“Shouldn’t it be Lisa getting her justice? Let her decide, Davis.”
His words hit harder than I was sure he even intended them to. I’d been caught up in my anger over what he’d done to her, but I’ve never asked her if what I had planned was what she wanted. She ruined his image through the media as her form of getting back at him, but was that enough for her?
I need to talk to her.
“Yeah, okay.” I sighed, staring up at the brown beams on the ceiling of the abandoned warehouse.
He was not wrong.
“Let me know what she says.”
The line went silent after that, signaling he hung up. I felt a weight on my shoulders, feeling guilty that I had taken over her revenge in a way. I had forgotten this wasn’t about me and what I believe he deserved. This was about Lisa, and what she wanted to do. I wanted her to feel like she had gotten justice, and if that meant just putting her dad behind bars without all this extra stuff, then that was what we would do.
“I have something for you,” I said, smiling at Lisa widely.
I have been wanting to give her the Triumph for a while now, but hadn’t felt the moment was right yet. With everything that was going on, I felt like a happy gift would be good for her right now. Something to keep her spirits up.
“Oh, do you?” She arched a brow in suspicion, making me smirk. She knows me well.
“Do you want it, or not?”
“Hmm, I’ll have to think about it,” she said, tapping her chin playfully. She had an amused spark in her eyes as she fought off her playful smirk.
“That’s okay, I’ll just give it to someone else then. It’s too bad, you would have really liked it.”
I turned, pretending to walk out of the kitchen Lisa had been eating in. She should call me back any minute. I took a step, then another, then another, but nothing. Why wasn’t she saying ‘wait, I want it’? I couldn’t help myself. I turned curiously to see her directly behind me with a big smile and absolutely no clothes on.
“What’s this?”
“Give me my gift, and I’ll give you a gift back.”
This woman.
“Deal.”
She held her hands out before her, pressing her supple breasts together in the process.
Fuck if this woman didn’t turn me on so much.
“Here you go,” I said, handing her a set of keys. She cocked her head to the side curiously before she recognized them.
“Are you serious?!” she yelled with excitement, jumping for a second. I loved watching her breasts bounce as she did. She was turning me on without even having to touch me.
“I’m very serious, Lisa. It’s yours. Honestly, it’s been yours for a while.”
“Thank you.” She smiled up at me so happily it reminded me of the pure-hearted smiles children have.
“My turn. What’s my gift, Lisa?”
She took a step closer to me with a smile that told me she was up to no good.
“You can do whatever you like to my body, Davis. I trust you completely. Love me, fuck me, mark me, whatever you like.” Her voice was seductive as hell as she gave me permission to consume her whole, however I wanted.
“Anything I like?”
“I trust you. Anything you like, my Viking.”
I grabbed a fistful of her hair, its silky strands slipping through my fingers as I tugged on it lightly so that she had to look up at me. Her eyes were hungry, but they held an intensity that went beyond mere physical attraction. It was a profound love, one that burned in my eyes for her, too. Our lips met with a fervor, igniting a flame of desire within us. It burned so hot and so intense that we couldn’t break apart, even to catch our breath.
