The two bodyguards stopped and looked at Dylan questioningly.
Did their boss show rcy to Mr. Yontz?!
This would be impossible...
Mr. Yontz had stolen Mr. Sterling's design drawing, and almost assaulted his woman… Mr. Sterling couldn't forgive him even if he were Mr. Sterling's own son!
It was very unlike him to be so kind!
"Sir, are you going to forget it?" One of the bodyguards walked up to Dylan and asked.
Forget it?
No way.
Stealing was just a small thing when compared with touching his woman again.
He hadn't gone too far before for his father and Susan's sake. Now, no one could stop him!
He would deal with it in his way.
Dylan thought for a while, and then he whispered to one bodyguard.
The bodyguard nodded and understood imdiately. He asked another bodyguard to restrain Devin and took Devin to the bedroom on the second floor. Then he took out his phone, walking out of the room, and called a number.
"Is that Mr. Bull from Diamond Nightclub?"
Devin didn't know what his uncle wanted to do, but he knew his uncle would not let him get away with it quickly this ti. He would rather be beaten by the two bodyguards than waiting for an unknown punishnt.
"What do you want to do? Uncle... Please let off! I knew I was wrong! No, you'd better hit ! What the hell are you doing..." Staring at Dylan in horror, Devin struggled with desperation.
Dylan turned and left, leaving the two bodyguards to take care of the matter. He strode out of the apartnt, quickened his steps, and got back to the car.
In the car, Savannah collapsed on the seat, her limbs weak and limp. She looked worse than before.
The pink flush was in her face, and she breathed with groans. She writhed herself uncontrollably; her legs were closed, rubbing against each other.
Dylan's face changed. He thought the little woman had just had a drink. Now it seed to be not as simple as that.
It looked like…
The little woman was drugged.
It must be that Devin had put so aphrodisiac in her drink!
Drugging was always that guy's specialty!
Savannah had been drugged when she was taken to his bed in that hotel. It was not surprising that he did it again!
Damn it!
Dylan hit the car door with a hard punch, his eyes darkening. The little woman needed to be sent to the hospital right now. Dylan leashed his anger and leaned down to touch Savannah.
"Good girl, hold on. We are going to the hospital now."
He was about to go for the driver's seat when his arms were caught by Savannah, and he almost fell over on her.
There was a sweet breath coming to him, and Dylan was so close to her that he could felt her hot and soft body.
"No... Don't go to the hospital. Don't... Help... Help ..." Her voice was all breathy and out of control.
Savannah felt extrely uncomfortable. She raised her lips to his, her hands moving of their own accord and twisting into his hair, pulling him to her. Only his strong breath and warm arms could make her a little comfortable.
Dylan kissed back to respond to her ardor, and he almost could not refuse her. His hand slid down her back and flattened at the base of her spine as he pushed her against his body.
"Are you sure that you want my help?"
The man's familiar, fresh sll dissolved Savannah, but she knew the man was her only antidote. Fearing that he would leave again, Savannah rolled over and sat astride him to undo his jeans. Desire swept like adrenaline through her system, and she forgot all her shyness.
A faint whimpering ca out from Dylan. Looking at the little woman on top of him, he felt surprised and amused.
It felt like he would be assaulted by this little woman…
But... he was quite willing to be assaulted in this way.
He thought of sothing and suddenly stopped her by grasping her on the wrist.
"Do you know who I am?" He murmured huskily.
She was so passionate now because of the struggle. If it was Devin who was in front of her at the mont or any other man, would she still ask them for sex?
His face darkened at the thought.
He wanted her to know that it was he who was going to make love with her.
No one could replace him.
Because her wrist was caught, Savannah could not keep unzipping his pants. She bit her lip and writhed her body, and she could have cried when she failed to get the satisfaction.
Her manner and look made him even more wanting.
"Tell who I am," Dylan commanded through gritted teeth as he rubbed her backside.
"Dylan…" She murmured, lost in an erotic tornt.
Then he was satisfied, a little greedy for the way she called his na. "Call , honey." He whispered.
"Baby, honey, honey, please take now, please?"
She was so aroused by the drug that she wanted him right now.
Dylan could no longer stand her temptation. He slamd the car door, lifted the hem of her dress with impatience, and with one thrust, he was inside her.
On the quiet and lonely road, the Lamborghini shook softly under the yellow street light.
***
On the second floor of the apartnt.
Devin was stripped off, tied up and gagged, spread-eagled in his panties on the bed. He wanted to cry but failed.
The door was pulled open with a clang.
A strong perfu was caught by Devin.
He raised up his head in alarm and saw a scantily-clad woman with excessive make-up follow the bodyguard in.
"What on earth… does uncle want to do?" Devin mumbled.
"It's a gift for you, Mr. Yontz." The bodyguard laughed sarcastically and then turned to that woman, "take care of Mr. Yontz."
These words gave Devin the creep.
"Yes, sir." The woman wiggled as she approached the bed.
The bodyguard gave Devin a sympathetic look before he closed the door and left.
"You... What are you doing... Get out..." Devin exclaid in a cold sweat as the woman climbed onto the bed. He couldn't believe that his uncle's punishnt was to send a woman to spend the night with him. The woman, however, ignored his words and directly ripped off his pants.
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