Chapter Forty-Two #2
I hook my arm under her knees and one around her back, bringing her to my chest before standing.
“She doesn’t weigh anything anymore, does she?” he asks, sadly. Dark eyes peering down at Sabrina.
I shake my head, making my way to the stairs. “She lost too much weight and hasn’t gained it back. She’s not eating, baking for her pleasure, working out… she’s not reading like she was.”
“We’ll fix it,” he promises.
“We will.”
“She wore pink tonight.”
“She did,” I agree. Not telling him that the first time she ever wore it was when she hated herself completely.
It was one I had helped her out of because the hives had crawled up her body so severely they were bursting along the hemline on her back at a gala.
It’s a dress I hate but she loves. It’s a dress I selfishly had to make new memories in, so if she ever decides to wear it again, I’ll remember it as the dress I slipped off her body while she wore those glittering black heels that dug into my back.
Maks peels back the fluffy, heavy white duvet, and I kneel on the bed to deposit her in the middle, so she sleeps between us in the giant bed.
After going back and brushing my teeth in my room, I slip in beside her, just as he does, and I swear my little hellcat purrs when she’s all warm under her cozy comforter.
I turn, shove my arm under the pillow, then kiss her forehead when she nestles into me, placing my arm on her hip.
Maks curls around her and kisses her shoulder where the tattoo of his name is and closes his eyes.
I wake up because my dick is wrapped in the hottest heat heaven has to offer. “Fuck, Sabrina,” I groan her name, grabbing at her thigh hiked on my hip and burrowing just a little deeper into her.
“Mmmmm, Savage,” she murmurs in her little purr. “Quiet darling. I just needed you inside of me. Go back to sleep.”
I keep my eyes closed but tuck her closer to me, putting my forearm under her knee, sticking my thumb in the crease where thigh and hip meet, and grip tight, then push as far in as I can go, feeling her swollen clit against me.
She flutters around me and I withhold my groan to not wake up Maks.
“There. I’m in,” I whisper. “Now go to sleep, baby.”
She hums a little happy hum, kisses under my jaw, settles, and then her breath evens out again.
I don’t move for what feels like hours… until I know for sure she’s in deep sleep.
I draw my hips back gradually, then thrust even slower so I don't wake up either of them. Out… in… out… in… to the last fucking barbell. She’s getting so fucking hot and slippery.
I imagine the visual, seeing all that pretty pink skin gripping me, and I shake my head so I don’t come.
In… out… in… I pause when I notice Maks is definitely awake and watching me fuck his wife. He curls in closer to her and gently puts his hand between us, rubbing his thumb over her nipple then reaching low to circle her swollen clit while I move. Out… in… out… innnn…
“How hot is she?”
“Find out for yourself, but don’t wake her up yet.” I slip out when I feel his dick nudge me.
He bites his lower lip hard while he thrusts as slow as he can, and his head tilts back. “Christ,” he breathes. I move my forearm from under her thigh and fist my dick and push in on his out, torturing ourselves.
She makes a noise while I'm balls deep in her pretty pussy, thumb rubbing circles over her pearled nipple. I stay as perfectly still as I can, Maks does, too. And we watch and wait for any other sound or movement, but it doesn’t happen.
Maks turns in the bed when it’s safe and grabs the bottle of lube from his nightstand.
He pours it on his fingertips and rubs it with his thumb to warm it up. Call that Duchess treatment.
It’s barely there, but I feel when his finger slips into her asshole, finger-fucking it slowly. He can’t help himself; he takes a soft bite out of her shoulder before pouring a generous amount on his dick and stroking himself. I grab her ass and pull it open for him.
I feel the tip of his dick push against my dick through that very thin wall of tissue between us, making a small space even tighter.
“Mmm, fuck,” Sabrina breathes, brows knitting together.
“Shhh, baby, you needed this, remember?”
She nods and throws her arm back, finding Maksim’s head. She kisses me deeply then turns her face to kiss him. “Ohhh fuck. Hap-oh, god—Happy New Year to me.” She giggles, brushing her hair out of her face. “How am I—oh, don’t stop—so close already?”
“Feel good, baby?”
“S-so good… don’t… stop—” Thrust “Don’t stop touching me.”
We don’t rush. Every lazy thrust thrust thrust is unhurried and hot. I push down on her hips, keeping her still when she wants to roll them. “No, baby,” Thrust… “just lay there and take what we give you, pretty girl.” Thrust… “You remember how to do that, don’t you?”
“Yes!”
Thrust… “What does Maksim call you?”
“His fucktoy.”
“And what are you right now, pretty girl?” I thrust hard, needing to be so much deeper.
“Oh, god… I’m… your pretty fucktoy.”
The combination makes Maksim and me let out a soft laugh, so I roll with it. “That’s right, baby.” Thrust… “What do good, pretty fucktoys get?”
“To come!” she rushes out, doing her best not to move, to stay perfectly still. “Pretty fucktoys get to come.” She nods to herself with a smile, knowing she’ll be rewarded. “Oh my god…”
She flutters around my dick, grasping like she doesn’t want to let go, and I’m so fucking close to losing it. She’s so fucking perfect for me. Everything I will ever want or need.
“Such a gorgeous little Duchess, taking my dick in your ass, Parker’s pierced cock up your pristine pussy. How do you feel, wife? Hmm?”
“The prettiest. I’m so pretty. I’m—” Thrust “hO, fuck me—” Thrust “I’m Parker’s pretty girl. I’m your fucktoy. I’m…” Thrust “Oh, please.”
I shove my hand into her hair and bring her face up to mine. “What else do pretty girls get when they’re being so…” Thrust “so…” Thrust “so good for me?” Thrust… Thrust… Thrust.
Her fingernails dig into my ribcage. “Good girls get your cum deep in their pussy. Are you going to come for me?”
“I am,” Thrust “I’m going to come,” Thrust “and soak in your pussy,” Thrust “until Maks fills your ass.” Thrust “So you’re gonna reach down and play with your clit.
” Thrust… “She’s been neglected, and you need to touch her,” Thrust She obeys without hesitation.
The second her fingers tap on her clit, her inner walls grip me and her thigh shakes.
“That’s my good fucking girl, baby.” Thrust “Don’t fucking stop…
you’re doing so, so, so good, babygirl…”
Maks looks like he’s barely hanging on by a fucking thread.
A warm shiver runs between my shoulder blades, around my ribcage, coils around my stomach, and down to my balls, making them feel so heavy, ready to spill.
“There you are, baby. Fuck… take my come.” Thrust With a groan I take her mouth with mine, thrusting my tongue into it.
She squeals on her next squeeze, my dick hardens to fucking granite and I feel every one of my throbs match the pulses of her inner walls, grasping and massaging every ounce of my cum out of me.
“God, that’s so fucking good. You feel like forever,” I pant.
Sabrina’s eyes fly open wide and I feel Mak’s thrust turn brutal.
He covers her mouth with his while I play with her tits, pinching and tweaking her nipples like she likes.
Her pussy flutters around me again, her hand going faster, still playing with her clit.
He squeezes her throat, and she gasps as his groans turn guttural.
“That’s it, Duchess. Even when you’ve already come, you always need one more, don’t you? So sweet for Parker, such a good fucking girl for Parker, but he doesn’t know you’re such a greedy little wife.”
“I’m s-sorry!”
“Make it up to me,” he bites back, fucking up deeper into her. “I bet your pussy’s already squeezing him tight again, milking out more of his cum like the greedy, filthy fucking girl you are, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” she gasps.
He laughs at her then looks at me. I nod. Who am I to get between a marital spat? Every punishing pump of his hips makes Sabrina glide up and down my shaft. “Go on, wife, let him feel the way you come with your husband’s thick cock up your ass.”
“Go on, baby,” I encourage. “I want to feel the way you come for your husband.”
Her eyes cross when she comes, doing just as Maks said and milking my shaft of whatever I can give her.
It takes Maks another few seconds before he’s following us into the sweet abyss.
Judge Anna smiles at me as Sabrina puts her ring on my finger.
My heart is seizing in my chest at the black titanium band and the little pink diamond in the center.
This is the moment I’ve been desperate for.
“By the power vested in me and the State of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife and husband.”
I wrap my arms around Sabrina and lift her, kissing her totally and completely without reservations for the first time in front of our friends and family.
Raven and her trio stand behind us, along with Aleksi, Niko, Sasha, his wife and the twins.
Surprisingly enough, Aristide is here, too, along with Tildy.
Even with a small crowd, the applause echoes in the small courtroom.
I didn’t need or want anything big or fancy.
Rory and Dayton tried to make it out here, but their connecting flight in Denver was delayed due to a heavy snowstorm.
Thankfully, Raven was willing to FaceTime with her, so she could watch.
Look at you, Mr. Married. She grins widely, happy tears streaming down her face.
Red hair up in a messy knot on her head, the bags under her eyes are huge, and my baby sister looks so exhausted.
I know she doesn’t have her hearing aid on or turned up since she’s signing. I’m so sad I couldn’t make it.
I lift my hands while Raven holds the phone for me. Just come by when you can. I love you.
Her eyes widen when she looks over my shoulder. Love you, too. Tell Sabrina I'll call her later. She hangs up, and I'm left blinking at the phone. “She hung up,” I tell Raven, and she puts the phone in the pocket of her purple sweater dress.
I turn to see Niko talking to Maks and Sabrina gliding to me.
Her swoopy bangs are curtained, and her hair is down in waves, cascading over her shoulder and down her back.
She’s wearing a simple, long-sleeved, flowy white gown, the kind I always imagined she’d wear when I married her in a barn on a farm in Georgia.
But this? This is just as good. She smiles up at me, those pretty eyes of hers lit up, and nothing but happiness is all over her. She’s fucking glowing.
“You are the most beautiful woman alive, Sabrina. God, you make my heart ache.”
Maksim comes up behind her as she plants a kiss on me. He puts a hand on her shoulder. “Ready?”
I nod.
When we leave the courthouse to get back to the mansion, since we’re having the reception there, they all get into a limo. We hang back and get into the second one with Niko driving. We both turn to Sabrina, who is sitting between us. She eyes us curiously. “Yes?”
I pull my half of the ring out of my pocket and open the little velvet box.
Her eyes immediately well up with tears, but she stays quiet.
I clear my throat, clawing through the emotion swelling.
“I know we just said our vows, but I'd like to make one more, if that’s okay?” I take her hand in mine and slip the ring on her finger.
“I promise I will love you through all of it over and over again. I will choose you—us—this family every time. I don’t know what the future holds, baby, but I know I don’t have one without you in it.
So that’s my vow. That I will love you through all of it. ”
I kiss her with everything I have, then pull out my handkerchief so she can blow her nose. She looks down at the pink triangular diamond. “It’s… that’s a, ehrm… different shape,” she says with curiosity. “And… color.”
I huff out a laugh. “Yeah, well…”
Maksim takes her hand.
“Yes?”
“I have the other half, wife.”
“Oh.” Sabrina grins sheepishly.
“A few weeks ago you said something that struck me… and then I… I saw you in action. I saw the woman who became the dark of me… and completed a swift execution. You are the most incredible woman I know, Sabrina. I am so incredibly lucky that you are my wife,” he says while sliding his half of the ring onto her finger.
It hooks perfectly. Together, both triangles are a marquee shape.
The pink fades into the black diamond. “This ring is for you. To remind you, every day, that you are the light in the dark—”
I cup her face so she looks at me, “—and the dark in the light. But it doesn’t make you less than for accepting it, baby.
It makes you even more powerful than you can fathom.
No matter what you face, you will always make it out alive.
” I pause, looking into her eyes. “Like this diamond, you’re unbreakable.
And when you’re tired of being resilient, you have us. ”
Maks nods. “You are my entire life, cara mia. You are all we will need. Ever.”
Sabrina erupts in tears, grabbing us both, kissing us, only pulling away to blow her nose. She tries to talk, but all she’s doing is hiccupping and sobbing for a while. We’re halfway across Brooklyn Bridge when she can finally talk.
“I’m really glad you think so, because all I want in this life is us.
I know we’ll be able to handle anything life throws our way because we have each other.
I love you. I would cross a landfill full of explosives for you.
But I would also be anything you need me to be so you can always feel how much I love you through it all.
Just don’t ever fucking die on me or get kidnapped again. ”
“I can’t make any promises,” Maksim grins, kissing Sabrina on the cheek.
“Reaper keeps throwing me back,” I joke, leaning in to do the same.
She shakes her head and sighs in defeat. “Can I at least get a service dog?”