28. Chapter 27
Chapter 27
Declan
A s I walk to the passenger side of the car, I try hard not to smack her ass again, but honestly, she needs a spanking. She was going to fucking leave me. Not only was she leaving, but she also took that little girl who I had fallen in love with. We are going to work this problem out and we won’t come home until we do. I sit her ass in the passenger seat and bend across her to buckle her in.
Looking at my girl, she’s pouting with her lip out, arms crossed across her middle, and looks mad enough to spit nails. That’s good. She’s going to need that spunk when I get her away from here. If we stay at home, she can go to her house, so we are going to a friend’s fishing cabin a couple of towns over by the lake. We are going to fuck or fight this out, but what we won’t be doing is walking away from one another, ever.
“I’ll be damned if you are ever walking away from me. If I have to tie you to the bed and fuck you until you can’t walk, that’s what I’ll do,” I tell her with a smirk .
For the rest of the journey, she stays silent, arms crossed as she stares at the passing scenery.
After a short time, I pull the vehicle up to the lake-side cabin. As Savannah gets out, she tries to slam the car door, and I just chuckle. I’m furious at her, but she’s mine and we will have more disagreements no doubt. She just has to learn that no matter what, I am hers, and she is mine. There is no other option.
We get to the door, and I knock. As the door opens, my buddy greets us but doesn’t touch Savannah. I know that if I touched his woman, Sam, I would lose my hands, literally. Marcello is a bit of a psycho, but if he’s on your side, he’s loyal until his last breath. I would never want to be on his bad side, though, and most people don’t live to talk about it if they are.
He’s a tall guy, brown eyes, tattoos all over, including his neck. He’s got a thick beard and cropped brown hair.
“Marcello, this is my girlfriend, Savannah. Savannah, Marcello.” We walk in and stop by the kitchen table where Marcello has set out three shot glasses and a bottle of whiskey.
“Let’s celebrate the beautiful couple. We’ll all take a shot.”
Savannah picks up her shot glass and I stop her. “Not you. You get something healthy to drink.”
“But why would I not get to drink the same thing you are?” Savannah asks, annoyed .
“Because you’re pregnant with my kid and alcohol is not good for pregnant women.”
“Declan, I’m not pregnant, you asshole, and I can drink what I want to,” Savannah argues.
“If you aren’t already, you soon will be, so no alcohol.” I know she loves it when I take control, and she’s just upset by what happened at the sheriff’s station.
She picks up her shot glass and turns it up. The whole time, Marcello is observing our exchange with a mischievous grin on his face.
“Apple juice!” she screams, her voice quivering with anger as she slams down the glass, eyes widening at the sight of Marcello and me laughing. “You two gave me apple juice while you drink whiskey. How is that fair?”
Marcello and I chuckle as we turn up our shot glasses and enjoy our whiskey.
Tugging Savannah towards me, I pull her into my arms and grab a handful of her hair, pulling it so I can control her head. I crash my lips onto hers, running my tongue over her bottom lip, trying to force my way inside. It takes a few moments, but then she finally melts in my arms. She can’t resist our intense connection any more than I can. My girl tastes like the sweet apple juice she drank just a few minutes ago, and her mouth is warm. Greedily, I flick her tongue with mine, brushing it against hers. She’s kissing me back, and a moan escapes her as my other hand gravitates to her ass, and I grab a handful because it’s mine to grab.
After a minute or two, Marcello clears his throat. “Alright, kids, time for me to go. Dec, where’s your keys?”
Since Savannah stole my keys and my truck at the station earlier, I have a plan to send her car with Marcello. There’s no way for us to leave, and it’s a long walk through deeply wooded and winding mountain terrain. Pulling the keys from my pocket, I toss them to Marcello.
“Wait, why are you giving him my car keys, Declan? You did not just give our ride out of here away,” Savannah snaps.
“I did. We are going to work this out, or neither of us are going to leave.”
“You both are fucking psychos.”
“Excuse me, ma’am, but I only have psychopathic tendencies; I’m not a full-blown psychopath. My mother had me tested.” Marcello grins.
Savannah is so stunned by Marcello’s statement that she stays quiet until he leaves. He’s hilarious, once you get to know him, but he’s also insane. I was able to borrow the property we are staying in, and he is someone I trust not to help Savannah leave.
I know there’s only one way to settle this. Once I have my baby in her belly, I will be happy.
Marcello says goodbye and leaves, taking Savannah’s car so she has no choice but to talk to me. If she tries to escape, she won’t be able to get away. There’s nothing for miles but mountains and woods.
Marcello got together plenty of food and supplies, and his wife leaves a lot of things here. They also picked up some things I asked for. I had already planned to take Savannah on this trip, but then her house got ransacked and the video happened. I knew if I was going to surprise her, I couldn’t exactly carry a suitcase of clothes around with me, plus with the event that happened earlier, everything was shot to shit. Cello and Sam brought them and said if there’s anything else we need, we are free to use what’s here. Savannah is walking around the cabin looking at everything still, but not looking at me.
“Baby, we need to sit down and talk,” I speak softly, my voice filled with a heavy sadness that weighs on my every word.
She continues to ignore me.
“Savannah, now, goddammit. Get your ass in here before you get another spanking, and this time it will be more than one.”
She makes a face like she tasted something sour but walks into the living room and sits down on the couch. I sit down beside her and, needing to be closer, I pick her up and sit her on my lap. Turning her around, I place her legs on either side of me so she’s straddling me. Grabbing her chin, I lift it up so that her eyes are locked on mine .
“Baby, we have to talk, and I refuse to let this go. I know what happened hurt you, it hurt me too. If we stick together, we can get through anything.”
“You saw that video and you were disgusted, which I don’t blame you for. It was gross.” A lone tear runs down her cheek as she looks away from me, hiding her face. Her cheeks have turned red; I can tell she’s filled with shame. It causes a pain in my chest where my heart would be to see the pain this has caused her.
“Savannah, baby, look at me.”
“No, I can’t,” she cries, her voice filled with desperation, her eyes pleading for help. “I’m disgusting, and you said you couldn’t unsee it. I didn’t know, and I didn’t mean to make those sounds.” Her voice cracks and her lips begin to tremble.
I grab her cheeks and hold her face so she can’t look away from me. “Savannah, baby, look at me.” Once her eyes are on me, the tears flow faster, and her breaths come harder. “You are precious to me, and it wasn’t you who I was talking about. It was those goddamn pigs; I couldn’t watch them violate you.” The hand that isn’t holding her face in place clenches into a fist and turns white. I’m trying to stay calm, but thinking about that video and what they did to my Savannah pisses me off so badly that I want to hunt them down and kill them all.
“This wasn’t your fault. I swear to you, if I ever see Derek, it will be to kill that son of a bitch. That’s not how you treat your wife, the mother of your child. I will show you how you should have been treated, but you must stop running and trust me.”
Her brows furrow as if weighing up what I’m saying in her mind.
“I love you, Savannah, and I love Kenzi. She’s our daughter, not yours. You tried to run and take my world away from me. That’s what I’m angry at you for. Not the stupid video. Anything that I said during that was an instinctual and uncontrollable reaction. I wasn’t thinking of you misunderstanding it and taking it to mean you. All I could do was react in a pure rage for what they did to you.”
“I’m filthy and used. You are too good for me and—”
Moving my hand from her face to wrap my fingers around her small throat, I can’t stop the anger from swelling up inside me. Her words hit me like a tidal wave, crashing against the fragile walls of my heart. Tears well up in my eyes, threatening to spill over, as a knot forms in the pit of my stomach. The weight of her pain making it hard to breathe.
“I never want to hear you call yourself those names again, and God knows I’m not any better than you are. You are my life.”
Thinking of the abuse and pain that this woman has endured for years sends rage blazing through me all over again. I can feel my chest constricting, as if someone has wrapped a vise around my heart. The intensity of my emotions surge, causing my hands to tremble uncontrollably. I clench my fists, desperately trying to hold onto the fragments of composure I have left.
“Savannah, you are the strongest person I’ve ever met. You survived, and that’s something many people aren’t able to do. By keeping Kenzi safe, you escaped the horrors he subjected you to. You aren’t any of the things you just called yourself. Your inspiration motivates me to become a better person. A better husband, and a better father to our children.
“But, Declan, we aren’t married.”
“We will be, as soon as Derek fucking Anderson is found and out of our lives forever.”
“What if I say no?”
“You won’t, and if you do, I will get you to say yes.”
That makes my girl crack a small smile.
“Look at me, baby. What I said and did in that office was out of anger at the people who deserve it, and it wasn’t at all directed at you or anything you did. You were unconscious, for fuck’s sake. There are drugs that can cause that to happen, and it has nothing at all to do with you.”
She gives a small nod, but I doubt she believes me, yet, but she will, given time.
“I’m sorry, Savannah— ”
“For what?” she asks, confused.
“Because my reaction to that video hurt you, and I didn’t intend it to. I should have put my own feelings aside and been there to support you.”
“Declan, how can you blame yourself for being angry? I don’t blame you. I’m embarrassed and feel like I’m tainted, but not because of anything you did.”
“Hey, what did I say about talking about yourself like that?”
Looking at me again, she says sheepishly, “I have something to ask of you.”
“What is it, baby girl?”
“I need you to get rid of them, the memories. Wash them and their filth away from my body.”
“You mean you want me to fuck them out of your mind?”
She nods, tears welling up in her eyes. Her plea hits me like a bolt of lightning, the desperation in her voice seizing something deep inside of me. I can sense her vulnerability, her desperate need to erase the painful memories etched deep within her.
I take a deep breath, contemplating the weight of her request. The intensity of her emotions is palpable, and I know I have to ease her suffering. But I’m scared for her. Is she truly ready to be intimate again so soon after seeing that ?
Obviously, sex with Savannah isn’t a hardship, but I don’t want to do more damage to her.
“Please, Declan. I need them gone.”
“Shhh… let me take care of you.”
We walk into the bedroom, and I pull the covers back and start undressing her slowly. Hesitant and trembling, I cautiously place a kiss on her forehead, my lips barely touching her skin, afraid of the consequences that might follow. When I pull back from each kiss, I look at her and gauge her reaction. Not wanting to trigger her, I move with caution.
She doesn’t seem to be alarmed by my touch, so I decide to take things up a notch. Wrapping my lips around hers, I run my tongue across her bottom lip before pushing inside and flicking her tongue with mine. Taking control of the kiss and pushing my body against hers, so she can feel how much I want her. My dick is rock hard, and no way can she think I don’t want her anymore.
Once we are both undressed, I lay her down on the bed and climb in between her legs. Her pussy is glistening and wet just from our kisses. Eagerly swirling my tongue over her clit, I can’t help the groan that escapes my lips at the taste of her. Savannah bucks her hips at the sensation and pushes her pussy into my face. Like a starved man, I suck and lick her as she tries to fuck my tongue, her juices running down my chin. “Baby girl, you are soaking wet for me. Whose pussy is this, Savannah?”
“Yours, only yours, Declan. I want no one else to touch me but you.”
“Yes, baby, that’s right. Only I will ever touch this pussy again. It’s mine.”
As she thrusts her pussy up into my face, desperately seeking enough friction to come, I suck her swollen clit into my mouth at the same time as I put a finger inside. She comes apart, with her legs trembling and her pussy fluttering and contracting around my digit.
Continuing to lick her through her orgasm, I draw out the waves of her pleasure.
Once her body stops trembling, I move up her body and settle between her legs, kissing her and allowing her to taste how sweet she is on my tongue. Clasping her hands in mine, so that they are intertwined, I place them above her head. Then, I notch my cock at her entrance and look deeply into her eyes as I slowly push inside her. She gasps, and I immediately sense hesitation.
“Savannah, are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”
“Declan, no, I need you.”
“You have me, baby, forever.” With that, I slowly thrust in and out of her, letting her feel every inch of me, and trying to convey how much I love her with each movement. “You are the other half of my soul.”
This isn’t fucking, this is me making love to Savannah and making sure she knows she is wanted desperately.
She whimpers as I continue to roll my hips and thrust inside of her, picking up speed because I can’t control myself. I sink inside of her again as I feel myself close to going over. I reach down between us and massage her clit in time with my thrusts. She’s moaning and her breathing has picked up. “Declan, oh my God.” She gasps and begins to shudder.
“You feel so good, and I love you more than anything, Savannah. You are my everything, and I’m going to fill you up with my cum and fuck my baby into you.”
As I speak the last word, my girl screams out my name as her pussy constricts and flutters around my pulsing cock. Giving myself over to the sensation, I explode, spurts of cum filling her to the brim.