25. Chapter 24
Chapter 24
Savannah
A fter breakfast, Kate arrives at the cabin and fusses over the pair of us. Since I have to work today anyway, Kate takes Kenzi home with her, while Declan and I head to the little shops downtown to find whatever clothing we can. All in all, it’s a productive morning. One shop in particular has a good kids’ section, and I manage to get several things for Kenzi.
Declan refuses to let me pay. He also makes sure I have all the essentials—bras and panties, jeans and T-shirts. I’m very low maintenance and only need a few toiletries and light makeup items.
A surge of contentment courses through me as we drive towards Declan’s cabin, his warm hand on my thigh filling me with a reassuring sense of belonging. I’m becoming too comfortable, and the thought brings me back to reality.
A chilling feeling washes over me. I’ll be alone again. Knowing the danger he poses; I must gather the courage to break away from him before he destroys me. I’m falling for him, and I can’t allow myself to do that. I need to put some distance between us.
“When can I return to my cabin and start cleaning? Kenzi and I need to get back into our own beds. Children thrive when they are on a routine,” I state matter-of-factly.
Declan’s hand on my thigh tightens, sending an electric shock through me, and I tense, as if expecting something dreadful to happen. His nostrils flare in fury, his face turning red as the hand on the wheel turns white due to the strength of his grip. “Vannah,” he whispers with a heavy sigh. “You’ll be here in my house for the foreseeable future.”
“Declan, I can’t just move in with you,” I snap, my tone sharp and biting, my eyes blazing with fury at his audacity to suggest such a thing. “Please be sensible.”
“No, you be sensible. You’re willing to stay alone in a house that’s been ravaged by a violent lunatic? That doesn’t sound sensible at all.”
“We haven’t been together long enough for me to move in with you. Besides, I already owe you too much and will have to work double shifts to pay you back.”
“Says who?”
On the road that winds around the mountain, he finds a hidden spot to pull over, surrounded by dense foliage that conceals our presence from passing cars.
He forcefully grabs a fistful of my hair, pressing his lips against mine and exploring my mouth with his tongue, teasing mine with his. His mouth tastes like a combination of mint and sweetness. I try to stifle a moan, but I can’t help but enjoy the way he takes control.
When we separate, he keeps my face near his, his fingers entwined in a handful of my hair. We are so close that our noses are practically touching, the warmth of our breath mingling in the air. Declan’s piercing gaze meets mine, holding my attention completely. “Moving back home is not an option if it means jeopardizing your safety and our daughter’s. My ability to protect you hinges on your presence by my side. Even after this is over, you’ll continue living under my roof. Make yourself at home because I want to be a family. You, me, Kenzi and any other babies I can fuck into your belly.” He reaches down and puts a hand across my stomach. “Hopefully, there’s a baby in there now.”
Gasping in shock, my voice trembles as I shout louder than I mean to, “I can’t believe you said that again! Let me remind you, Declan James Walker, I am not currently interested in starting a family.”
Declan chuckles. “Well, baby girl, it’s as if you don’t know how babies are made. I’ve been shooting my cum as deep into your cunt as I can get, and I’m going to keep shooting it in there every chance I get.”
He pulls my hair until my head leans back on my neck. My pussy, the traitorous little whore, gushes with arousal from his rough and demanding treatment. Declan leans toward me and starts kissing down my neck, while his other hand reaches behind me, grabbing my ass.
“Declan, I told you, I need to get on birth control, or we need to start using condoms.”
“There’s no way in hell you are putting any barrier between me and you. There won’t be anything that keeps me from coming and spraying these pussy walls with my seed. Nothing.”
He licks my neck and sucks hard, and I know I’m going to have hickeys. “You’re leaving marks. Everyone is going to see.”
“Good. I want them to know you belong to me.”
It feels too good as his hand leaves my ass and slips upward under my shirt. I can feel his callused hands on my back, and it makes me even wetter. My panties are soaked. I’m getting desperate and ready to submit as his cock-filled jeans rub my pussy. I have thin leggings on so I can feel his hard dick rubbing against me in just the right place.
“Oh God, Declan,”
“What, baby? Is that little pussy dripping for me?”“Yes, Declan. Please.”“ What do you want, baby girl?”
My cheeks burn, but I know he’s trying to make me ask for what I want.
“But we don’t have a condom, baby. Imagine the ecstasy of feeling my skin against yours and experiencing every powerful thrust into that tight, warm hole, with no barriers or restrictions,” Declan taunts.
He’s not playing fair. It’s obvious he enjoys teasing me knowing I’m desperate to come, especially with the way he continues to rub his hard cock against me while pushing me down on his lap. Just when I think I’m going to come, the fucker stops. Letting go of my hair, he moves his hand to my throat, squeezing but not cutting my air off completely.
Slowly, he begins rubbing my soaking wet pussy again. Not enough for me to come, but enough to keep me on edge and ready to beg. The bench seat in the truck leaves us little room to move.
“Didn’t you say you didn’t want me to fuck you bare?”
“Please, Declan.” My voice quivers, desperation lacing every syllable.
“What is it you need me to do?” he asks, a confident smirk on his face, oozing with cockiness. “I won’t give you what you want unless you say it.”
“I want you to make love to me,” I snap, my voice laced with frustration and anger, my eyes blazing with intensity.
His mouth turns up into a wide smile. “You want to make love, or you want to be fucked? It’s two different things, Savannah, and I’ll give you whichever one you want.”
“Fuck me, Declan, please fuck me,” I implore.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, undoing the buttons on his jeans and revealing his erect dick, standing proud. With his help, I quickly discard my soaked leggings and panties, clearing them out of our way. With a sense of urgency, I position myself on his lap, his hands gripping my hips tightly as we become one. The sensation of him entering me, filling and stretching me makes me feel whole again. Sighing with relief, I close my eyes and let the feeling wash over me. I’m overcome with an intense urge to connect with him, like my very existence depends on it.
With his hands gripping my hips, I slide up and down on his rigid shaft, savoring the sensation of his hard length inside me. He thrusts up inside of me and my arousal leaks down around his hard cock, allowing him to slide in and out of me effortlessly. My pussy pulses and squeezes his huge cock.
This feeling of fullness and completeness is new to me. Every time with Declan is better than the last.
“I’m going to spray you with my cum and keep shoving it back inside you until you’re pregnant. I want your tits leaking milk and your stomach to grow. You’re going to let me suck that milk from your body and it’s going to taste sweet. Almost as good as your pussy tastes.”
I moan as Declan’s touch on my clit propels me into a mind-blowing orgasm, where I see dazzling stars. The sound of my heart pounding fills my ears as I struggle to catch my breath, panting heavily. Declan forcefully thrusts back into me, and my body goes limp in response.
His face contorts like he’s in agony as he pumps vigorously inside me, causing waves of pleasure to cascade over me. Everything feels aligned, as if fate has brought us to this moment. Declan lets out a loud groan, and I feel his hot cum spraying inside of me and my pussy flutters, as if it’s sucking the cum deep inside.
Declan grabs my cheeks and holds them while we lock eyes. “What did we just do? Tell me, say it.”
“We had sex.”
“No, that too, but what else?”
“We fucked,” I sass back, my voice dripping with sarcasm, and fire burning in my eyes. Am I trying to get a spanking?
“Baby girl, we did fuck, but we also made a baby. I fucked my cum into your greedy pussy, and just like last time, and every time from here on in, I did it without a condom. Are we on the same page?”
He uses the hold he has on my face to shake my head up and down. “I want to hear you say it out loud, Savannah.”
“You fucked your baby into me,” I respond with an eyeroll.
“Good girl, and whose pussy is this?” he asks as he takes one hand and cups my pussy.
I’m dripping wet and not all of it is his cum. Some of it is me getting even wetter from Declan’s dominance.
I know if I don’t comply with his demands, I’m going to get fucked again; not that it’s a hardship, but I need to get to work. Declan doesn’t want me to go back to the diner, but I refuse to leave the Parkers short staffed. They’ll find someone to fill my position if I give them notice. Already sensing that Declan is going to say that I can’t go back I brace myself. The Parkers didn’t have any part in trying to hurt me and I would feel bad leaving them hanging.
He must take my silence as an act of disobedience, because he silently deposits me back into the passenger seat, huffs, tucks his dick back into his jeans, zips himself up, and starts the engine. As he’s navigating the winding road back to the cabin, I hastily redress in my damp panties and leggings.
When we pull up in front of Declan’s cabin, I wait as he turns off the truck.
Turning and looking at me, he says, “Let’s drop our things off at the house and get you to work. ”
“I’m going to get a quick shower.”
“No, you’re not,”
“Declan, what the hell do you mean? I can’t take a shower?”
“You’re going to work with my cum dripping down your thighs, so that stupid fuck at the diner knows who you belong to.”
“You planned this! You intentionally fucked me on the side of the road so you could send me to work smelling like I’m freshly fucked.”
“I did, and you are freshly fucked by your man. Don’t forget who you belong to. Now let’s unpack the clothes so I can take you to work.”
“Hell no, you aren’t taking me anywhere, Declan. I’m driving myself, asshole.”
After Declan unlocks the door, I push my way through and go to where I left my purse and keys. I drop the shopping bags and head out of the house.
“Don’t you dare leave this fucking house, woman. If you do, I’m spanking your ass when you get home,” he calls as I rush past him.
“Good. I can’t wait to get my first spanking. Up until now, you’ve been all bark and no bite.” Unable to stop myself I chuckle.
With a quick leap into the car, my heart pounds as I hastily turn the ignition, the engine roaring to life. The screeching of the tires echo through the trees as I speed away, fearing what’s going to happen when I get back home. The fear and anticipation of being spanked makes my already wet panties even wetter.
Once I make it to the diner, I pull Darlene aside, explaining that I got another job opportunity that allows me to take my daughter with me and spend more time at home. She draws me into a hug and says she understands, and that they appreciate me giving them notice before leaving.
Chet keeps glaring at me and making smartass comments, but I just ignore him. I’m not comfortable with his behavior, but I have no idea what to do about it except tough it out until I leave in two weeks.
During my break, I walk to the back of the diner and Chet corners me, putting his hands on my hips and pulling my body to his. I struggle to get free but can’t.
“Chet, don’t touch me!” I snap furiously, my fists clench, ready to defend my boundaries. Chet’s grip tightens, his fingers digging into my flesh.
With a surge of strength, I stomp on his foot, causing him to loosen his hold for a moment. Seizing the opportunity, I twist my body, breaking free from his grasp. My instincts kick in, and I swiftly elbow him in the gut, forcing him to double over in pain.
Breathing heavily, I sprint towards the diner’s storage room, my legs propelling me forward. But Chet is relentless, his anger fueling his pursuit. Darlene is out front, serving customers, and the kitchen staff are all out of sight. Unless I scream and someone hears, they won’t know what is happening. The last thing I want to do is cause a commotion, though. As I look around for an escape route, I sense him come up behind me, right before he grabs me, wrapping his forearm around my throat.
“Do you feel how hard my dick is, Savannah? That’s your fault. You do that to me, and then you fuck around with that asshole lumberjack.”
“I don’t owe you anything, Chet. We are nothing more than friends.” Jerking out of his hold, I attempt to straighten my clothes.
“You fucking whore. I can smell him on you.” He glares at me with cruelty and rage in his eyes as his nose wrinkles in disgust. It’s not bad, in fact I kinda like it, but I do smell like I’ve been thoroughly owned by Declan, and I am glad I do. Maybe now, Chet will understand that I’m taken. Rushing away from him, still determined not to scream for help, I walk further down the hall to where the office is. Darlene does the paperwork for the business in there during our slow times.
I can hear his heavy footsteps closing in, the sound echoing in my ears. I reach for the nearest object, a metal tray, and swing it behind me with all my might. The tray connects with a loud clang, hitting Chet square in the face, momentarily stunning him .
My mind races, searching for a haven, a place where I can find refuge. Determined to not be caught alone with this asshole again, I rush toward the front of the diner where all the customers and staff are. As I glance back to check he’s not following me, I notice him glaring at me before he slopes off back to the kitchen. His parting expression gives me the creeps. Chet has gone too far this time. Thank God I’m leaving this job. If I can just stay out front, where there are witnesses, until I finish working my notice, I’ll hopefully stay off his radar.
Tonight, I work until closing, which isn’t normally a problem, but it’s Chet’s night to stay late too. Uneasy about staying in the diner any longer than I have to, I grab my purse, phone, and keys and walk out the front door to go to my car. Normally, he walks me out when we leave late at night, but tonight, he is the threat I have to worry about, so I quicken my pace. I had to park further down from the diner because we were so busy when I arrived this afternoon.
As I’m halfway across the parking lot, the sudden roar of an engine and screeching of tires jolts my body with paralyzing fear. My eyes narrow in fury as the blinding headlights invade my vision, the car’s unyielding approach fueling my rage with each passing second. At first, I think it’s someone just blinding me with their headlights, but I quickly realize that’s not the case .
In that moment, my heart freezes in terror, convinced that Derek has finally made the chilling decision to end my life. That’s until a flicker of blonde hair and a pale face appears from the murky shadows of the dimly lit parking lot. The knowledge of who’s behind the wheel of the car hits me like a bolt of lightning, but there is no time for me to process the terrifying implications.
The engine revs again as the car moves forward, picking up speed. Making a split-second decision, I jump out of the way and roll on the ground, just as the car passes where I’d been standing. The driver backs the car up, preparing to come after me again. Scrambling to my feet, and I try to make a dash for to my car but fall down, hitting the ground on my knees. I have no option but to roll underneath the nearest vehicle, which just happens to be Chet’s car.
Out of nowhere, I hear Chet screaming, “No, you crazy bitch. You aren’t supposed to kill her. We had a plan, and you couldn’t stick to it. I’ve called the cops, and they’re on the way.”
Lisa climbs out of the car. Her hair is disheveled, and her makeup is running down her face, making her look like a wet raccoon.
She stumbles, her voice filled with rage as she yells at Chet, “How could you call the cops on me, you asshole?” Her words pierce the air, a mix of anger and hurt. In a sudden burst of fury, she slaps him across the face, the sound echoing through the night.
Her words are slurred, and she’s unable to stand up and walk straight. She smells like she’s been bathed in alcohol. Just then, I see headlights pulling into the parking lot.
Chet grabs her arms and shakes her. “She was mine. You weren’t supposed to kill her. The deal was that we split them up, and you get Declan, and I get Savannah. Everyone would have been happy, but no, you couldn’t stick with the plan.”
From my position under Chet’s car, I see Mason jumping from his car and running towards us.
“Chet, get your goddamn hands off the lady.”
“Lady? This cunt wouldn’t know a lady if one hit her in the face.”
Mason’s arrival gives me the assurance that it’s safe to come out from my hiding place. A little bruised and banged up, I stand on shaky legs and watch the scene before me, my trembling arms wrapped around my middle.
Lisa and Chet are handcuffed and placed in the back of the sheriff’s deputy’s car.
Mason approaches slowly with both hands up, as if he’s surrendering. “Savannah, honey, are you alright?”
“I’m okay,” I lie. I’m not okay. Why is Chet wearing handcuffs? Why did he keep saying something about a plan? This is surreal .
“Now look, tell me the truth, because my brother is on the way, and he is going to kill me if you don’t get taken care of properly.”
Just as Mason speaks, I hear a roaring engine, and a familiar old pickup truck pulls into the lot. Declan jumps out almost before it stops. Running over to me, he wraps me in his arms in a panic. Backing up, he looks me over frantically. “Baby, are you okay? What happened? Talk to me, Savannah.” The words come out of his mouth so fast that it leaves me with no time to speak.
Mason steps forward. “Declan, please calm down. She’s okay. How’d you get here so fast?”
“I tried to take her to work this afternoon, but she was stubborn and left on her own. I didn’t want to leave her to come home alone at night with that fucking lunatic running the streets.” After Declan catches his breath, he starts in on Mason again, “Don’t tell me to calm down, Mason, when the love of my life was almost killed tonight.”
“Okay, brother, I know. We can’t help her if you don’t calm down. I need to write up a report.”
Declan continues to check me over from head to toe, pulling my arms out straight and looking at my hands that are now scraped up from falling on the concrete. My knees are both skinned and bleeding. I’m sore but it could have been much worse.
“What the fuck happened here?” Declan demands .
Mason explains before I can get a word in, “Chet called the station. He said someone was driving erratically in the parking lot. I hurried down here, and by then, Lisa and Chet were standing in the middle of the parking lot, arguing. The car was left idling with the door open. Lisa is drunk as a skunk, and Chet is talking. This was premeditated, so she’s going to prison.”
“What the hell is wrong with that woman? Lisa did this, after all she’s done to our family?” Declan asks in disbelief, shaking his head back and forth. “And what the hell does Chet have to do with any of this? He’s handcuffed in the back of the squad car too?
I know if I don’t speak up Declan will be pissed later, so I come clean about what happened at work earlier. Declan isn’t happy at all, and the embarrassment I feel having to tell him what Chet said, in front of Mason, is horrible. I’ve never wanted to crawl under a rock and hide so bad.
As I recount my story, Mason nods his head back and forth, but his eyes look tired.
Declan leans down and kisses me on the head, and then his eyes lock on Mason. “I want to talk to Lisa, right now.”
Mason’s brows furrow, and his voice turns sharp and biting as he reluctantly retorts, “Declan, that’s not a good idea. If I let you go near that banshee tonight, you might kill her. ”
“Yeah, I fucking might, but she would deserve it, don’t you think?” Declan spits out.
“I can’t let you touch her, and there’s no way in hell I’m letting you near Chet at all. I know his death would be on my conscience if I did.”
“Come on, sweetheart,” Declan says, ignoring his brother and pulling me into a tight embrace. I try to stop when I realize he’s taking me with him to talk to his crazy ex.
“Declan,” I whisper, my voice quivering. “I can’t bring myself to go over there. That woman is batshit crazy.”
“No, I want her to see you. What she tried to take away from me.” He leans over and kisses me on the temple. “I promise you she won’t touch you, but it’s going to piss her off even more, seeing me hold you, knowing there’s no way in hell she’ll ever have a chance with me again. Call me petty but I want to hurt her as much as she’s hurt me.”
Declan leads me over to Lisa, who now stands handcuffed, with Mason standing behind her, holding her in place. He’s taken her out of the car to give Declan better access to her. To give Mason his due, he’s clearly trying to allow his brother the closure he needs without crossing the line into criminal territory. I admire him even more for what he’s doing for Declan—for us.
“You cunt,” Declan growls, his voice laced with venom. “Why would you do this?” His fists clench tightly and his face flushes with anger, as he struggles to control his rage.
Lisa’s face contorts into a fiery scowl, and tears stream down her cheeks in big, ugly streaks. She mirrors Declan’s stance—well, as much as she’s able to in handcuffs—with an equal simmering rage. “She stole you from me, Declan. I had to do something. I see the way you look at her, and I knew if I didn’t kill her, you’d never let her go,” she cries, playing her role as the victim to perfection. Then, she starts pleading with him. “I love you. We can still make this work. We have Cole. He’s your child.”
“Cold-hearted, delusional bitch,” Declan says as he shakes his head in disbelief. “You know damn well that little boy isn’t mine. Maybe I should feel guilty that his mother will soon be behind bars. But the thing is, you were never much of a mother to him. He’ll be better off without you.”
Lisa continues to cry hysterically, but it doesn’t seem to affect Declan.
“Lisa, I’m going to use every resource I have to make sure you rot in prison. You took so much from my family, and I let you get away with it, but you tried to take the mother of my child tonight and for that, I’ll come at you with everything I have. I’ll be seeing you at every parole hearing, to make sure you are kept behind bars where you belong.”
Turning his back on her, Declan takes my hand gently in his, guiding me towards his truck with a sorrowful look in his eyes, as if carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. As we walk away, I can hear Lisa screaming and begging Declan to come back and to forgive her.
Mason runs over with a set of keys in his hand. “I found these on the ground. Are they your keys, Savannah?”
“Yes,” I speak so low it’s almost a whisper.
“Mason, can you secure her car for us? I want her to ride home in the truck with me. I need to make sure that she’s okay.”
“Of course, brother,” he breathes, his voice tinged with a melancholic sigh, his gaze fixed on the ground. “You take care of your girl. I’m taking Chet and Lisa to lock up and then going home to get some shut-eye. I’ll check in with you both tomorrow.”