“Good. Everything is settled. I’ll have to meet with my attorney to sign some paperwork, but we never have to think about Damien again.”
Now that I’m done with him, that motherfucker is going to wish he never fucked with me. I put my trust in him, and it pisses me off that Damien abused it the way he did.
Joke’s on him. The information my lawyer’s private investigator dug up on Damien was a goldmine. Turns out, Damien was anaughty piece of shit. Aside from the dirty contract dealings, he was covering up sexual harassment claims by paying off victims and embezzling company funds.
I turned every piece of evidence that was gathered on him over to the proper authorities. Now he’s facing a multitude of lawsuits, including a defamation lawsuit I filed against him to make him pay for putting the woman I love through heartache, and one criminal case that will most likely land his ass in jail.
“Are you okay with everything?” she asks.
“What do you mean?”
“He was your best friend for over two decades. It has to hurt knowing he did this to you.” Savannah frowns, and I want nothing more than to wipe the look from her face from now until the end of time.
Her concern for me only makes me love her more.
I’ve come to terms with everything the moment Damien touched Savannah on the dance floor. If he were truly my friend, he would never have betrayed me. He’d been doing it for years; I just refused to see it until it was too late.
In three strides, I’m at the side of the bed, placing my cellphone on the night table. I push Savannah onto her back and then climb onto the mattress to hover over her, caging her in with my fists beside her head and knees at her outer thighs.
She places her hands on my chest and looks up at me with her worried amber eyes.
“It did, at first. But the moment he brought you into our fight, he crossed the line. Now I’m going to ruin him and enjoy doing it. No one fucks with you,gattina. Only I get that privilege.”
Savannah laughs and slides her hands over my shoulders. “Only you, baseball boy.”
“Fucking right, only me.” I kiss her neck. “No more talk about that asshole.” I lick her collarbone and the tops of her breasts as I slowly lower the sheet and work my way down Savannah’s body. “This is our time, and I plan on taking full advantage of having you in our bed until we both have to go back to work.”
She reaches between us: over my boxers, she cups my hard shaft in her palm and strokes it. “I like the sound of that.”
I slap her hand away. “You know the rules. Hands in my hair, not on my dick.”
“So demanding.”
“You love it.”
Savannah rolls her eyes, biting her bottom lip to stifle her smile, and does as she’s told.
“Now that’s my good girl,” I croon.
“It’s not fair,” she bemoans as I swirl my tongue around her nipples, nipping the tips before I suck them into my mouth.
“What’s not fair?”
“Your mouth. It’s too talented at making me feel good.”
Like she doesn’t have a magical mouth herself.
I smirk at the thought as I suck the sensitive skin underneath her tit until I leave little red love-bites, marking her as mine where only I can see.
“Hmm.” Savannah moans as her back arches off the bed.
“You like when I mark you as mine,gattina?”
“Yes,” she hisses as I move to the other side and repeat the process.
My cock almost explodes at her confession.
Mine.
