Page 58 of Scream (Duchess & Devils #1)

She tries to let up, but I hold her down, thrusting only enough another trickle of her liquid heat spills out of her. Her thighs shake, squeezing me, and I groan again, encouraging her to give me more.

Parker chuckles from behind and soon, I feel the tip of his cock where my wife and I are connected. I pull out only just enough to make room for him.

“Savage!”

“Nah baby, you said you needed this. I’m here to serve.”

“Oh my fucking god!”

“Yeah baby, I can be your god,” he teases.

In and out he goes, the small space between my wife’s thighs growing incredibly tighter the further he slides in, and she bites my lip.

We both begin to move, setting a pace, until my wife is crying out, breathless.

She scratches my chest, and I love the sting of my skin splitting because of her.

I want to feel it everywhere. This is the pivotal moment I realize I can break for my wife and only my wife.

I can and will take her pain, devour it as mine.

“Doing so good Sabrina. How does it feel? Two thick dicks up this precious little cunt?”

“So full… I am so, so full,” she pants.

“And so fucking perfect, baby. You’re so pretty when you’re being the best little slut for your men.

Look at you. Stuffed full of dick. There’s gonna be so much cum in that pussy.

So much fucking cum.” Parker leans over us, pulling her hair away from her ear.

He makes sure his lips are right by it when he whispers, “I bet your husband breeds you like this.”

My toes curl at the thought of my wife heavy and swollen with my child. I want it so fucking bad. Everything I never thought I wanted in the future, I want it now, so long as she is the one who gives it to me.

Because my wife has become my world.

I snarl, shoving deeper into her, and Savage chuckles again, “Oh, baby, he likes that.”

And she grips us tighter.

My eyes roll to the back of my head, my cock, sliding against Parker’s, but I hardly feel him.

I feel Sabrina. I feel the way she’s fighting for her breath.

The sweat and scent of soap clinging to her skin intoxicates me, the need to make her pulsate around me and give me more of that delicious liquid sin makes me slam up into her deeper.

I need to collect it all. She cries out my name as it rushes out of her.

Parker’s thrusts slow then still as he comes with a roar.

The both of them shake above me as I fuck up into my beautiful bride, spilling myself into her again.

Sabrina collapses on top of me, but Parker pulls her up and off my softening cock, laying her on her back. Her thighs fall open, and we watch as her puffy, beautiful, abused pussy, reddened like a ripe berry leaks out our cum.

“Goddamn that’s fucking mouthwatering.” Savage whispers in awe, and I follow the bob of his throat. He gives me a shrug, and dives in.

Sabrina cries out, but he doesn’t give a damn. He licks her pussy clean, shoving his face deeper, sucking and spitting like a madman devouring my wife. “Give me one more baby.”

“I can’t! Oh my god!”

“Yeah you fucking can.” he slaps her pussy then shoves three wide fingers into cunt, turning them and she cries out again, grasping the sheets at her sides. “That’s it baby. Such a good fucking girl, give it to me.”

“Savage!”

“There it is.” he coos, his arm moves quickly, the muscles flexing as he draws out her orgasm from her, drenching his face and the fucker laughs into her pussy, cleaning it all up, not wasting a fucking drop.

“Stop! Please! I can’t!”

“One more baby. Please? I’m so fucking hungry.” The voice he uses sounds like a whine, begging her for a drop.

“Oh fuck! I can’t.”

He plants a kiss, his fingers still going, then his heavy tongue slithers over her. The wet, slurping noises obscene, bounce off the walls, her moans, cries, whimpers, and curses a bittersweet cacophony in my brain.

“OH FUCK!” Sabrina squeals, voice hoarse as her entire body convulses. Savage groans, and I see he’s coming on the sheets below him.

It’s nice to know I'm not the only one with that issue.

He finally, finally removes his fingers and places a kiss on her mound. Then the soft swell of her stomach, each breast, then her lips, and then her forehead last, collapsing beside her. “You did so fucking good baby. You did the best. Who owns you baby? Hmm? Can you tell me that? ”

She stretches her hand out to me, and I take it. She tugs me to her weakly, and I lay down with her, placing my palm on her stomach. “You.” she replies, kissing me first, then turning to kiss her bodyguard. “And you.”

He grins. “Damn right.” He places another kiss on her temple and sits up, looking over at me. “Clean her up, I’ll bring us some food. She earned it.”

I plant a kiss on my wife’s temple. Then, I go to our ensuite and turn on the faucet to the bear-claw tub I never use.

I imagine she needs this right now. I throw in some gardenia scented Epsom salt, because if I’m sure if I'm tired, she’s sore all over.

When she sits up in bed, I bend one arm around her torso, the other under her knees, and I haul her up to me.

She gasps, instead of saying what I know she will, that she’s too heavy, I kiss her temple again and she leans into me.

Carrying her to the bathroom, I slowly deposit her into the half-filled tub, and she winces.

“Are you okay?” I ask, squatting down to get eye level with her.

She smiles sweetly at me, green eyes filled with so much emotion, she shyly looks away for a moment. “Thank you.”

I raise a brow, “for what?”

The tops of her cheeks turn pink, and I doubt it’s from the heat of the water, now reaching her breasts, lapping at them, kissing her skin.

She lifts a shoulder and lets it drop. “Your… kindness? I don’t know.

” she huffs out a small laugh. “Between the orgasms and this, I feel a little-” she twirls her finger by her temple, “loose.”

I run my hand through her ruined waves, tucking the strand behind her ear, then move my thumb and forefinger to her chin.

“I love you, Sabrina. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you.

Want me to raze the world to the ground and rebuild it to your satisfaction?

I will. A bath is the smallest thing, in comparison to what I would do for you, moy malen'kiy lunnyy luchik.” My little moonbeam.

Her eyes widen into saucers. “You love me?”

I squint, taking in the soft glow of her skin and the way her pretty eyes fill with emotion. And I repeat the sacred words I did on our wedding day, the words that made her legally mine. “I do.”

She blinks, trying to will away her tears, but they fall anyway. “Can I please have a moment to myself. Just a few. I need to…”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me, cara mia. I’ve known I loved you since the second I lifted the veil from your face.”

Her brows knit together in confusion. “You were so mean to me. I thought you hated me.”

I scoff, not at her, but at how stupid I was.

“Seems like I owe you another apology. I have no idea how to navigate my feelings sometimes, Sabrina. Especially such strong, new emotions. I’ve never felt like this before.

I was upset by what I learned. I was trying to find a way to be able to infiltrate the Syndicate, to gain more power, and I felt deceived by your father.

He promised something that has not come to fruition. ”

“Do you regret it, then? Marrying me?”

I shake my head. “I have not regretted anything when it comes to you, since the ink dried on our contract or our marriage license. I am proud to be your husband. I only hope I can one day make you proud to be my wife.”

Her wet hand comes up to my cheek, and her thumb swipes across my lips as a smile crosses her face.

She hums softly. “I will say, there is something swoony about the way people are startled when they learn my husband is Maksim Giordano,” she says my name in perfect Italian, “the most dangerous man in New York.” she giggles again, “It’s almost enough to make me want to change my last name. ”

I bark out a laugh. “Almost, huh?”

She bites her lip, failing to contain her smirk, and lets it go with a nod. “Almost.”

“Before I leave, I have to ask you, if you didn’t get that degree, since you’re so stubborn about changing your last name, what would you have done as an adult?”

Her clammy hand leaves my face, and she sits up, bracing her forearm on the lip, resting her chin on it.

“Oh, that’s a good question. I’m sure you think it would be a baker, but that’s more of a hobby.

It relaxes me. I think, if I could go back, and do it all over again, I’d be a doctor.

" That surprises me. “I actually took a few pre-med classes at Rayne-Moore for fun, along with theater.”

“For fun, huh?” although it makes sense now, how easily she puts on a mask for the rest of the world.

She nods; another beautiful, genuine smile graces her face.

She looks behind me just as I see Parker standing there in my periphery.

“Being a lawyer was always Charlie’s dream.

He’d often go to the office with dad. We were born here in New York, but we bounced back and forth from here and London, as children.

That’s why the accent stuck. I’d spend a year there at the manor in Wales with a governess, come here for a year, so on and so forth.

It wasn’t until Charlie passed that I stayed here, I couldn’t go back to Wales.

He was all over the manor and its grounds.

Trees we climbed, forts in the living room we built.

Everywhere I looked, he was there. Even when Mama and my father divorced, it somehow still felt like he was everywhere.

On every street corner from Chelsea to Kensington. ”

I hum, knowing exactly how that feels. Tildy already mentioned that the home in Kensington was her familial home. The one in Chelsea was purchased by her and Derek when they first married.

“So, my sophomore year at Rayne-Moore, after what happened to Raven, I decided law was for me. I don’t know what I would have done if someone I knew was brought to me…

like that. I couldn’t fathom it. And so, I spoke to the dean and the counselor, and found some of my credits could be transferred to a law degree.

So, that’s how that happened. But, thankfully, I've kept my Basic Life Support certifications up to date.”

“How did your brother die?”

She hums again. “Drowning accident. He and a group of friends took their daddy’s yacht out and…

they were to go scuba diving. Something happened to his oxygen tank, some sort of malfunction.

” she shakes her head. “He didn’t come back up with them.

So they went back down. By the time they found him, it was too late. ”

Christ.

“I’m sorry.”

She blinks. “Me too.”

“My mother was killed while she was running at Central Park. Something she did every day. It was planned by a small rival Russian gang.”

“Oh Maksim, I’m so sorry.”

I shake my head. “My father and I hunted down every single one of them, tore apart their little mob, and then sent parts of them back to Moscow.” The back of my skull tingles.

Oh shit.

We took out their American soldiers, but not the ones in Moscow. At least, not completely.

I look at my wife. “So when I tell you, Sabrina, that I’m going to kill the motherfucker that touched you, or watch you kill him – I mean it.

” I kiss her temple, not missing the shiver that runs through her and then stand, needing to get to my phone.

“When I tell you, that I will raise hell on anyone who dares to even try to harm you, I mean it. Take your bath. I need to call Niko.”

“Maksim? What is it?”

“I think I know who’s delivering drugs into my club.”

“I think I know how , husband.”

I stop in my tracks and turn to face her with a brow lifted.

“The crates that your mother’s vodka comes through. I’ve been thinking about it for a while. They’re the only thing that stops at a port, aren’t they? The rest of the liquor you sell is American. Your mother’s vodka is not.”

My brilliant, beautiful, mesmerizing, funny, gorgeous, incredible fucking wife. “I adore every millimeter of your brain, my clever wife. When I come back, I’m going to fuck you into oblivion. After we eat dinner.”

She looks at me expectantly, as though she doesn’t want me to go. “So you’re not leaving?”

I shake my head. After the strides we made tonight, how could I dare to leave her? “No, I'm only making a call from my burner. It’s down in the office. I’ll be back when I'm done. I don’t want to bring business into the bedroom. This is our safe haven, Sabrina.”

“You promise?” The longing in her voice sends a pang through my heart.

She wants me to stay.

My wife wants me.

“I promise, Duchess.”And I know, with the satisfied smile that spreads across her beautiful face, I’ll keep every fucking promise I ever make her.

Parker uncrosses his arms and stands tall. “I got her.”

I give him a quick nod. “I’ll be right back.”

“Good,” he says, “we’ll wait for you to eat dinner.”