Page 78 of Scream (Duchess & Devils #1)

“Such a good little wife. Look at you, Duchess. Being stretched apart by your husband while your man eats your hot cunt. Look at how beautiful you are at our mercy.” I shove every fucking inch I can into her, and she cries out.

Sweat misted on her skin; hair matted to her forehead.

She is divine. “You don’t want mercy, do you?

You want me to tear you apart, don’t you? Say it, wife.”

I withdraw my fingers from her mouth and give her a light slap, so her eyes pop open and she can see this pièce de résistance we have created.

“Please don’t stop fucking me. Please, please, please .” She whisper-begs me so fucking prettily, eyes rolling back again.

Over the last few weeks, I’ve learned exactly when my wife wants me to be brutal, and when she wants me to be kind.

This is not one of those times.

I reach my free hand over and twist one of her nipples roughly, only to slap it, then reach back over to smack her ass hard.Enthralled with the way her ass ripples with every bounce and every smack.

“Oh my god!” she squeals and begins to shake in my grasp.

I can hear Parker’s loud, lewd slurping, drinking it all in and she squirts into his mouth.

She makes a whining sound. “I need you both. Please! I want to come. I want to come. Please let me come!” From what she’s told me, squirting and orgasming don’t always feel the same.

She can do both at the same time, but not always.

Although she admits both are pleasurable, orgasms satiate her more than squirting.

She’s been very vocal lately. And because of this, she is often rewarded.

Savage stands with the back of her thighs in hand. I let her arms go, and she slings one arm over his shoulders, the other over mine. Her weight now distributed between us. I feel the first barbell on the tip of his dick when he begins to push into her.

Our girl shouts “Yes!” into the immense room with all the furniture covered up by sheets.

She wanted to scare a few spirits, and I’m pretty fucking confident they’re clutching their invisible pearls now.

Once he’s as inside as he can be, we build a tempo .

In…out. In... out. Sabrina’s head hangs back like a limp doll, eyes shut until they snap open.

She kisses me viciously, grunting with each powerful thrust, sucking on my tongue. “Don’t stop. Ugh! Don’t fucking… stop.”

I reach down and play with her engorged clit, my balls drawing up at the sensation of Parker’s barbells against my cock, adding to the pressure of being inside of my wife with me.

She tries to rock her hips but shudders instead.

“Maksim. It’s so good. I can’t - oh, fuck…

come with me. I need you to fill me.” Her eyes cross slightly, her feminine groans and gasps fills the air, sending chills all over.

My toes curl on the floorboard. A sensation to come for my wife licks down my spine to my balls, and I want to unload everything I have into her for the third time since we got into the ostentatious house. “Is that what you need, wife? For me to fill you?”

“Yes!”

It doesn’t matter how many times my wife asks for my cum.

It’s a goddamn hair-trigger, and she knows it.

“Come for me, Duchess. Make a mess on my cock. There you go. Gooood fucking girrrll. There you fucking go- ah, shit !” My forehead hits hers as I come into her impossibly tight cunt so hard, I falter and slip out.

My legs go out from underneath me, and I stumble, falling to the ground on top of the sheet we pulled off the mirror.

But Parker is quick to have her on all fours.

He shoves her head down on my dick, and she licks me up while he takes her from behind.

My head hangs back between my shoulder blades, and I watch through the mirror as she sucks up my cum-coated cock, and he pounds into her.

If I thought I was rough, Parker shows no fucking mercy.

“That’s my pretty fucking girl, taking my cock so fucking deep in this pretty pussy.

That’s it, baby. Come for me. Rub that sweet little clit.

Fuck yes, Sabrina. Take my fucking cum, baby.

” Sweat drips down his chest, and he smacks, smacks, smacks her ass until he grabs her asscheeks.

Splitting them open to shove himself deeper as they both come.

He withdrawals and rolls away from her, breathless.

She lays down, keeping my cock warm in her mouth and draws soothing circles on my thigh.

“We have four hours before we need to leave for Kensington.” Parker reminds us after a few extra moments of silence.

Sabrina groans. If she hadn’t left me depleted just now, the vibrations would’ve made my dick stir.

She climbs up my body like a kitten and kisses me.

“I’m sure that riled up a few ghosties.” She grins, plopping her naked, lush body on mine.

I love feeling her nipples against my flesh, love how she feels in all aspects.

Love the way she smells. The way she looks at me. The way she laughs.

I’ve only fallen harder for my wife.

Tildy’s vow renewal is a small crowd.

I know she did that for her daughter, and I have a greater appreciation for my mother-in-law. She could’ve had a huge lavish party, but instead, kept it at about fifty or so of her and Derek’s closest friends.

Sabrina proudly introduces me as her husband.

Parker stays close to the exits, but his eyes follow Sabrina about the room, never leaving her.

I can’t help but feel for him. It must be difficult to go years without touching her, finally have her, and have to go back to pretending you aren’t in love with her in order to pretend to be her employee and nothing more.

While Sabrina schmoozes, holding a glass of wine but not drinking it, I approach my mother-in-law who is standing by the dessert bar.

Cupcakes and cookies and macaroons all strategically placed on golden tiers.

It’s a nice little party filled with a lot of older people that smell like money and gold.

She grins and takes a sip of her wine, looking about the decorated garden.

The sun will be setting soon, and the small lanterns that are hung have just turned on. She looks pleased with the turnout.

“Congratulations.”

“Thank you, Maksim. Thank you for coming. Sabrina tells me you do not enjoy flying.”

I chuckle. “No, I do not. Thankfully my wife figured it out and always has an antihistamine in her travel bag for me.”

Tildy hums happily as we watch Sabrina flutter about, speaking to guests, laughing.

I love this version of my wife. I know she’s exhausted, but her smile doesn’t look fake at all anymore.

The last rays of the setting sun hit her, causing the warm undertones of her skin to pop.

The gold and pink in her hair mesh well when she tips back her head to laugh at something a guest has said.

It makes me smile without wanting to when she radiates like this.

My wife is extraordinary to look at.

“She is very thoughtful, isn’t she?”

“Yes ma’am, she is.”

“And Parker? ”

I tilt my head to her. “What about him?”

“He seems a lot happier, too. And you. You’re all less broody and dreadful.”

“We were dreadful?” I ask, taking a sip of my wine.

“An absolute bore, darling,” she grins. “I may no longer be privy to Sabrina’s antics, but I know when my daughter is getting plundered and ravished fitly. She tends to glow like a nightstick.”

I choke on my wine. “Christ, Tildy .”

“Also, her hair was mussed, and her mascara was ruined when she got upstairs. Come now, Maksim, I write mystery bodice rippers for a living, don’t be a prig.” She hands me a cloth napkin so I can wipe my face as I try to catch my breath. “Whatever the two of you are doing, please don’t stop.”

“You know?”

She rolls her green eyes. “Please, darling. Parker won’t let her out of his sight, like a hawk, and you’re following her like a bloody great Dane.

Elena, Jonas’ mother, tells me he’s in a quad.

I’ll have you know Derek and I are not so prudish in our proclivities.

Just forty minutes ago I was ravished in the coat room. “

“Good to know,” I rasp out, finally getting a handle on things.

“I hope whoever's red jacket that was, they don’t find the stain until after they leave. Oh! Emily! How are you? ‘Scuse me, darling. That’s my editor. Talk later, yes?” She asks, not exactly waiting for an answer.

She walks towards an older woman in a plum dress and leaves me against the wall to recover completely.

“What’s Mama said to you?” Sabrina asks,eyes wide.

“For me to not stop fucking you. That she knows about the three of us. Also, we need to burn that red jacket you brought.”

“What?”

“Your mom and Derek are freaks, Duchess. She and Derek had a little post-wedding coitus in the coat room on a red jacket. Or beside it. I’m not sure. I didn’t exactly ask.”

“Of course I know they fuck a lot - she writes bodice rippers for a living. The kind with the shirtless man in a trench coat on the front. They’re old, not abstinent. I’m not worried about that. I’ll leave the jacket here, so she can keep it.” She shudders. “I meant about the three of us?”

“Oh,” I reply as she stops dabbing at the wine on my suit jacket. “Apparently we aren’t as broody or dreadful and you… glow.”

“Ridiculous. I do not glow.”

I smile down at my gorgeous wife, “You absolutely do. ”

“Yes, well, if you ever think being eighty is an excuse not to fuck me, it will prove to be an egregious error on your behalf. And it will not bode well for you, dear husband.”

“What, you’ll kill me?”

“No, darling. Trying to leave me constitutes keeping you tied up in the secret room in my basement.”

Fuck, yes. She's crazy. For me.

Wait.

Is there a secret room in her basement?

Fuck it.

Maybe she can tie me up when we get back.

I love it when my wife takes control.