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“Please,” she begged again, her eyes wild with the need to let go, but she was fighting it, waiting for me to give her permission.

“You want to come on my cock, Kisa,” I said, the nickname I’d given her years ago tumbling from my lips.

“Yes, oh god, yes,” she whimpered, bucking her hips in time with mine.

“What do you say?” I loosened my grip so she could speak.

“Please, can I come, Nathan? Please, I’ve been a good girl,” she mumbled, her head thrashing from side to side as her tits bounced. I watched her closely as I stopped moving, dropping my mouth to her nipple and blowing on the hard little peak.

“Ah! Oh God, please.” Savannah was shaking so hard that I could feel the tremors inside her pussy as the walls gripped my aching cock.

“Please, please, please,” she said, tears of extreme pleasure and pain sliding down her cheeks. I knew she was at her breaking point and let go of her throat, fucking her as hard as I could.

“Come for me, Kisa. Let go and let everyone in this house know who you belong to,” I groaned.

“Fuck! Nathan, yes,” Savannah wailed at the top of her lungs, and that was it. All thoughts shut down as I stared into her face while she rode the wave of her orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Savannah,” I yelled and pumped into her so hard that by the time I came, she was half hanging off the couch, unmoving, except for our mutual panting. Even though my arms were quaking, I leaned over, lifted her, and laid her down, smoothing the wet strands of hair off of her face.

“I want to hold you tonight.” Her head lolled to the side, her tongue wetting her lips. “Don’t deny me this. We can leave the door open so Cutter can find us easily, and I’ll hear him if he yells, but I want to hold you.”

She touched my cheek. “Okay,” she said, and then her eyes closed. A tiny bit of the void that was in my soul since she left mended.

Savannah had no idea how much control she held over me, and I didn’t like it, but it wouldn’t stop the roots from sinking deeper.

I’d already lived a life filled with a bottomless desolation. When Savannah touched me, my heart beat for her. It might be unfathomable, but nothing, and no one, not even Savannah herself, was taking this from me again.

Chapter

Nine

SAVANNAH

“How much longer is he going to be?” I was pretty sure Samantha, my boss’s secretary, was purposely trying to make my life difficult.

“I’m not sure,” she said, her tone far too perky for the FBI office. I could almost picture her chewing a wad of gum and doing her nails. I didn’t really know if she was, but it felt like that as she continued to put me off. I’d called four times today, and the answer was always said in the same annoyingly sweet tone.

“Samantha, unless the world is ending, there is no meeting that should take this long. It is imperative that I speak to the Executive Assistant Director right now,” I said, trying to sound like I still had some authority.

“Yeah…I’m sorry, Agent Freeborn, but he said that he didn’t want any calls from anyone unless it was the President.”

I smacked my forehead and took a deep breath. My boss was the second annoying man in my life today. Nathan hadn’t been much better. It had been three days since our kitchen escapade, and he refused to talk to me as well. We were back to silently loathing one another for vastly different reasons. The only male who wasn’t pissing me off was Cutter. He was still his same old self, other than the fact that he missed school, which was a whole ass conversation I needed to have with Nathan if he’d ever speak to me.

“Okay, look, Samantha, how about this? I’m going to leave you an important message, and I’m going to trust you to pass along the information.”

“Really?”

How did this girl get her job? Nope, I didn’t want to know.

“Yes, really. The job that I was working in Italy has been compromised, and my partner Marko is in danger. I was ambushed, and my son and I were almost killed.”

“Oh my god, but you weren’t right?”

I pulled the phone away from my ear and glared at it like that would bring some clarity. “No, I didn’t die,” I said sarcastically. “I wouldn’t be talking to you right now if I died unless you can talk to the dead. Can you talk to the dead?”

“Oh, no, I can’t, but that would be amazing. Not the dying part. That would be terrible.”

I really wanted to ask her what she smoked, but I kept my mouth shut. Maybe it was best that I would no longer be working there. If I had to deal with Samantha every day, I would need to start taking something for my nerves or kill her.