Page 110 of Scream
By the time I make it to the penthouse, I’m pitching a tent large enough for a circus. I punch in the code, stride inside and growl when I don't see her in the kitchen, where it smells delicious. My stomach growls, even though I ate the food she brought me from the bistro after my earlier shower. Either way, food isn’t what I want. I know they’re no longer in the gym – I watched when they left and went upstairs to shower. So I march up the stairs, taking two at a time, and find her in our bedroom, brushing her waist-length, still-damp hair. She’s sitting at the vanity I had assembled for her while she had her little tantrum and stayed at her mansion in Brooklyn. She’s wearing her little silk pink robe. It sits untied and open, calling to me to slip it off, so myhungry eyes can feast.
“On the bed, wife,” I snarl, unable to remain calm at the prospect of having my wife come for me. It’s an affliction at this point. I want her,needher writhing for me, beneath me, above me. I need to take everything she gives me every time. I need to hoard every whimper, every moan, every tear. Like a devil bewitched by a beautiful enchantress, I’ve been cursed, but I don’t want to ever break this spell. Not when she looks at me like that. Like she’d let me be the cause of her absolute extinction only to bring her back to life.
“Maksim?” Green eyes wide, a little frightened but intrigued, groomed brows raised.
Entranced, I blink. “Stand. Lose the robe.”
My demure little wife humors me, doing as I ask. Getting up and letting the material pool at her ankles in a puddle of pink silk.
“On the bed.”
Sabrina takes torturously slow steps to our marital bed and sits on it.I don’t know what I'm doing, but it feels right to me. Everything feels right to me when it comes to her. I watch a shiver roll through her in anticipation. “Lay back, spread your legs.”
She leans back on her elbows, and when her eyes dart behind me, I know Parker is standing at the doorway watching us. She doesn’t look guilty… she looks excited. Her thighs fall open, and before me is the most gorgeous sight of her cunt, slightly pink, a little abused, but empty. The only small sign of her arousal is the way her delicate little clit is swelling for me, and sheglistens.
“More,” I demand. “Spread yourself completely open for your husband,wife.”
She hikes her knees to her chest as I prowl closer.
“More. Reach down and open yourself up to me.”
With a nervous glance, she shoves two fingers into her mouth, so wanton, so fucking sexy. She slides them down her body and splays her pussy for my hungry eyes to devour the vision. The knowledge that she’s not only allowing me to order her around, but follows directions so well, gets me harder than I was at the office watching her get fucked through the screen on my phone.
“Dip your finger into your cunt.”
She blinks. “I can’t do that.”
I raise a brow. “Why not?”
“It doesn’t feel right when I do it… it…” she shakes her head. “Please don’t make me do that.”
Oh, but she will. “Keep your eyes on me, wife. Circle your clit with your fingertip and then dip it into yourself. You’re warming up my dinner. I like it hot.”
She tugs her lower lip between her teeth and fuck, I miss the way her lips feel wrapped around my cock. “Maksim-”
“Exactly. Me. Maksim. Now do as I say.”
Tentatively, she obeys. One little manicured fingertip rolls around the precious pink gem, and a soft moan escapes her, but those jade eyes don’t leave mine. I quirk a brow and watch as she dips, barely a knuckle, into herself. “More. I want to see if Parker left anything behind.”
Her eyes widen.
“Oh, yeah. You put on a great show for me. Now, Sabrina. Finger your pretty pussy. I’m waiting.”
“Maksim, please.”
“Please what, Duchess? Hmm? Just a little more.”
She blinks slowly, a fire in her eyes igniting. Another soft moan escapes her plush lips, and I'm on the ground, on my knees, so I can get a closer look. So I can inspect the way my beautiful wife’s arousal coats her finger when she begins to pump it, in… and out.
“Just like that, wife. Such a greedy pussy, look how she weeps for me. You’ve already gotten fucked, but you’re desperate for more, aren’t you?” I get closer, and kiss the curve of her ass, watching as she drips. A clear line of her wetness slides down to her asshole, and my tongue swipes out to catch it, loving the long groan that leaves her when I wiggle my tongue against her.
“Maksim, please.”
“Please what, Duchess? Do it myself?Fine.” I have no self-control when it comes to my wife. Not when her lips are parted, her chest, and all of her is on display for me – a playground for my fingers to explore. I lick my ring finger and join hers, shoving it into her slick pussy, loving the way our marriage bands and her engagement ring touch. Her breath hitches again, and I go deeper. “Move your hand, Duchess.”
It takes no time at all for her to move her hand. My tongue darts out to taste her, to latch onto her clit, and suck her into my mouth, for my tongue to roll and lave, and devour my wife. I shove a second finger into her sopping wet cunt, finger fucking her until she falls back and her back arches, pushing her breasts together, and she rocks her hips, chasing my fevered kisses.
“Oh god, Maksim, please! Please! I need you!”
