Chapter Forty-One #2
Like I spoke some magic words, Parker drives every hard, veiny inch of his thick cock into me.
He shoves his arms under me, cradling me to him, putting his entire weight on me, and he thrusts once.
My thighs spread as far as they can go and hike up, knees squeezing at his ribcage.
I squeal into his mouth, submitting immediately.
I move my hand from between us and claw at his back.
“Fuck, yes. Mark me,” he groans, hips pistoning.
Every thrust taps at my cervix, and every drawback glides along my G-spot.
I’m a mess beneath him, needing more. Always more.
“I’m so fucking deep. You feel how fat you got my dick?
Spread your legs all the way, baby. I want to get deeper.
I need… Oh, fuck. Juuuussssst like that.
Yes. Keep fucking me back, babydoll, goddamnit, your pussy feels too fucking good. ”
“Parker!”
“Every fucking inch, baby. Such a good girl taking every inch of my dick in your pretty pussy. God, I can feel you. There you go… fuck. That’s my pretty girl.
Look at me.” I do, then take his bottom lip between my teeth and he groans with an evil little chuckle when I let it go, eyes still on me.
“You have me addicted to all of you, baby.”
I reach between us again and swirl my fingers over my clit. Warmth pools between my thighs. “I want to come. I need to come. Daddy—please.”
“Fuck,” he groans, moving his hand from behind me to cup my face, moving the angle of his hips downward so the tip of his cock drags along my G-spot but not changing his pace.
I squeal in delight, brows furrowing, and I tuck my bottom lip between my teeth.
My lips part when I let it go, and my breaths become shorter, hitching, breaking. “Is that what you needed, baby?”
I nod, unable to answer. He knows my body like it’s his. I’m so lost to the sensation between us. “I wan—ugh!”
“Tell me.”
I shove my hand into his hair, pulling it, and kiss him wildly with abandon, hips bucking beneath him, as I take everything he gives me and give it back. Driving me closer and closer to the brink of destruction.
“God, yes.” I feel him shiver. “Oh, fuck, Bri. I'm gonna—oh…”
It’s what I want. “Come with me, daddy, please. I wanna feel your cock throb inside of me, filling me up. It’s gonna make me come.
” I reach down and grab his ass, holding him to me so he’s deep, and keep using him, fucking him, my swollen clit hitting against his pubic bone. The moans coming from me are needy.
“Jesus, Sabrina—” His first throb makes him thicker and harder. “Shhh, there you go, baby. I’m feeding your pussy my cum. Take every… last… fucking… drop.”
I detonate around him, pulsating on his every throb, still moving my hips, needing all of him. I don’t stop, needing just one more.
I don’t want to go to Eden.
I know the last fight of the year is tradition but…
I want to stay home, ring in the New Year by starting it out with a bang, i.e.
, getting completely and utterly fucked until I’m jelly.
Not be around people I don’t know or care for.
I look down at my gloved fingers on our way to the club, reminding myself this fight is important to Maksim. Therefore, it is important to me.
Thankfully, Parker was mindful of my makeup and hair, so there was minimal touching up I needed to do. “You okay, Hellcat?”
“Just… don’t feel like being in public. Holidays should be at home. Naked.”
“I’ve never had a naked holiday.”
I side-eye him. “Remember my birthday?”
The grin that spreads on his face is almost funny. “That was a really good birthday.”
“Exactly. We went home, had a fuckfest, and woke up in one of the guest bedrooms.”
“Your birthday isn’t a holiday.”
I gasp, “I beg your finest pardon?”
He lets out a soft chuckle. “As much as it should be, your birthday doesn’t fall on an actual holiday.”
“The point I'm trying to make, Sir Literal, is that that is how we should be spending our holidays. Not… surrounded by strangers in a loud… you know what? I’m going to keep my mouth closed. I just need to get through the night. I’ll be fine.”
“Bri—”
I exhale, looking out the window as we enter Manhattan, making our way to Eden, twiddling my thumbs.
“I’ll be fine. I’m just… throwing a tantrum.
” But the truth is, we’ve hardly been out of our home.
I have hardly been out of our home. I technically am on winter break for school, and I…
still have things I’m working on mentally.
Even though seeing Raven for Christmas Eve before everyone and their children came over, as I was volun-told to host, helped, I also need to do better in the friend department.
She’s due in March and is wonderfully pregnant.
She glows. Her hair is so glossy, like iridescent feathers, and her tits are unfathomably larger.
Every time I see them I have to touch them to make sure they’re real.
She said the first few months of her pregnancy were horrible due to her hyperemesis.
But once she began the medicine her doctor prescribed, she felt loads better.
And those little pills were the reason she was able to fly to Wales.
Once again, reminding me I need to do way better in the friend department because she blew up an island for me and I…
couldn’t see her because of my own stupid jealousy.
Which she understood. And why she wanted to make sure that me seeing her so soon after rescuing Maksim and finding out I definitely was not pregnant was okay.
Then she understood again when it took me time to be able to visit her.
Confessing that’s how she felt when she would see how well my mother and I got along together when she and Sofia never did.
So silly what we can be envious of.
Savage parks the vehicle, getting out to open my door and helping me down before handing the keys to the valet.
He walks barely two paces behind me, still acting as my bodyguard, and I hate it.
But, until January second, this is all pretenses.
Soon the world will know I belong to two men. In my heart and on paper.
I ignore the hustle and bustle of Eden’s gambling floor until we make it to the elevator that’ll take us to the lower level where the fights are held.
Walking through the crowd of socialites and celebrities who can afford coming tonight, we take our seats, and I'm rather overjoyed to find Raven and her men sitting front row and center alongside me, with a chair between us. Maverick gets up to greet me with a kiss on the cheek, helping Raven up, then Jonas, and last of all, my favorite doctor. Raven tries to switch seats with Maverick, but Jonas holds her down. “I love you, Bri, but I’m only home for a night before I fly out toooo…” His brows furrow in confusion.
“Texas. You play the Cowboys next,” Mav reminds him as Parker and I take our seats.
“Oh, duh.” Jonas laughs. “Anyway, she stays with me.”
“It’s fine, Jojo. I’ll have her the entire time you’re gone.”
He grins and nods once before settling in his seat, draping his arm over Raven and putting a hand on her tummy.
Maverick rolls his eyes. “Don’t mind him. He has separation anxiety.”
Jonas inhales dramatically, putting a hand over his heart. “Oh, and you don’t?”
Raven looks toward the industrial ceiling for patience, shaking her head.
She throws me a side glance that tells me they’re all fucked for each other and they all have severe separation anxiety.
I send a wink her way and wait for the fight to begin.
The lights dim like before, and Maksim steps into the ring, looking delicious as ever, causing the women behind me to murmur about how good he looks.
Johnny hands him a microphone and steps back out of the ring.
He turns and winks at me, then points a finger to the side where he must be sitting, and I see a very cute blond man in a tux waiting for him.
I nod and send a small wave with my fingers.
“That must be Elliot, the man he’s been seeing,” I murmur over at Parker just as Maksim begins to speak about how much the fight has raised.
I really am proud of him and all the money the entire mafia raises for so many different charities.
Just the other day he asked me which one I would want to help, and truth be told, I loved helping the one for childhood cancer. So, I told him that one.
He had me put on my pink fairy wings and made them flutter.
Maksim thanks everyone for coming tonight, and the crowd roars with applause as the lights dim once more.
I relax in my seat, knowing the first fight will begin soon and Maksim will be fighting next.
Someone sits beside me in the reserved seat between me and Maverick.
I straighten and lean away from them, closer to Parker.
They put a hand on me. I’m about to wind my arm back and throw a punch, but the lights flicker above, and I catch my husband’s dark features, staring back at me, a smirk on his face.
He collects me in his arms and kisses me deeply.
“What are you doing?” I ask when we pull apart.
“I’m not fighting tonight.”
My eyebrows fly up. “You aren’t?”
He shakes his head. “No. We're going to watch Niko win, then we’re going home and celebrating the new year, Duchess.”
“Niko’s fighting? But… why?”
“Because I want to spend it with you. There will be other fights, cara mia. I can sit this one out.” He rests his arm around my shoulders. I snuggle into him, grabbing Parker’s hand, threading my fingers through his, not letting go.
Parker doesn’t either, relaxing with me as the first fighters enter the ring.