Page 59 of Scream (Duchess & Devils #1)

Sabrina.

The car door slams shut to my left, and I feel how slowly I blink.

It's hazy, like I'm swimming through dense, endless fog. I recognize the dashboard immediately. It's one I've placed my bare feet on so many times before. There's music on, and even though it isn't loud, it blares, reverberates, and I feel it bouncing off my skin.

"W-where are we going?" I try to ask, but my mouth is so, so dry. Or maybe it's pooling with saliva, because I swallow and it's hard.My throat isn’t working very well. Drool slips past my lips, down the side of my chin and onto my chest. Pooling.

I want to go home.

"Shhh princess. You drank too much. I had to get you out of there."

I mumble an incoherent thank you, but I tense because I know what's coming.

It's the grab of clammy hands.

A slap to the face to keep my eyes on him.

I don’t want my eyes on him.

I want my mommy.

A shushing, and another tattered, rushed whisper of princess. It's like a serpent hissing in my ear. I try to unstrap myself when he grabs me again, but I can't find the seat belt buckle when he grabs at me again. "Stop it!" I scream, but it's not a scream it's a garbled wail.

And then, where he's supposed to say , "You wanted this Sabrina, remember? You kissed me."

It's a, "Come on back to us, baby. We're here." And a "Duchess, you're dreaming."

Duchess.

Baby...

I try to swim through that fog, but it turns into black, murky water. I kick my legs, but all I am is shrouded in inky black tresses, tentacles reaching for me. Grabbing me. Touching me. Slimy. I want to vomit. I think I do.

No!

"Yeah, baby. Come to me. I'm right here. You're in bed." It's so soothing, his voice. Not like the serpent hissing in my ear.

My legs are enveloped in heat, not cold, icy water. It's so warm, it's so... I let out a moan when that warmth laps at the very thing that makes me a woman.

I stop swimming.

"That's it, Duchess. You feel us?"

I nod, that fog. That fog is still so thick it's-

"Oomph!"

"There's my gorgeous wife." Dexterous fingers push into me from behind while something, someone else licks at me.

Kisses.

Sweet, soft kisses, and a strong, thick tongue swipe at my clit and I need...

Those same, wide-set fingers withdraw from me and start to play with my ass, and I can't help but move with them.

A soft chuckle in my ear. "Look at my perfect wife, already so willing for me to destroy her tight little hole. Even in her sleep."

I groan again, trying my best to swim to shore. To swim away from the fog, to find the source of the warmth, the longing... their love.

"Let me move her leg, I need to be inside."

Electricity.

Sparks erupt in the darkness, and my fingers grasp what is supposed to be sand, but it's not. It's hot, smooth, muscular flesh beneath my fingertips. My nails dig, fighting to hold on, clawing deeper, away from the tendrils of the icy water still lapping at my feet.

"Savage!"

"That's right, baby girl. Open those pretty eyes. Find me, baby. Be with me."

"Maksim?"

"I'm here, Duchess," he rasps in my ear from behind me, and though I want to kick off the blankets, I also want to hide between them. I want to bury myself and lose myself to every sensation that isn't… that . That isn't him.

"I want this," I whisper, and it turns into a lingering moan. Because for once, I'm finally telling the truth. For once, I am not drowning in self-hatred, and though the backs of my eyes burn- "I... want... this."

"What do you want, baby?" I snap my eyes open, and I find one eye so cool and one so warm, Parker's nose against mine, lips so close to mine he's but a breadth air away from a kiss.His grip on my hip is bruising, harsh and so possessive. Like he’ll never let me go. “You gotta tell me what you need, baby girl. And don’t lie.”

"More," I moan when he thrusts deeper, my thigh hiked over his hip.

I reach behind me and pull my husband to me.

His bare chest is against my back, and I burn.

My skin is searing, but God, I want to melt for him.

He pulls away but for a moment, a soft click, in the dimly lit room, and soon his slick, lube-coated fingers are deftly playing with my back entrance.

I groan when he penetrates my ass with one finger, deliciously stretching me.

I clutch the nape of his neck as Savage finds my nipple with his mouth and latches onto me.

The pressure is so fucking perfect, every nerve-ending of mine is being lit when he adds a second, and then a third finger, fucking me in tune with Parker's thrusts.

“Pretty, pretty girl,” he breathes against my flesh.

"I want to come," I whine, my hips undulating to meet my bodyguard, down on his up. More, more, more. “Please let me come.”

"Not yet, little wife. Breathe," Maks removes his fingers, and I whimper at the loss of him.

He replaces his fingers by nudging the large crown of his cock along my asshole.

Parker stops thrusting. Small words of praise leave his decadent lips, each one causing goosebumps to rise along my already pearled nipple.

"Be a good girl for your husband, baby. Take his dick in your ass, and I'll fuck this pretty pussy of yours, okay?"

Nodding, I whisper-moan "Yes, please."

"Please what, wife?" Maksim barely thrusts, letting me get used to his size.It’s so fucking good.

"Please fuck my ass," I pant through the fervor as they begin to work in tandem, stretching me, edging me into nothing but a senseless doll at their ungiving mercy.

"Just a little more... such a good fucking girl," Maksim breathes, and shivers erupt everywhere, my impending orgasm teetering me closer and closer to the edge. The stretch hurts, but it feels too fucking good. They're both so big, each slow thrust is taking me through different euphoric stages.

I can’t take it.

More, more, more.

I want to fall.

I want to fly.

I want to burn .

"I love the way my husband touches me - oh, God! I can't! I'm so full!"

"C'mon baby, we've had this talk before. Yeah, you can. You're our good girl. Our sweet, naughty, perfect girl," Savage praises. "Goddammit, Maks, I can feel you. She's so fucking tight like this. Fuck..."

"Don't stop, Parker. Don't stop talking. I'm gonna-" I cry out when Maksim is deep, deep inside and he growls, his hand moving to my stomach, my hip, where he grabs the skin there roughly, peppering kisses along the column of my throat.

"My beautiful, slutty little wife, look at you. Did you already make a mess for us to clean?"

"I can't help it," I moan, almost ashamed, but Parker kisses my sweaty temple, murmuring that it's okay. "Please don't stop fucking me." I want to be overwhelmed. Smothered by them. I want every touch against my skin to only ever be associated with them. "Take it away," I demand.

And they do.

They alternate between kissing me, praising me, touching me, licking me, biting me, pounding into me. Every spark ignites a fire rising within me, lighting me up until I know what it's like to be Icarus, as I go up, up, up in flames, crashing back down to earth with my devil... and my favorite sin.

"They bathe me. They dry me off. They dress me. They change the sheets. They tuck me back into bed and climb in with me, holding me like I'm the most precious thing they've ever held in their hands. Any time I have a nightmare, this entire cycle repeats. Four days of this."

I look out of the stained glass window again, loving the way the sun makes it cast the colors onto the floor of Damon's office. I can hear him scribbling down in the pink notebook he has for me. I only look up when he stops. "Not going to say anything?"

I can see he's trying hard not to smile at my impatience and remain professional. He does a great job of being able to compartmentalize being my friend and being my doctor, keeping them separate from the other. "And how are your nightmares? "

I blush and slink down in the cozy chaise, coy smile on my face. "I faked one."

Silver eyes blink at me. "An orgasm?"

"A nightmare ," I admit, the tops of my cheeks heating further.

This makes him laugh, and he rubs at his forehead with the back of his thumb. "Why?"

"I'd never fake an orgasm. I'd rather boo loudly at them than fake an orgasm. Trust me, doctor, the last thing they need is a bigger ego. Buggers can be right bullies when they- oh, you meant the nightmare."

"Why fake the nightmare when you can simply ask them to give it to you?"

How do I put it in words so that he doesn't throw me into Lorne Wood? "Because... I..." I sigh. "Because sometimes I like it when they take it from me, but they're so... tender about it. Like they're taking extra care of me. Is that manipulative?"

"Yes," he replies, maintaining eye contact.

"Oh..." I blow out a big breath, making my swoopy bangs move and then curtain forward like they’ve been trained to do so. " Drat ."

"You're allowed to ask them to go slow. To be tender or gentle with you."

"Does... Raven… ask for that?"

"Sabrina." He warns with a cocked brow.

"Ugh, yes, I know, you can't discuss your ‘personal matters’ within the confines of this office." I roll my eyes, then sit forward. "Which is why we should be meeting for lunch instead. Just keep it between us girls." I waggle my brows and gesture between the two of us with my index finger.

"Sabrina."

I throw up my hands, sit back in my seat in defeat, and sigh loudly again. "Ergh, fine, okay . I don't know how to ask for it without it sounding like I'm asking him to make love to me."

"And do you feel as though you do not love your husband yet?"

Yet . Also, I hate that he knows I'm talking about Maksim. I don't have to ask Parker to go slower, because that man seems to be in tune with my body like it's his own. The man fucks me with abandon, until we’re both panting each other’s names, and then lays me down and is so gentle, like he’s just very happy to be included in our extra curriculars.