Page 46 of Scream (Duchess & Devils #1)

"Maksim! I-" I don't wait. My hips begin their own roll, rocking up to meet him, fucking back to their own accord, searching for more of my husband, the traitorous sluts, and this makes my husband's chest rumble in approval.

"There it is, Duchess. There you fucking go, taking my cock. I told you it was made for you. Look at my tight little pussy go, swallowing me up like such a beautiful little slut. So hungry for my cock, wasn't she?"

"No!" I lie, because that's what I do best when he sits back on his heels.

My thighs fall open. He allows one leg to slide off his broad shoulder, the other is donned in a pink, strappy, glittering Del La Renta.

It rests on his shoulder, and he licks my ankle up to my calf, pounding harder with a growl.

Then he reaches over and moves my head by my hair so I can glimpse at where we're joined.

God, he looks so fucking good coated in my arousal.

As divine as Lucifer in a renaissance painting, and here I am – his willing victim.

The sight of him powering into me, between my thighs, beastly and frantic is fucking mouth-watering.

My mouth pools with so much saliva and I have to swallow it down.

I don't think I've been this hungry for cock in a long, long time. Of course the beast above me would have a glorious dick. Fucker.

"Bugiarda, Sabrina. Your mouth is such a beautiful little liar but this body... can't lie to me. You were made for me, as much as I was made for you. Just look at the way you’re taking me. Opening up for me."

"Shut up!" I scream, because my heart is tearing and my brain can't think, battling between wanting to hide and wanting to stay present. Tears prick the back of my eyes. "Shut up shut up shut up shut up!"

"No! You fucking tease me all fucking day, flaunting yourself, in your little pajamas, smelling so fucking good, so sweet, so innocent my little wife, my little baker. You smile through your lies, but you can't lie to me."

"Fuck you!" I gasp as he shoves every delirium-causing inch into me. It’s so good. It’s too good.

"You are. Writhing beneath me, taking my dick, whimpering like a little slut. My little slut. My gorgeous fucking wife. You want more, Duchess, don't you? "

He slaps me when I don't answer but fuck, I want that again.

The crazy bitch in me smiles brightly up at him and he takes notice, my husband does and slaps me again.

Thrust thrust thrust thrust . His hand finds my throat, squeezing it lightly, thumbing my pulse point.

"Open your fucking mouth when I ask you a question and be honest for once in your life. "

I do and he spits in it, moving his hand from my throat to my mouth, covering it so I have no choice but to swallow it down.

It's disgusting. It's inhuman. It's so fucking dirty, and it makes me come involuntarily.

Crashing against every wave pulling me under, my back arches, my vision blurs, I cry out, thighs shaking, my pussy squeezing until I hear him groaning, cursing in Italian, Russian, and English.

I feel each fucking load as he spills into me.

Warmth spreads through me, and I jerk but he doesn't relent.

I shove him off, kicking at him. "Get off me you fucking ogre!"

"No!"

"Get. OFF!"

"No Sabrina. No ."

"Please!" I choke out, unable to stop my tears from spilling, but my struggles and protests go limp.

I'm nothing but a butterfly trying to attack a castle, goddammit.

God fucking dammit! His arms go around my waist as he shuffles us onto our sides.

I can't help it. I hide myself with a hand as my tears puddle on his chest.

But he holds me, clutching me closer. Tighter. Fingers in my hair, the other hand on my hip, running up to my ribs and back down.

He shushes me soothingly, never letting me break away. "No, Sabrina, because I'm here for you. Shhh, Duchess. I'm here."

I wake up early, still on him, him still inside of me. The fog in my mind has lifted, but I still feel dazed. A weight on my shoulders has been chipped away.

I tear myself off of him and sit up, looking down at my torn Gucci, and memories of last night flood me.

I stand, letting the dress fall away as I walk to the dresser, open it, and then push a tiny button at the back of the drawer.

The small click tells me the hideaway drawer has opened.

I stretch it toward me, slowly taking out the pistol Maksim thinks I don't know he's hidden in there.

Luckily for me, I’m a curious cat.

And this is how I’ll probably die since Maksim’s enormous cock didn’t do the job.

I walk back to the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight. I straddle the giant man, remove the safety, thumb the hammer down, and point it at my handsome, sleeping husband.

My devil in disguise.

His large hands find the tops of my thighs, and the bastard smirks before he even opens his eyes. Idiot. "Ready for round two, Duchess?"

I grin when his dark eyes find the barrel of the gun at my fingertips. Slowly, Maksim licks his lower bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, growing hard beneath my naked sex. "You want to shoot me while my cum still leaks from your abused little pussy, Duchess?"

"I told you to stop."

He rolls his hips forward, the tip of his dick doing monstrous things to my clit. God, he's right. I'm still dripping his cum. I inhale sharply, swallowing a moan. His pupils dilate, his eyes look black, demonic, and I should be afraid of the man beneath me, but I know he won't hurt me.

"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, always on 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.