue till you come as hard as you need to. "

My little hellion turns a darker shade of pink, making the green of her eyes pop even more. Fuck, she's so goddamn beautiful, she'd bring gods to their knees in her wake.

She rolls those pretty eyes. "You wish."

Dragging my lip between my teeth, I stand to my full height, which makes her tilt her head back to look up at me.

I bow my head and leer over her like an evil shadow.

"You're fucking right I wish . Every time I see you squat down, I imagine you squatting over my face, putting your full weight on me, and letting me lick you fucking clean while you put your hands on my chest to brace yourself while you moan my fucking name and come all over my face.

" I groan, annoyed that my dick is also starting to react to how close I am to her.

To her scent, a little sweaty, but her shampoo and perfume, all that sugar and cinnamon and berries lighting me up.

Her lips part, but her breathing slows as her pupils dilate, and her nostrils flare.

"You want to know how I know just how bad you need that, Bri?

Need me ? Your chest is barely moving which means you're trying to control your reaction to me by breathing as slowly as possible, but your pulse is sky-high, kitten.

I can see the way it's pressing against your pretty skin, begging for me to dip my head," I do just that "and kiss you there.

" I inhale that mixture of her scent along with the sweat from our workout and gently skim the tip of my nose against her pulse point.

Her breath hitches with a " Savage ," and my hands beg to find purchase on the flare of her shapely hips, but I keep them to myself.

I want her begging me to touch her. Kiss her. Lick her.

"You don't even have to touch me. Use me, baby.

My tongue. My cock. My fingers. My thigh.

Ride me. Fuck me. Own me." I lick along the column of her throat to the place that's pulsating, calling me to suck, to mark her, then bring my mouth back up to her ear.

"Use me as much as you need to, because when you're ready for me, I'm gonna fuck you so deep, so hard, and so fucking good, you'll waddle for a fucking week.

" I take a step away from her, and her body follows me, catching herself with a step before falling on me. "So yeah, I can wear a shirt."

"You're playing a dangerous game, Parker."

I shrug, reaching behind us and throwing a hand towel her way so she can wipe the sweat off her face.

I step out and go to my bedroom in the mansion, the ensuite, get naked, enter the shower, and fuck my fist to the thought of her sitting that pretty little pussy right on my face until I douse the drain in my cum, wishing it was going into her instead.

"You ready?"

I look up to see Jonas standing at the threshold of my penthouse bedroom door. He's dressed to the nines in a classic tailor-made suit. The color is a type of blue that goes well with the lilac color of his button-up. I smirk at him while doing my regular knot on my tie. "You ever been to Eden?"

He shakes his head. "Nah, I barely have time to love on Raven properly between practice and games. When I'm home, all I want to do is spend time with her and Damon, so unless it's dinner or bookshops, or walking Kronos around the neighborhood, I really just focus on her and her uh... needs ."

I blink at him. "Can I ask a question?"

"Sure?" he says with a shrug and lop-sided smile too lazy to be a smirk.

"Do you ever get... jealous? You know..." I make a motion with my hand.

His eyebrows lift, and then he smiles his killer smile with incisors a little too big.

"Yeah. Of course. Especially now that I'm on the road, and she doesn't always get to come with me since she's in the studio recording a lot these days.

But it's mostly because I miss her. A lot.

She's a piece of me. But I also know she's happy and being taken care of, and I know when I come back, we'll make up for lost time.

" He wiggles his brows, and I let out a huff of a laugh.

"She makes sure I know I'm loved when we aren't together. Damon, too. Sometimes they fly out to surprise me, and we video call every night when I’m away.

I got lucky. My soul mates love me and each other. They take care of me, too."

"And Mav?"

"He's an asshole. At first, I was jealous of him.

Mostly because I didn't trust him for a long time, being a former FBI and all that.

But he proves himself every time and every day.

So, no. She loves us equally and differently, just like we love her differently.

It helps that we each bring a different skill set to the table.

If anything, you'd have to ask Mav if he ever gets jealous and how he deals with it.

He's kind of... beastly and territorial sometimes. Then again, Raven loves it."

I nod, taking it all in. The kid's alright.

Jonas weirdly has that age-old wisdom he probably shouldn't have at only twenty-three.

But I do know he's adopted. I'm guessing somewhere in there, is a kid that really wanted love and family and now that he's found it, he'll do anything in his power not to let it go.

"Did you ever have to convince her that... she isn't...” I search around the room while I search for the right word, but there isn’t a better one “broken?"