Page 76 of Scream (Duchess & Devils #1)

Parker.

Boston, MA

The weeks have passed a little too quickly.

Things in our household have quieted. Niko has been on a few solo missions along the Northeast, taking out any rogue Russians left, taking a few days longer to get back each time.

Sabrina was able to get into Columbia last minute.

We've barely spent any time at the penthouse.

More and more of Maksim's things have gradually started popping up at the mansion.

Raven and the guys were over a lot more often, or we were over there.

It was easy. Smooth. Like it was all falling into place.

It made me a little un easy.

So, when Rory called and told me she was switching schools and moving , I hauled ass.

I needed some sibling time, and the quiet atmosphere around my sister was just what I needed.

Don’t get me wrong – I love Sabrina and love being around her – but I also haven’t seen my sister in five months.

That never happened unless I was overseas.

We’re on the same continent and only hours apart.

We should not be going this long without seeing each other.

You can go now.

I stare at Rory and lift my hands. I know she can read lips, but I like to brush up on my ASL when we're together, especially now that Raven has been talking more and more often. She’s only signing when her mouth gets tired, or the word has a difficult syllable. Don't be rude.

My baby sister rolls her big blue-green eyes at me. I'm all moved in.

I know. I just want to make sure everything is up to date. It's a new city, Aurora. I make her name sign. I still don't know why you didn't tell me until the last minute that you transferred to UMass.

You've been busy . She signs with a roll of her eyes.

Wow. Two eye rolls in a row. It’s like she’s thirteen again, and I’m telling her to keep up with her classes and not let any boys influence her into doing anything stupid.

Busy or not, I'm still your brother . She looks away from me after a flash of guilt creeps over her face. What are you hiding? Were those kids being assholes?

"No!" She practically screams.

"Then talk to me, sis."

She sighs and takes a seat on the new-to-her burnt orange suede sofa she thrifted. I offered to purchase new everything, but she was adamant – she wanted her couches broken into already. It’s nothing. She brings her index finger down from her lips and flattens her palm to her fist. I swear.

I raise a brow at her but stay quiet.

Her eyes dart to the left, then back to me, and I already know whatever she's going to say – or sign – is going to be a goddamn lie just from that tell alone. My baby sister isn't perfect - there were times she was a hellion. But, well, she's my sister.

I had already put in for a transfer last semester but was put on a waitlist. I went to Europe, thinking I didn't get in. When I came back, I finally checked my email, and I took the spot they offered.

There's so much more to the story, but I'm gonna let it slide, seeing as she's turning red in the face. She's either about to cry, or she's embarrassed."Alright. I'm gonna estimate you're only telling me about sixty-five percent of the story. Yeah?"

She looks at the ground and nods.

"You'll tell me the other thirty-five when you're ready?"

Again, my baby sister nods.

I look down at my watch and sigh. "I can stay another night, you know?"

She shakes her head and parts her lips to speak to me instead of signing. "I'm fine. The alarm system you put up-"

"Is a fucking good one. Sleep with one of the microphones on at all times. I know it sucks, but there’s a lot of weirdos out here.”

“There’s weirdos everywhere.” she argues.

“Yeah, but you’re alone in a new city, and you don’t have a roommate this time. I’m four hours away. I can’t get to you as fast as I could when you were at Brown. That’s another thing I know you’re not telling me. Why would you make the switch from Brown to UMass of all schools?”

She raises her hands. They have a great MFA program !

“You worked hard to get into Brown, sis. It’s just not computing to me.”

“It doesn’t have to make sense to you, okay? It’s done. Just… just trust me.”

I shake my head and inhale deeply. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, Ror. It’s that you made such a huge decision out of the blue like this. But okay. Okay. You already said you'd tell me what’s going on when the time is right. You’re just… nobody is trying to hurt you, right?”

She stays quiet and hesitates before saying, “No.”

Yup, I’ll be tapping into her door camera later.

“Okay.” I reply.

Tell Sabrina I said I miss her. She signs.

“She wanted to come, but she had to finish up at Columbia.”

“I know.”

With one last hug, I leave my sister’s new apartment and get down to the SUV to make the four hour ride back home to Brooklyn.

I get home close to midnight. Every light in the mansion is off, save the one in the living room.

I get to the lamp to turn it off and see there’s a pink envelope on the end table with my name on it, marked with a pink print of her lips.

I open it up, and a polaroid falls to the ground. The note reads-

I missed you entirely too much for it to be healthy.

I’m crazy for you,

Sabrina

P.S. Come find me, Savage

I beam at the little card, then look down to see where the small polaroid fell and find it by the sofa.

It’s a picture of Sabrina in white lingerie and strappy, glittering silver heels.

She’s sitting on the ottoman in the theater, her head tilted back, and she’s holding up her pink and champagne hair.

From this angle, I’m pretty sure Raven took, I can see her ass and the definition of her quads perfectly.

Fuck, I love her thighs. I tuck the picture and little note into my wallet.

Taking a chance and guessing she’s in the theater room, I head that way.

Sure enough, the lamp inside is on. There’s a heap of blankets on the settee, but no Sabrina.

I guess she got tired of waiting for me.

I go to turn the light off. We may have beaucoup money, but leaving lights on is just wasteful.

It isn’t until I get closer that I see it’s not a heap of blankets - it’s my pretty girl.

I grin when I see the pink silk eye mask and spot the bit of drool on the matching silk pillow. She lets out a soft snore as she wakes up and sits up. “Parker?” she shoves the eye mask up to her forehead, blinking rapidly. “Oh, thank god, I thought you were an intruder.”

I laugh, “Then you got the survival instincts of a pineapple, baby doll.”

Sabrina rolls those pretty greens but still leans over to kiss me, humming happily when she pulls away. “Want to have a sleepover with me?”

“Do I gotta wear one of those eye masks, too?”

She gives me a lopsided smirk and slips it off. “I think you’d look rather dashing with it on.”

I take it from her and put it over my head, covering my eyes. “You think?” There’s a soft giggle, and she pulls me down. I barely catch myself before I faceplant on the back edge of the chaise. I shove the mask up and glare at her. “Christ, baby. Give me a sec.”

“Please, I’ve missed you,” she whines, scooting closer to the wall while I’m looming over her to make room for me.

“Where’s Maks?”

“Upstairs. He has to train in the morning with Niko. C’mon. I want to hear all about Rory’s new apartment.”

I reach behind me with one hand and tug off my shirt, then strip down to nothing but my boxer briefs, toeing off my socks, and sink into the lounger with her. “I fucking missed you, too, by the way.”

“I’d be upset if you didn’t,” She leans back, snuggling deeper, but turns on her side, propping up on an elbow – hair cascading forward – and I am so in love with her.

“Do you know just how beautiful you are, Sabrina? Like, it’s a serious question. You make my heart stop. You’re literally so gorgeous I can’t stop looking at you. At the same time, I can’t fucking take it. You- I- I never want to stop looking at you. I’m scared to miss it.”

“Miss what?” She asks softly, leaning closer, her eyes bouncing from my lips to my eyes. If she’s ever thought my eyes freak her out, she’s never said anything.

“ Anything ,” I reply thickly, reaching under the blanket to put my hand on her hip. I groan when I see she’s still wearing nothing but the lingerie she had on in that polaroid in my wallet. I’m one lucky motherfucker.

“Savage?”

“Yeah, baby?”

She looks down at my lips again, then back up to my eyes.

Say it baby. Tell me you love me. Please. I almost beg.

“Touch me.” She crashes her lips to mine, and her kiss is desperate .

Everything she feels is transferred to me.

I feel her arm come over me. Her fingers trail up my spine and then tug on the short hair on the back of my head.

I do the same, pulling her to me to run my hands over every inch of flesh I can touch.

Her kiss drives me crazy. It’s warm and soft, and she is everything to me.

Every beat of her heart feels like it’s mine, just like mine is hers – which only confirms my suspicions. She and I were always on a collision course, two halves of one soul destined to find each other.

I don’t own half of her heart; I own all of it.

So does he.

She may not be able to say it yet, but there is nothing that could ever make me doubt that she loves me.

It’s why I’ll never be man enough to let her go.

I should be. I should leave her to be with him.But I can’t find it in me to do so.

Her kiss turns brutal, hungry – like she's been starved, and only I can satiate her.

She climbs into my lap and rubs her panty covered pussy over my hard length, and it's everything.

She is everything. The air I breathe, the water I drink, the very thing that keeps my soul alive and my heart beating. “Sabrina… baby.”

“Parker. I can't help it,” My baby girl breathes between kisses.

“I need you.” she grinds her pussy down on my dick and starts rolling her hips, little whimpers sending sparks everywhere.

“I fuck… Oh my god. Parker please. Please fuck me, baby. I feel so empty, it hurts. I need to feel your thick dick inside of me. I want to feel you come for me.”

I swear to god I choke. Not in a sexy way at all.

As if I could deny my woman anything. I move my hands from her thighs and run them over her hips, to the middle of her back to unhook her pretty little bra that's got her tits pushed up so high, they look twice as big.

When they spring free, I'm already waiting to catch my favorite nipple and bounce it on my tongue.

She sighs softly as I flip us, ungraciously shoving my underwear down.

Reaching between us, groaning when I find the gusset of her thong soaked, and I pull them to the side.

She shifts, and I'm able to pull them further away from her weeping slit.

Grabbing my dick, I guide myself to her heat, notching myself inside.

“Look at me.” She does, and I watch with sinful pride as her eyes cross and her nails dig into my back, while I sink every inch of myself.

“Fuck, baby. You're so goddamn wet already.” We both groan when I'm fully sheathed inside of her.

I have to take a few moments to collect my thoughts, so I don't embarrass myself.

But then my pretty girl clenches around me and I start to move.

My hips begin a slow, languid pace a moment like this deserves. I kiss the corner of her parted lips, behind her ear, loving those little gasps. Her hips move with me. One leg drops around me, her heel in the small of my back, the other hangs off my forearm. I love this angle. It always makes her-

“ Savage !”

Fuck yeah.

I shove my hands behind her to hold her closer to me.

One hand goes to the middle of her back, the other to hold her head, so I can kiss her right.

So I can deliver every ounce of my being into her next inhale.

She trembles ever so slightly on a gasp.

She tilts my chin so I can look into her sea-glass eyes.

“Perfect Parker,” she tilts her pelvis, fucking me back. I’m so fucking deep, every drag is slow, only so I can plunge deeper, so I can hear her moan for me. And I’m rewarded. “You’re so fucking perfect, Savage.”

Her praise is everything I need. “I love when you fuck me back, baby. You do it so fucking good, Bri. Take what you need, baby. Take all of me, pretty girl… there you go… look at you baby. So pretty… exquisite… that’s it… goood fucking giiirrrlll.”

My dirty girl opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue.

I grin. “You’re a filthy fucking girl, baby.” Knowing what she’s asking for, I let mine drop open and let a string of my saliva pool into her. She swallows with a little happy purr, and I pick up the pace into an unrelenting tempo, making my babydoll squeal in fucking delight.

Our bodies move in synchronization, giving and taking until we’re nothing but entangled limbs.

Her pussy flutters around my dick, milking me, and I can’t hold back anymore.

I'm so lost in the feel of her slick, silky skin. Her scent. Her sounds. Her back arches, pressing her tits further against my chest, clawing me viciously. My balls draw up, and white dots blur the sides of my vision. “Fuck, Bri, I’m gonna fucking come. It’s too good. I love this pussy.”

“Come inside of me, Savage, baby. Please .” She begs so prettily. “Come with me, please, please, please. I’m so, so close.”

My thrusts lose all rhythm, and we’re both crying out each other’s names, clinging to each other.

I crash on top of her, panting, my heart pounding so hard I can hear it. I try to move off of her, but she wraps herself around me.

“Not yet, love. I need you here. Always here.”

So I stay, wrapped up in my woman, but I do shift us so she’s on top.

She presses her hands to my chest and pushes up. Her hair falls around us like a rose gold curtain. She plants a tender kiss to my cheek and smiles so sweetly, I can't help but smile back at her. “If you ever try to leave me, Parker, I’ll fucking kill you.”

Fuck. That’s so toxic.

I love it.

My dick springs back to life, and I’m ready for round two. This time, I make her repeat that while I choke her, and she rides me to kingdom fucking come.