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“You bastard,” he seethed.
Ignoring Stewart’s outrage, Aurelio said, “I suggest that you keep your home movies under wraps, and we’ll do the same.”
“She killed my son!” he yelled, finally losing his composure.
“Your son deserved it,” Aurelio replied mercilessly.
“We can do this quietly and discreetly, letting you set the narrative with an obligatory statement to the press, or we can put every ugly detail of the truth out there, Stewart,” I told him. “Either way, I don’t care. Once those videos get out, your campaign will take a hit, women all over the country will side with me, and it won’t hurt me one bit for people to see Ashton for the monster that he was. In fact, I’m hoping you don’t take the deal. I’d love for the world to see the real Ashton Oliver.”
Stewart was vibrating with rage, but what could he say? He, his wife, and his remaining son still had a chance at a future, but if those tapes got out, his political career would go up in flames, and he knew it. I’d also be exonerated with the evidence, turning the case into political sensationalism. Stewart had nothing left in his bag of tricks, and while he could still go to the Irish and Russians for help, he’d have to promise them his soul for that kind of backing.
Finally, Stewart said, “I’ll make a statement in the next couple of days, claiming an unfortunate accident.”
“Good,” I said. “However, this little cease fire will expire the second you ever come near me again, Stewart. Are we clear?”
“We’re clear,” he bit out, and I felt my entire body relax as I watched him turn to walk away.
Chapter 39
Aurelio~
Though I was used to little to no sleep, Savina wasn’t. So, after meeting with Congressman Oliver, I’d taken her home to rest, then had immediately gone to Nero’s to give him an update on the situation. Though we had both agreed that we couldn’t see Stewart having enough balls to get into bed with either Declan or Avgust, we’d also agreed that it’d be a good idea to monitor the situation, regardless. Luckily for us, Congressman Oliver didn’t understand the whole honor among thieves concept. Law enforcement and politicians were a liability because they were too vulnerable. They had too much to lose, so they could be bent in any direction at any time by anyone.
I loosened my tie as I walked into the bedroom, and Savina’s sleeping form looked so right in my bed. It was where she belonged, and even though this shitshow was far from officially over, my bed was where she was going to stay. She still had to quit her job and clean out her office, but that was about it. She’d already mentioned not having any desire to go back to the brownstone, and in a few weeks, she’d be able to do some more shopping for whatever else she might need.
Removing my jacket, I cracked my neck, wanting this night to be over. I placed the only gun that I’d had on the dresser, reminding myself to put it away later. I always stored my guns upon entering the penthouse, but that was because no one could break in here. If by some miracle someone made it all the way to the tenth floor without getting their brains splattered everywhere, I’d still have time to get to my guns before they breached my home. Nonetheless, it’d been a long few days, so I’d wanted to get to Savina more than I’d wanted to put my shit up.
When I was finally finished undressing, I climbed into bed, and Savina was mumbling incoherently as I wrapped my arm around her waist. My lips found her bare shoulder, and I loved that she’d chosen another one of my tank-tops to sleep in. Though Carlo’s wife had gotten her some pajamas, Savina was wearing me instead.
I kept kissing Savina’s neck as my left hand slid over her hip, then in between her warm thighs. She had underwear on, but they were lace and pretty useless with as much as I wanted her. If I were a better man, I’d leave her alone to rest, but the feeling that I might wake up to an empty bed was still resting in the back of my mind. There was a different kind of appreciation for the one you loved after losing them for a while. If there was one thing that I’d never do, it would be taking this woman for granted.
“Aurelio…” she murmured.
“Shh, baby,” I whispered against her skin. “Just let me take care of you.”
“What time is it?” she moaned.
“Late,” I answered. “Or early, depending on your point of view.”
I slid my other arm underneath her neck, then wrapped that fragile column in my hand, forcing her head back. Savina let out another moan as she turned to rest her body against mine, her legs opening wider for my hand. My fingers began playing with that pretty clit of hers, and being mindful of her physical condition, I took my time teasing her, letting it be all about her.
“That feels good,” she whimpered, her hips moving of their own accord.
“Not as good as the way you feel wrapped around me,” I told her. “Nothing feels like my dick stretching your holes wide open, baby.”
To prove it, I slid two fingers inside her, the slick sounds of her arousal hitting my ears like the sweetest sound ever. In the quiet of the night, her body sounded loud and beautiful, and she was wet enough that another finger could easily slip inside to join the two already making her moan.
“So good…”
“You like that, Savina?” I whispered in her ear. “You like it when I fill you up?”
“Yes…” she answered breathlessly. “Yes…”
Pulling my fingers out of her cunt, I pushed her left leg up, trapping her right leg beneath one of mine. With her spread open for me, my fingers went back to work, sliding between her ass cheeks, roaming over her forbidden hole before slipping right back into their home.
Savina was a moaning mess as I finger fucked her, her hips moving up and down to fuck my fingers back. My dick was hard as steel, but I didn’t mind suffering for the greater good. I could aways wrap my hand around my cock and relieve myself that way after she fell back asleep. It actually wasn’t the hardship that most women thought it was, and if I could, I’d kill whoever had been the one to make women feel as if they owed us sex. Even naked, lying on the bed, her legs spread open, a woman didn’t owe a man a goddamn thing.
Scooping up some of her cream, I ran my fingers over her ass, then slipped one digit inside her. Honestly, I didn’t care if the woman was the biggest anal whore on the planet, any man that didn’t take care when playing with a woman’s ass was a fucking douchebag. In fact, any man that didn’t take care with every part of a woman’s body was an asshole. Yeah, I loved rough sex just as much as the next guy, but there was a difference between giving a woman what she wanted and taking only what you wanted.
