Page 57 of Scream (Duchess & Devils #1)

I need that again.

I flip her around again on her back, and this time, I’m the one begging for more. I’m the one asking to give me another one, shoving her thighs apart. I grab the tops of them and go harder, while she reaches down and plays with her clit, rubbing it in tight circles quickly.

“Don’t stop! Please!”

“I’m gonna fucking come so deep inside you, Duchess. Give me another one.”

“Don’t f-fuck-ing st-stop! I’m right-oh god!

Maksim !” she shouts and drenches me, her pussy squeezing me so tight, it’s like every grasp is milking me and pushing me out at the same time.

I shove myself deeper to feel it all, and I fucking come and come and come into her sweet little cunt, so hard I collapse onto her, trembling.

I shove my hands beneath her and roll onto my back, so I don't squish her.

I clutch her to me, unwilling to let her go, feeling my cum leak out of her around me, dripping down to my balls.

But I'll worry about that later. I’ll change the sheets later.

I’m not finished with her.

I will never be finished with her.

We’re both panting, and she’s limp against me. I finally look at the doorway, and jerk my head in a soft motion, telling Savage to join us.

He strips down to nothing but his boxers and slips in next to us, like the first time I gave into my urges and fucked my wife.

He places a hand on her back. She turns her head to look at him, and my wife smiles.

Brilliantly. Rising onto her forearms, she leans up and kisses me – softly, delicately, so fucking tenderly – I feel the emotion in her simple, loving kiss.

When she pulls away, she leans over and pulls in Parker for the same tentative kiss, then settles back down onto me.

Sabrina sighs, the tip of her index finger making small circles on my chest. It feels delicious and warm, but it’s her hum that captures my attention. “What is it?”

“Kane said I squirted into his mouth.” she giggles.

I sit up a little higher on the pillows. “Why are you talking about that right now? Another man?”

She presses her palms to my chest, and I groan when her pussy clenches around me when she sits up. Green eyes bounce between me and Savage, swallowing. Sabrina purses her lips. Her brows knit together as if she’s questioning if she should tell us something.

“Go on, baby. Say what you need to,” Parker encourages, pressing his thumb to the crease on her forehead, as if telling her she has nothing to worry about.

I take in the gentle way he speaks to my wife, the way his mixed-matched eyes stay on hers.

His hand comes up to rest on her thigh, moving in slow circles.

Jealousy should flare through me. I should be livid.

But I see the way he cares for her, and the way she trusts in him.

While yes, I am a bit jealous that she has that with him, I want it for myself as well.

I want to earn it. Her love. Her devotion.

She inhales sharply and exhales slowly, as if still arguing with herself whether she wants to tell us her secrets.

I want to know every last one of them.

“You’re safe, Duchess,” I add.

She nods.“Maybe you shouldn’t be inside of me for this?”

I smirk, and Parker leans over to kiss her cheek. “We replace it, remember?” he says, just as I say, “You feel us , not him.”

With a clearing of her throat, she begins her story. I can feel Parker’s anger rising, his breath pitching but he stays silent. Rage roils in my stomach, and I feel sick. The worst part is I had that motherfucker in my grasp, and I let him walk out of my club alive .

But then she giggles again.

“Why is that so funny?”

“Because I’ve never squirted before, Maksim.”

I’m not understanding what she’s trying to say.

“I’m pretty sure as a defense mechanism, I pissed myself to get him off of me.

But he said I squirted into his mouth. He…

he drank my pee!” her head tilts back, champagne hair tickling my thighs.

Her jaw opens, and her entire body shakes with how hard she’s laughing, and the sound is fucking incredible.

She is fucking incredible. She is glorious in her moments of lucid insanity.

It makes my lips curl up, watching the way she can’t catch her breath, even as tears spill out of her.

Once all her laughter is gone, her smile fades, but it’s still there, just not as bright and she looks down at us, blinking. But she doesn’t wipe away her tears. No, Parker and I both reach a hand up, and with the pad of my thumb, I swipe under her right eye, Savage the left.

Her breath hitches, eyes shining, no longer glossy from tears, but a different emotion altogether.

Even though she’s not ready to say it. I recognize it because it’s what I feel for my wife.

While I’m dying to hear the words, I want them to come naturally to her.

She grabs our hands, and slides them down to cup her tits, the weight of it feels perfect in my palm, and when my thumb circles around the thick nipple, begging for my tongue to curl around, to lick and suck, a low moan leaves her lips.

There’s a mischievous glint in those green eyes of hers. “Take it away again?”

Savage leans closer to her, propped on an elbow and is the first to speak. “Is that what you need, baby?”

She grins maliciously, like a villain being caught red-handed. “Why? You don’t think I’m… pretty when I cry?”

He sits up on his knees so quickly. The hand that was on her breast flies to her throat, his hand is fisted in her hair, and her pussy squeezes my now thickening cock that hasn’t slid out of her yet.

His nose is by her ear, and it’s the first time I’ve ever seen that pale green eye of his look crazed.

He licks up her cheek before nibbling on it, and roughly says, “You trying to make me punish you, pretty girl? Is that it? That’s what my pretty girl needs, isn’t it?

Two big dicks up her pretty little holes to make her forget? ”

She whimpers but doesn’t reply.

“What about both of your men up your tight, gorgeous pussy? Hmm? I think that’s what my pretty girl needs.”

I not only see the shiver that rolls through her body, but I feel it. “Oh, fuck.”

The grin that spreads across his scarred cheek, the way his incisor showcases, makes him look all the villain he’s been in my story. Or maybe he's been the evil mastermind this entire time.

For once, it doesn’t matter, because I feel her growing slick for me.

Even with all of my cum still leaking out of her, she’s getting wetter .

I push my hips up, and groan at the delicious slide of her heat gripping me from root to tip.

It feels so good to be nestled inside of my wife.

It feels like home, it feels right. Like I'd give it all up to be here, in this moment, and every single one afterwards, to be her husband.

Next thing I know, Parker’s off the bed, dropping his boxer briefs, and settling back in behind her.

He pulls her to him again, her back to his chest and then spits on his fingers, reaching around and placing them strategically on her clit.

She gasps, her pussy clenching around me, and her hips undulate.

“That’s right pretty girl, ride your husband. I’m gonna get you so slick, so fucking wet so you can take us both.”

“You won’t fit.”

He smirks again, sinister glare on mine. “We’ll make it fit, baby. You’ll just lay there, and fucking take it, won’t you? You’ll be our gorgeous little slut, and fucking take what we give you, won’t you?”

The low, “ Always ,” that escapes her lips has me thrusting my hips up to meet her downs, loving the way her tits softly bounce. I reach up and palm them with both hands, circling those pretty nipples with my thumbs, pinching and lightly twisting, and she moans with my touch.

Because when she says, “I love the way my husband’s hands feel on me. So warm,” I’m gone. I sit up straighter so I can bring one to my mouth. Swirling my tongue over the point, sucking her like she’s feeding me.

“What else do you love, Duchess?” I ask when I pull away to suck the other, pushing them together, learning what else makes my wife grow wetter for me.

“That he eats my pussy in my sleep. He takes it away…”

I grin against her nipple and look up at her. “Yeah?”

“I wake up aching for my husband to eat me. To devour me like a king eating the best meal ever provided…”

King… the word from her lips makes me feel alive.Suddenly, the weight of the crown isn’t as heavy.

“You gotta come for us before I can slide in, baby. I need you wetter. I need you to come so I don't hurt you… too bad.”

“Feed me your tongue, Savage.”

“Gladly, Miss Winters.” he drawls, and I watch as my wife is ravaged by her bodyguard, tattooed forearm between our bodies, playing with her clit. My mouth waters, wanting to taste my cum and hers mixed together.

But I'll save that for another time.

“Maks,” he says my name, and I meet his lust-filled gaze.

He leans back and presses her to me. I wrap my arms around her and hold her, chills erupting all over her flawless skin as I pound into her from underneath.

Like the amalgamation of atoms I am made of, each of her whimpers are a cascading chasm that split apart my mind, my body, my soul.

Everything I am, everything I have ever known, is simply undone because of her.

I have to take them for myself. I have to feel them, swallow them whole.

Let them fill every void I have ever felt. And so I do.

“Maks!” she cries into my mouth, and I feel it. Feel it when she squeezes me so hard, clenches around me, wanting to milk me, that I groan into her mouth, tasting her tongue. Every tremor that runs through her is mine, all mine. But I'll be damned if I come before her.

“That’s my beautiful wife, come for me, Sabrina.”