Chapter 15
We lay in a comfortable silence, and surprisingly, Savannah snuggledinto my side, draping an arm over my chest, and bringing her knee up to rest on my thigh.
My cock was still impossibly hard, but after she’d come twice, Iwanted to give her some time to recover before I gave her another orgasm. Plus, I needed time to recover from her admittance that no guy had made her come before. I mean, I saw Trent fail her, but Liam? And after all the time they were together?
What a fucking loser.
“I like these,” she muttered, sleep heavy in her voice as she lightlytrailed a finger over a tribal tattoo on one of my pecs.
The touch of her finger running delicately over my skin did nothing tomake my cock go down.I grabbed her hand before kissing her fingers. If she carried on stroking my chest, it wouldn’t be long until I was ramming my cock into her sweet cunt, and I didn’t want to rush. We had all night.
In fact, we had the rest of our lives.
“Why do you have so many?” she asked, propping herself up so shecould get a better look at my ink.
“Because my father hates tattoos. He thinks it’s abhorrent that peoplewould ruin their bodies in such vile ways,” I replied honestly, giving her a little snippet into the man I unfortunately shared DNA with.
Her eyes shot to mine, and her brows furrowed. She was cute whenshe was confused.
“You tattooed your body because your dad hates tattoos?” she said,curiosity in her tone. “What did he do to piss you off?”
“I didn’t get them just because he hates them. I happen to appreciatetattoos as an art form. As for what he did to piss me off, that’s a story for another day.”
She opened her mouth to argue, but right at that moment, herstomach chose to rumble, reminding me that Savannah hadn’t eaten all day. It was a good distraction, I didn’t want to talk about the sperm donor, not on our wedding night. It would only sour my mood.
“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s order room service. I don’t know aboutyou, but I worked up an appetite,” I said, sliding out of bed, and more than aware of Savannah’s lust-filled eyes watching me as I pulled my boxers on.
Savannah showered while I ordered room service. I’d been temptedto shower with her, but when I checked my phone and found a message from Sherry asking me to call her, I forewent the shower for the sake of business.
Dinner arrived as Savannah emerged from our bedroom, her hairstill damp, and dressed only in a robe. I knew she wasn’t wearing anything underneath the robe, I’d snuck in while she was showering and took her underwear and the clothes she’d had on when we first arrived in Vegas.
I wanted easy access to Savannah’s body because after we’d eaten,I fully intended to eat her again. She was a delicacy I couldn’t get enough of.
I was pretty sure the seafood risotto, accompanied by a bottle of thehotel’s finest pinot gris was the most incredible dinner my sweet Savannah had ever eaten. Appreciative moans came from her whenever she brought her fork to her mouth.It was most distracting, and instead of enjoying the food, all I couldthink about was the way she sounded when she came all over my face.
It still baffled me that no one had ever made her come before, and it wasn’t long until I couldn’t hold the curiosity in any longer. “Tell me, how was it you were with Liam for all those years, and yethe never made you come?”
Her fork froze halfway to her mouth as she stared wide-eyed at mefrom across the table. Composing herself after a few blinks, she lowered the fork.
“I don’t really know,” she said, shrugging. Her cheeks began to blush,and it was something I was coming to love about her, the way she blushed whenever she was embarrassed. “Liam wasn’t very adventurous. At least not with me.”
Her shoulders slumped as her gaze fell to her lap. I imagined shewas remembering the photos I’d shown her of Liam getting a blowie from a stripper in a club. That wasn’t the worst picture I could have shown her. I spared her from the one of him getting fucked in the ass by a guy while he licked the stripper’s cunt.
Liam was a fucking idiot. Instead of hooking up with random women,and men for that matter, he should have been at home learning how to make his girl feel good.
Went in my favor though. My eyes dropped to the shiny ring on herfinger, the ring that showed the world she was my girl.
My wife.
“Well, sweetheart. I can assure you, I’m more than willing to beadventurous with you. If there is anything you want to try, you only have to ask. Except sharing. I will never share you with anyone,” I said, making it damn clear that threesomes or orgies were off the cards.
I’d had threesomes before, both with two women, and a couple oftimes when Fox and I shared a woman, but the idea of anyone touching Savannah made my blood boil.
Even Fox. I would do anything for him, but even if he begged me tospend the night with my wife, there was no way on God’s green earth I’d let him.
A coy smile crept onto her face. “That’s why I ran, back in Portland,”she said, taking a sip of her wine. “I got it into my head that you might want to share me with your friends.”
She looked down at her abandoned food, an air of vulnerabilitysurrounding her at her admission. I reached out and took her hand, rubbing my thumb over her knuckle.
“Let me make this very clear, Savannah. You belong to me, and mealone,” I said, using my other hand to grip her chin and make her look at me. “If you want me to tie you up and whip your ass, I’ll do it. If you want to become my madame and dominate the fuck out of me, I’ll let you do it, hell I’ll let you strap a twelve-inch dildo on and peg me if that’s what you want. But I will never share you. Even if you claim that your dying wish is to have your pussy eaten by another woman, it won’t happen. Sharing is a hard limit.”
I paused to take a breath, giving myself a moment to allow the angerthat had risen to settle, the thought of my Savannah with anyone else riled me more than I cared to admit.
She gaped at me from across the table, her emerald eyes fillingwith relief, and in that moment, something shifted between us. It was as if by reassuring her that I didn’t want anyone else touching her, I’d earned a smidgen of her trust.
“I definitely don’t want to be shared,” she said softly after a fewseconds of silence passed before her face lit up with malice. “I quite like the idea of pegging you though.”
I smiled and let go of her chin, relieved she wasn’t into the idea ofbringing someone else into the bedroom. “Like I said, if you want to peg me, I’ll let you, but if you get to fuck my ass, then I get to fuck yours.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle when the grin dropped from her face, anda flash of fear passed through her eyes. I found myself wondering if she’d ever tried anal with boring Liam. I knew the answer though without needing to ask.
“Eat your dinner, sweetheart. You’re going to need your energytonight.” I picked up my own fork and nodded to the plate she’d abandoned. She hadn’t eaten half of what was in front of her.
As her husband, it was my job to look after her, and one of the firstthings I was going to do was make sure she ate properly, not the fucking noodles she’d been living on.
“Oh, I’m full, thank you,” she replied, pushing the plate away.Annoyance sparked under my skin at her disobeying me. Perhaps the second thing I needed to do was make her learn that when I told her to do something, she needed to do it without question.
“You need to eat more than that, Savannah,” I scolded, my tone firm.“You haven’t eaten a decent meal in months.”
A small, bashful smile tugged at her lips before her gaze dropped tothe plate. “Yeah, this sure as hell beats living off noodles.”
Her brows pulled together as she stared at her food before her headsnapped up. I knew in an instant what I’d just said had registered.Not that I had any fucks to give, I wasn’t in the least bit remorseful that I’d been stalking her.
“Wait. How could you possibly know that I haven’t had a decent mealin months?” she asked hesitantly, the cogs whirling as she pieced the parts together. “Were you...were you watching me?”
I put my fork down, disappointed that the rest of the dinner was goingto be ruined by the inevitable storm heading our way.
“I’m a businessman,” I replied casually, trying to downplay thesituation. “I like to conduct thorough research before investing in something.”
“Conducting research? Bullshit! You were stalking me!” she shrieked,her voice turning high-pitched.
“Calm your hysterics,” I growled, not appreciating her drama.
She shot to her feet, her nostrils flaring with rage. “Don’t tell me tocalm my hysterics! You were stalking me! Do you have any idea…” she trailed off as her face whitened, and I wondered if she’d just realized I was behind her losing her car, her job, and her home.
“Oh, no. No, no, no, no,” she chanted, stepping away from the tableand beginning to pace. I leaned back in my chair and folded my arms across my chest, waiting for the accusation to come my way.
“Earlier, you said you weren’t a two-pump-chump like McAllister,” shemuttered, more to herself as she continued pacing. “You were talking about Trent, that’s his last name.”
Ah.
I wondered when she was going to remember that, I’d hoped I’ddistracted her enough by making her come that she’d forget I said it.
She stopped pacing before turning her murderous gaze on me. “Youwere there, weren’t you? I heard a noise, I thought it was something falling in my closet, but it was you, wasn’t it?”
Her face was now as white as a sheet, her features twisted indisbelief. I debated about how to answer, settling with being truthful, but trying to be delicate about it. But less than a second later, delicacy went out the window.
“Wasn’t it?!” she roared, banging her hands on the table and knockingover her wine glass.
I didn’t care how fucked off she was. I wouldn’t stand for her talking tome like that. Getting to my feet, I took two long strides to her. She held her ground though, refusing to back down and be intimidated as I towered over her.
“Yeah, sweetheart. It was me,” I said, keeping my voice low. “And ittook every part of me not to rip him off you and snap his neck for touching what belonged to me.” I reached out and wrapped my hand around her throat, just like I’d pictured doing to Trent time and time again, the only difference was that I wouldn’t hurt my sweet Savannah. “I told you, I don’t share. Even then, even though you didn’t know it, you were mine. You will always. Be. Mine.”
She shoved me away, snarling as tears welled in her eyes. “Youtold his wife. You had him followed, and had pictures taken.” It wasn’t a question, and I had no intention of denying my actions.
I snorted, my lips tugging into a malicious grin. “I warned him to stayaway from you. I warned him that I would destroy him if he went near you, and yet he ignored me.”
“You ruined their marriage-”
“He did that all by himself,” I interrupted, growing tired of talking aboutTrent fucking McAllister. “No one forced him to fuck those women, I just happened to help his wife discover what a lying piece of shit he was.”
She glared at me for a few seconds, her lips twisting into a sneer.“You’re sick, you know that?”
“I make no apologies for who I am, Savannah. When I wantsomething, I’ll do whatever it takes to get it. I would have thought you’d learned that by now.”
The air around us was thick with tension as we glared at each other,and any hope I’d had of earning her trust had just been blown out of the water.
Not that it mattered. Savannah wasn’t going anywhere, and if shedared try, I’d have to remind her what, or rather who was at stake.
“I’m going to bed,” she eventually said, disgust in her voice andhatred radiating from her.
She stepped around me, doing her best to not touch me as she did. Ilet her go a few steps before I called over my shoulder. “Good, I’ll be in shortly and we can pick up where we left off.”
Her feet faltered, but she didn’t turn around. Her shoulders rose as she sucked in a deep breath. “You can get stuffed if you think I’m spreading my legs for you again,” she hissed before continuing to the bedroom and slamming the door closed, the deafening thud echoing around the suite.
Defiant little mare.
I gave her a little time to calm down before following her into ourroom. She was under the covers, on her side, and still wearing the robe as if it would protect her from me.
How wrong she was.
Climbing on the bed behind her, my front pressed up against herback, I leaned over to find her eyes closed. She wasn’t asleep though, her whole body was as rigid as a statue.
“Are you still mad at me, sweetheart?” I whispered in her ear, tuckinga strand of hair behind it. She didn’t reply, but her shoulder lifted as if she could knock my hand away from her.
I sighed in frustration. “I’ll take that as a yes,” I said, pulling theneedle I’d prepared a few minutes earlier from my pocket. “I guess I’ll have to have some fun on my own.”
Biting the cap off the top, Savannah’s eyes opened, but before shecould respond or even move, I stabbed the needle into her neck, just below where the little tracking device was.
She mumbled something that sounded awfully like she’d tried to callme a bastard, and I couldn’t help but let a sadistic grin take over my face as her eyes closed, and her body relaxed.
Knowing my sweet Savannah would be sleeping soundly until themorning, I took a leisurely shower, slowly rubbing my cock as I remembered how fucking incredible she tasted, and wondering what her pussy would feel like when I finally got to bury myself in it.
When I was as hard as steel, I shut the shower off. Not bothering witha towel, I made my way back into the bedroom where sure enough, Savannah was comatose thanks to the propofol running through her veins.
I stared at her for a few minutes, a sleeping angel who had no ideahow fucking stunning she was. Her blonde hair fanned out on her pillow, while her thick lashes rested on her high cheekbones.
She really was a vision.
When the weight of my cock became too much to bear, I leaned overher and yanked back the covers. She didn’t move a muscle.
Rolling her onto her back, her body flailed with the movement. Iundid the belt holding the robe together, chuckling to myself at the double knot she’d tied in it as a feeble attempt to keep me from what was mine.
Once the belt was undone, I pulled open the robe, revealingSavannah’s smooth, naked body.
She’d tried to hide it from me earlier, but I didn’t understand why. Nodoubt that idiot, Liam, hadn’t told her every day how beautiful she was.
A mistake I wasn’t going to make.
Grabbing one of Savannah’s ankles, I pulled it to the side, spreadingher legs so her delicious cunt was on full display.
I’d booked an appointment at the spa for her in the morning so shecould get a wax, she’d been self-conscious about her pubic hair, and I didn’t want my wife to ever feel that way about her body. But I’ll admit I couldn’t wait to see her pussy without the short crop of dark blonde hair currently covering it.
I wanted to crawl between her legs and feast on her like I’d doneearlier, but I refused to do it while Savannah was unconscious. I wanted her to enjoy every orgasm I was planning on giving her.
She’d also said she wouldn’t spread her legs for me, and whilearguably, her legs were spread, I wasn’t going to go against her wishes on this one occasion. After I’d fucked her for the first time, then it would be a different story.
Climbing between her spread legs, I sat back on my knees andgripped my shaft. As my gaze roamed over her nipples, erect from the cool air, I pictured myself wrapping my lips around them as I moved my hand up and down my cock, squeezing it firmly as if it was Savannah’s pussy.
Fuck, I was so damn desperate to be inside her. The temptation toshove my cock in her waiting hole was all-consuming, and I moved my hand faster, needing to find my release before I caved into the urge.
In her sleep, Savannah’s lips parted, and the memory of her on herknees taking my cock in the back of her throat was enough to push me over the edge.
My balls tightened as I erupted, spilling my hot come over her nakedbody. Beads of white come landed on her tits, her stomach, and even on her pubic hair.
The sight was fucking magnificent, one I would take to my grave withme.
Reaching out to place two fingers in the come coating her breasts, Ismeared it around, making sure to rub some into her nipples. When I was satisfied I’d covered enough of her chest, I moved to her stomach, doing the same of covering as much of her bare skin as possible with my release.
Lastly, I moved to the splash that had landed on her hair. This time, Iscooped the thread of come onto my finger, before pushing that finger inside her, twirling it around, and leaving as much come in her pussy as possible.
A satisfied smile curled on my lips knowing that a part of me would bein her for the rest of the night.
Sated, I wrapped her robe back around her, tying the belt up exactlythe way she had. Only then did I allow myself to collapse next to her.
Like I’d done earlier, I pulled her into my arms, moving her onto herside, and placing her arm over my chest and her knee onto my thigh.
I closed my eyes, feeling like the luckiest son-of-a-bitch in the world.