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“Lay me down, Savage. I need to feel your weight on me.” She demands, and I do. Grinning like a madman when she shouts, “Fuck!Yes!”
I cover her mouth with mine, shoving my tongue as deep as it can go, her internal walls milking my shaft. When she screams into my mouth and clenches like a vise around me, I fuck. Fuck.Fuck. And come with a roar of my own.
It takes a moment for any sound and vision to come back once my heart slows. I look down to my girl looking back up at me, green eyesshimmering like glittering emeralds. I seethe words I’m dying to hear in them. It’senough… for now.
Chapter Thirty-One
Maksim.
Leaving Damon's office hardly ever makes me feel better.
I should be going to him with my wife, except I know there’s so much more I have to work on myself before I can take my wife’s critical (and probably accurate) judgements. Besides, she hasn’t had many complaints lately. Still, today’s early session made me feelworse.
Especially after having watched what transpired in Sabrina's office at the firm.Seventeen minutes. That's how long Kane had been in her office. How long it took her to break.
Then, this morning, we found her downstairs, sipping a cup of tea, on the phone, with her laptop on the island. While I do not mind my wife staying home whatsoever, she simply said, “I'm going to rest for a little while." While Parker and I thought she meant to go back to bed after we had kept her up until close to midnight, she did not do that.
Sabrina called Lily and asked how many semesters she had left to complete her law degree while she was on the phone with Columbia.Then, she paid for it while a stuttering Lily rattled off her information to whoever was on the other line.Afterwards, she wired Lilya year's worth of wagesas a severance package so Lily could focus on school and only school. Once she was done with all of that, Sabrina put in her own letter of resignation at Winters & Co Law Firm, effective immediately. My sweet little wife kissed me ever so tenderly...and thenwent back upstairs and took a nap.
Is this her snapping?
Damon said “Possibly.”
Like that was supposed to make me feel better.
It didn’t.
I take out my phone once I'm back in the SUV. For once, Sasha is driving me. Niko is otherwise preoccupied with the bottom floor of Eden - or rather, withwhois waiting for us. Seems my guys were busyand a lot closer to finding Brodsky than I had originally thought. Then again, the dancers at Eden tend to hear and see things my guys don't.
Brodsky was a lot easier to find, cautiously circulating Eden and our usual haunts – places I haven't been to in a while, due to being preoccupied with learning my wife's body. I do my best to not let my father's warnings replay in my head. Taking Damon’s advice to focus on the good things, I fixate on the fact that while I was enjoying my wife, I gave the order to find Brodsky – and it’s been fulfilled. I haven’t failed. That’s what’s important.
Look at me, killing men in the day, fucking my wife at night. I can get used to this nine-to-five shit. Just a regular Joe – doing regular Joe things.
Speaking of my wife, I pluck out my phone from my suit jacket pocket and pull up the thread I have going with Parker.
Me: How is she?
Savage: Still asleep.
Me: Should we wake her?
Savage: No thanks. I like having eyeballs. But you can try once you get home.
Me: I'm calling Tildy.
Savage: Tildy already called me. Due to David calling her.
Me: And?
Savage: She's ecstatic.
Of course, she is. I've overheard Tildy telling Derek how much she wished my wife would do anything other than family law, seeing as how it's been taking a toll on her daughter's mental health.
How much practicing law has been taking a toll on Sabrina, I don't know. I probably should, but Parker seemed to be just as surprised as I was.Damon says I did the right thing not pressing for more, but it’s killing me not to. I want inside of my wife’s thoughts, no matter how deranged. I want to know them and own them like my own.
I’ve become an obsessed mess for my wife, and I don’t give a fuck. Because when she looks at me – or gets a little jealous – I know shefeels the same. I relish in knowing that, even if my wife hasn’t told me she loves me, she makes me feel loved. Every day. She never fails to let me know she’s not only comfortable with me, but she trusts me.
Back at the Deli that connects to Eden, I go through the old wrought iron elevator that descends between the buildings. Down, down, down I go, into the bottomless pit that smells of crimson and bodily fluids.
