Chapter Ten
Parker.
The Barclay Estate is crawling with people.
From all forms of life. Caterers, chefs, their staff, house staff, decorators.
You name it, they’re here. Not to mention every capo and their guards have begun to arrive.
They’ve been staying at the Winters’ manor, only stopping here to introduce themselves to Derek, who’s been getting less and less pale at the number of dangerous men coming in and out of his familial home.
It’s been intense. Sabrina and I have barely been alone but for the hours before we go to bed.
She’s been busy running around as orders from Jonny have come through.
He’s been up her ass, too. Although I don’t mind him much.
I wait in the library by the door with my back to the wall for Sabrina to pass by.
I hear her little heels before I see her and yank her inside.
“Savage… there you are…”
“Baby…” I take her mouth with mine, closing the door behind us with my foot, and walk her toward one of the many sofas readily available for us.
“So much to do…” she whispers between kisses, but she’s not fighting me. She’s only kissing me harder, sucking on my tongue, and goddammit, I’m gonna blow.
“And I need to hear you cry out my name,” I reply, devouring her.
I turn her and kneel behind her, pulling her panties down, thankful she’s wearing a little sweater dress despite the drafts in this house.
She steps out of them, and I pocket the little thong already damp from our kiss.
I kiss the back of each of her thighs, and when she leans forward to brace herself on the edge of the leather sofa I threw a sheet over, I help her kneel on the covered cushions.
“There you go, baby. Just push back for me so I can eat you right, and don’t pull on my stitches.
" I only have a few left. They’ve taken their time to dissolve, but I can’t wait any longer.
We’ve been here four days, and I’m fucking aching, balls full and dick ready to destroy her.
“Be my good girl, Bri. I need this, don’t you, baby?
” Her sweet, soft moan answers me. I grab each ass cheek and spread her open to me, kissing each puffy pussy lip, then lick from her swollen pink clit to her hole, shoving my tongue inside.
We both groan but I don't stop. I need more. I reach down with one hand to stroke my dick, over every barbell and back up, teasing myself. She leans down further, putting her pussy right in my face, and goddamn, the sight is mesmerizing. From her little rosebud to her pussy clenching around nothing to her clit. It’s all bared to me and so fucking pretty.
My mouth waters, and I go back in, eating her pussy like a starved man because that’s exactly what I am.
Always hungry for her.
“Oh God, Parker!” She trembles, fisting the sheet.
“Shh, baby. Take my tongue. I’ll fuck you soon. I just need to get you there so I can put every fucking load of my cum in you. Do you want that?”
“Yes!” she groans, pushing back on my waiting tongue.
I suck on my fingers, spit on her asshole, and circle it with my fingers, going back to bouncing her clit on my tongue, pushing my middle finger into her tight ass.
She slowly rolls her hips, searching for more, and I’m about to give it to her, but first…
“Go on, baby, find it. I want you to come all over my fucking tongue so bad, baby. I need you to.”
“Savage… please… please fuck me. I want to come with you. I need this.”
“I know you do, baby. Aw, goddammit, Bri…”
She reaches back and shoves my face into her pussy and I go back to playing with her clit, swirling my tongue against it, rapidly flicking that precious gem, sucking her into my mouth, my nose going into her hole, but I don’t give a fuck.
Whatever makes my baby come. I know she’s on the brink, every little breathy sigh comes a little too close together, turning into shortened gasps.
I shove another finger into her ass and rise to my feet, positioning my dick right at her dripping entrance ready to take me, clenching, already searching for me.
Fuck, what a gorgeous sight. I make sure to tease her clit just a little more with the head of my cock, loving the way she moans with every slide of the barbell.
Once I’m coated in her arousal, I roughly force every inch of my aching cock into her hot, wet, delirium-causing pussy.
She yelps, back arching like her body is silently begging for more.
I grab her hips and fuck her ass with my fingers in the same rhythm I’m fucking her with my dick, watching the way my cock stretches her, but those tight pink walls of her cunt grip me on every drag out.
What a perfect fucking sight. “That’s it, pretty girl.
” thrust “Soon it’ll be me and your husband fucking you like this again, filling you completely.
” thrust “You’ll come all over our dicks, won’t you, baby? ” thrust thrust thrust.
“Yes!” she replies. “Oh my god, Savage, please, baby, please. I need to feel you come. Oh my god, I’m so, so close. I’m going to—”
“There’s my good fucking girl. Come all over your man’s dick, baby.
So fucking pretty when you—ahhh, fuck… Fuck…
FUCK! Sabrina!” I unload every fucking ounce of cum I have into her searing, hot pussy, her tight ass clamping around my fingers, her pussy massaging my shaft in tight, delicious waves.
I see black. I see white. I see her—pink, golden, breathless, clutching to the back of the couch so tight her knuckles are white.
My paradise.
I lean over her and press a kiss to her shoulder while getting my breath back.
I slowly withdraw, then grab the handkerchief in my pocket that I brought and an extra pair of her panties.
I clean her up as best I can, then help her up, turning her around to kiss her.
A light sheen of sweat on her forehead makes her glow, I praise her once again for taking me so well.
. I take a knee and help her step into her new panties and she smoothes her dress back down. “Feel better?”
She grins up at me and laughs. “God. I really fucking needed that.” She takes my hand and we walk over to the desk just a few feet away.
She sits on the edge of it, and I step between her thighs, putting my arms around her as her hands fist my thermal.
She shoves her face into my chest, careful of my wound, but not careful enough to plant a kiss on it.
She knows exactly where it is. I’ve mapped out what places on her body cause her to react to me, and she’s traced, kissed, and licked every single one of my scars unashamedly.
She looks up at me, big green eyes still so full of…
everything. But I can see her already dissociating.
“What is it?”
“Are you ready for what you might see tonight?”
No, I’m really fucking not. But I've seen her probably do so much worse for a quick orgasm with some random fuckhead. “Whatever it takes.”
“I love you. Whatever happens tonight, please remember that. No matter what you see or hear. I need you to remember that.”
My brows knit together. “What are you planning, exactly?”
“Just harden your heart.”
I search her eyes, filling with sadness. I hate that. “I know it won’t be pretty. But I know we’re all doing our part to get him back. It’ll work. Whatever you have planned, I trust you.”
Her eyes narrow a bit, but what I said seems to give her a little retrospect. “Good. That’s exactly what I needed to hear. Come on, the capos are all waiting for me to finish giving these orders so they can pass them along.”
“And your mom?”
Sabrina shakes her head. “Elena just arrived; she’s with her, which I think is helping her settle a bit. I know I put her in a spot, and her anxiety is up. But Elena is… well, she’s great at these types of things.”
“Come on then. Let’s get this party started.”
Sabrina huffs out a laugh and, once again, puts her hand in mine, sliding off the desk. “Let’s do it.”
We walk down the halls, past all the old busts on pillars and art, down the grand staircase, into the chaos, where I notice Raven is helping the musicians in the corner on a small dais set up.
Past all the people running around in little penguin suits, down another short hallway to a den where the authors are setting up all of their things, through another corridor, and to where Aleksi and Niko stand in suits with Damon.
“Ready?” Sabrina asks. They nod.
We go through a final door, where they’ve been waiting for us. More guards are inside, both Russian and Italian, all eyes on us as we step through the threshold. Every head is there—including their wives.
“Sabrina,” Mr. Albertini greets from the sofa, where they’re all gathered.
The door closes behind me, and I feel Raven rather than see her.
She pats my arm before going to Damon, who’s patiently waiting for her.
Sabrina takes a second to search the room, everyone quieting down to let their Duchess speak.
My heart fills with pride at how she’s taken this role so easily.
Diving in headfirst, without a glance back.
“Aleksi has put cameras in all areas to capture anything the Syndicate says or does. They trust they are safe here, which is exactly what we want for this to work. While Aleksi has headquarters back at the Winters’ Manor, he also has a small one here, located upstairs.
Each person here has a job—from the croupiers to the wait staff.
All of them are wired. While we are on a mission, I hope you do enjoy yourselves.
While it is all an act on my part, I beg you to keep your drinking down to a minimum, if not at all.
I need everyone to keep their wits about them. ”
The capos nod, as do their wives and each guard.
“Well then.” Sabrina looks down at her watch then back up, leveling her shoulders and lifting her chin. “It seems it's a curtain call. It’s showtime.”