It’s hard. Fast. Brutal. Raw.
My hair is pulled, his fingers are in my mouth or my ass.
My nipples are pinched, pulled, tweaked, plucked.
There are finger-shaped bruises on my arms from where he handles me like a goddamn ragdoll.
I take every thrust, every spank, and every flick of his tongue like a champ.
If I’m not swallowing his cum, it’s in me or on me.
We don’t leave the room for an entire day.
We barely make it in time to the fundraiser.
When we get back home, every hole of mine is eaten and fucked.
We spendanother day in bed.
On the third day Parker almost breaks down the door. When Maksim opens it, Parker storms in. “She needs to eat and hydrate, you fucking asshole.”
Maksim doesn’t reply; he just turns and climbs back into bed, bringing me up to his chest. His smile is lazy, but his eyes… there’s still violence in them. A darkness I understand all too well. “Don’t worry. I planned on letting her rest today.”
Parker’s eyes go wild. “Oh, just today?”
Maksim does his Robert De Niro frown. “I mean, I can't keep making her every meal my cum.”
He absolutely can.Bothof them can, actually.
His lips kiss my temple, then he moves swiftly, blankets pushed down as he cups my breast.
I peek at Parker. “Are you coming to join us?” I don’t have to ask him twice. I giggle when he toes off his trainers then reaches behind his head and pulls off his shirt swiftly. The mattress dips under his weight, but when he pulls the blanket to get in, he hisses. “What is it?”
“You got bruises all over, baby,” he says while settling in beside me, Maksim lightly snoring behind me, hand on my sore hip, covered in bruises.
I grin. “I know.”
“Real proud of that, huh?” He lifts an arm, and I tuck into his side, head on his chest.
“Even better. I feel like his wife again.”
But it doesn’t last long.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Parker
She walks out of the doctor’s office, Damon behind her, as she wipes away a few tears. It’s the second time we’ve been here. The first time was alone, and she just got her labs done. This time, Damon met us here to go over everything with Sabrina with her doctor. Before reaching me, Damon stops her with a hand on her shoulder. Ever the gentleman, he helps her into her coat before getting into his. The words they exchange are low, so I can't hear them. But then she smiles at me while she reaches to hug him. The kind of hug that’s more fatherly than friend, and ends with Damon awkwardly and robotically patting her on the back.
They walk toward me again and Damon dips his chin. “Parker.”
“Damon,” I mimic.
“I’ll see you both later.” He raises his brows in Sabrina’s direction. “Magnesium,please. It’ll help with the cramps.”
Sabrina barely gets a nod in before Damon is turning away and exiting the building, where we follow after I get my coat back on. He’s gone by the time we make our exit. I help Bri get into the SUV and put her seatbelt on her, dropping a swift kiss to her lips.
It’s quiet for a bit, but I have to break the silence. “Do you want to tell me what all that was about?”
