Chapter 4
Trent McAllister had a big mouth. and an even bigger ego. He’d beenat the wine bar for over two hours, flirting with anyone who had tits and a pulse.
From the other side of the bar, in a dimly lit corner, I watched him, likeI had done on many other nights, as he tried his hardest to find someone who would take him home.
It wasn’t as if Trent could take a woman back to his ownhome after all, I doubted his pregnant wife would be too pleased about that.
Trent had been giving Savannah the come on for too long, and theonly reason I’d allowed it was firstly because I was biding my time, and secondly because Savannah kept turning him down.
She’d seemed curious this morning though when Trent invited her todinner at Sphere, and a little part of me wondered if I hadn’t been sitting there listening to their conversation, whether she would have accepted his invitation, just so she could eat at the top restaurant in Portland.
But once again, Trent proved to be a big fucking liar. He didn’t havereservations at Sphere. Little did the idiot know that Henri Dupont, the world-famous chef who had recently opened Sphere, was a buddy of mine.
The restaurant was next door to the Aurora Casino Hotel, mine andFox’s resort. As soon as I left the diner, I gave him a call with the intention of getting him to cancel Trent’s reservation, only for Henri to inform me that there was no such booking to begin with.
What Trent would have told Savannah had she agreed and arrived atSphere only to be turned away, who knew. I didn’t really care.
What I cared about was how pushy he was becoming with trying toget Savannah into bed, and now my plans were in motion, it was time to deal with Trent.
Luckily for me, in the time I’d been watching him, he’d given meplenty of evidence to destroy him.
But I wasn’t that ruthless.
I’d give the man a chance to back off from Savannah first, it was up tohim if he heeded my warning.
I had a feeling he wouldn’t.
The brunette Trent was talking to laughed at something he said, andTrent beamed back at her with a predatory grin on his face. He missed her flinch though when he put his hand on her lower back, telling me all I needed to know.
Trent was going home alone.
Perfect.
Another hour passed, during which I nursed the second OldFashioned cocktail I’d ordered for the night. I didn’t plan on drinking much, as soon as I was done with Trent, I was planning on paying my girl a visit.
My girl. Not Trent’s.
Savannah had been upset when she left work, and I wanted to checkin on her, even if she would be asleep. When she’d walked out of the diner after her shift, her watery eyes had scanned the parking lot, and her shoulders slumped in defeat before she trudged off in the freshly laid snow.
I wondered if she had remembered her car was fucked, or if shewas disappointed Brian wasn’t there to pick her up. Either way, her reaction was exactly what I wanted.
The truth was, I didn’t know whether her car was fixable or not, Ihadn’t taken it to a garage, the heap of shit had gone straight to the scrapyard.
When the time came, I wanted Savannah to have nothing and no oneto rely upon, and then I’d swoop in and give her everything.
So long as she gave me what I wanted, of course.
From a distance, I watched Savannah walk to the bus stop, doing herbest not to break down crying, and I knew it wasn’t just over the fact she no longer had her car.
Her tears followed her when she arrived home, and as I sat in my caroutside her apartment, I watched her from the hidden cameras, watching as she allowed herself a few moments of tears before wrapping herself in a blanket, and staring aimlessly at the wall.
I probably should have felt guilty for paying Harry a shit load ofmoney to sack Savannah. He didn’t want to at first, telling me she was his best waitress and worked her ass off. But like most people, pay them enough money, and their minds could be changed. Harry was no exception, and duly agreed to let her go.
My plan was finally in motion. By the end of the week, Savannahwould be carless, jobless, and facing being homeless.
From the comfort of the booth I was holed up in, I pulled my phoneout and loaded up the cameras once again to check in on Savannah. It was perfect timing to find her stripping off, ready to get into bed.
My dick instantly twitched to life at the sight.
Savannah was wearing nothing but her tiny cotton panties, similar tothe ones I had stashed away in my hotel room after I had stolen them from her.
She was rubbing moisturizer over her gorgeous body, the only luxuryshe allowed herself to have, and even then, it was a cheap moisturizer. As her hands glided over her skin, she paid extra attention to her tits, and my breath caught in my throat.
The first time I’d broken into Savannah’s apartment, the smell of thevanilla and coconut scent hit me, and my cock was hard as steel in an instant. Savannah had been fast asleep and didn’t stir as I hovered close to her, inhaling the luscious aroma.
As soon as I got back to the hotel, I’d ordered fifty tubs of the creamto be delivered to my house in Las Vegas, ready and waiting for when I brought her home.
Movement from across the bar pulled my attention away from mypersonal show.
The brunette was saying her goodbyes to a crestfallen Trent, whowatched her walk out with a scowl on his face before downing the rest of his wine and settling his tab, ready to leave.
Showtime.
Night had long since fallen, and with the recent snow, locals hadwisely opted to stay home, leaving the streets deserted. Pulling the hood up on my dark sweater, I followed Trent out of the bar, keeping to the shadows.
Not that Trent was aware of his surroundings. Whether it was fromtoo much alcohol or arrogance that no harm would come to him, he walked the few blocks home without a care in the world.
Before he could make it home though, Trent disappeared into analley. I paused to one side, and a few seconds later, the telltale sound of piss splashing against the wall rang out.
Peering round to check Trent was indisposed, it was to find him withhis back to me, one hand leaning against the wall, while the other hand held his cock.
Lost in his act, Trent didn’t hear me sneak up behind him. I slammed hisface against the brick wall, and he cried out when blood splattered against it. He tried to push back, but unlike Trent who spent his time posing in the gym rather than working out, I actually made use of the weights.
Quickly, grabbing both hands, I yanked them behind his back, doingmy best to ignore the fact that one of his hands was just touching his cock. I shoved him forward and stepped in close behind him, holding him immobile with all my strength.
For all his bullshit bravado, Trent was a little pussy who barely tried toresist my grasp.
“Please don’t hurt me,” he squealed. “My wallet is in my back pocket.”
I snorted. The fucking idiot thought I was robbing him?
Please.
“I don’t want your fucking money, and I’m not going to hurt you,” Ihissed, keeping my voice low and making it deeper than it normally was. “So long as you stay away from Savannah Miller.”
“Sav…Savannah? I…I don’t know what you’re talking about,” hestuttered.
That earned him another slam against the wall, and he groaned as the airleft his lungs.
“Don’t fucking play dumb. I know all about your visits to see her everyday, calling her your girl. Listen to me very clearly, Trent McAllister,” I paused, giving him a second to realize that I knew who he was. “Savannah Miller is not your girl. She will never be your girl, and if I catch you bothering her again, I will fucking destroy you. Understand?”
A garbled response left his mouth, but he bobbed his head.That was good enough confirmation that he’d received my message, loud and clear.
Stepping back a fraction, I grabbed the back of his head and onceagain slammed it against the wall, hard enough to knock him unconscious.
His body slumped to the dirty floor, and I didn’t give him a secondthought as I left him lying in a pool of his piss, more than ready to get a dose of my sweet Savannah.
Her apartment was in complete darkness by the time I got there. Still,I checked the footage to make sure she was tucked up in bed before making my way to her front door.
Savannah was either completely clueless about security or totallyreckless. Either way, her leaving a spare key on top of the door frame went in my favor. Not that it mattered if she suddenly decided to move it, I’d made my own copy weeks ago.
The door creaked as I pushed it open, and I was greeted by the onlyother sound in her apartment, a ticking clock. The inside was colder than outside, Savannah never put her heating on, I suspected because it was too expensive. Instead, she’d wear extra layers of clothes or snuggle under a blanket to try and keep warm.
I’d been in her apartment enough times to know the layout withoutneeding a light, so tiptoeing across the open-plan lounge and kitchen, I made my way to her bedroom.
Savannah’s apartment was tiny, a far cry from the luxurious condoshe’d been living in only a few months ago. This was the only place her small budget could stretch to though when her world fell apart.
Gently nudging open her bedroom door, the bright moonlightstreamed through her curtain-free window. I both loved and detested that she didn’t have any curtains up; it meant I could freely watch her from outside when I wanted to get a closer view than what my cameras offered.
But if I could peer in, then so could anyone else.
I stopped for a moment, frozen in the doorway as I took in my sweetSavannah. She’d fallen asleep on her back, her golden hair fanned out on the pillow like a halo, but even in sleep, a frown marred her brow.
To my delight, her loose-fitting camisole had risen enough to giveme a glimpse of her stomach and her tits, her puckered dusky pink nipples were begging to be sucked.
My cock, which had started to throb the minute I got a whiff of thevanilla and coconut scent, throbbed harder at the beautiful sight before me, reminding me of the blue balls I’d had since watching Savannah earlier.
Taking a step forward, my foot caught on something, and Ilooked down to find Savannah’s panties caught on my shoe. Reaching down to grab them, I snatched them up and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her cunt.
More blood rushed to my cock, making it strain against my jeans.There was no fucking chance of ignoring it now, not with Savannah’s panties in my hand, and her delectable body on display.
I knew I was taking a risk, but right then, I didn’t fucking care. Slowly,so as to not wake her, I lowered my zipper and undid the button to my jeans, before reaching in and pulling my rock-hard dick out.
I wrapped Savannah’s white panties around my shaft and startedsliding my hand up and down my length, my eyes glued to Savannah’s taut nipples.
I wanted to take each rosy bud into my mouth and suck on them untilher soft skin was marked with bruises.
I wanted to lick every inch of her perfect skin, making my way downto her tight pussy, and finally learning what she tasted like.
I wanted to. But I didn’t.
Picturing myself between her legs and lapping up her juices, I rubbedfaster, biting my lip to stop a groan from escaping.
Savannah shifted in her sleep, her head falling in my direction so shewas facing my way. If she opened her eyes, she would have got front-row seats to me jacking off over her.
The thought of her catching me sent a spark of excitement down myspine, and I rubbed my shaft harder.
With one final look at her tits, and imagining what it would feel like toflick my tongue against them, I exploded, thick ropes of white come staining Savannah’s panties.
It took a few seconds for me to catch my breath, and when I did, Iunwrapped the panties and put them in my pocket to add to my collection.
A little part of me was tempted to leave them for her to find when shewoke, but I didn’t want to risk her running to the police fearing she had a weirdo stalking her.
But then, I guess she did.
As I pulled my hand out of my pocket, I noticed a bead of come onmy finger, and a wicked smile crept across my face. It was a bigger risk than jerking off next to Savannah, but the thought of her tasting me was too enticing to walk away from.
Before I could give it too much thought, I leaned over to where shelay with her lips slightly parted. Gently, I brushed my finger along her bottom lip, leaving a trail of my come in its wake.
As if sensing I was there, her tongue darted out and swiped up what Ihad left for her before she sucked in her bottom lip.
A deep exhale of satisfaction left my body. Savannah had just had her firsttaste of me.
She shifted again, this time turning onto her side, and her steadybreaths told me she was still fast asleep. Resisting the urge to run my hands over every curve, I tiptoed back out of the room, giving her one last look before I pulled her door closed.
Soon, Savannah. Soon.