YM778.TV Chapter 172 - 172: Are You Sure You Want My Help?
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 immediately. 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 time. He would rather be beaten by the two bodyguards than waiting for an unknown punishment.
"What do you want to do? Uncle... Please let me off! I knew I was wrong! No, you\'d better hit me! 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 apartment, 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 seemed to be not as simple as that.
It looked like…
The little woman was drugged.
It must be that Devin had put some 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 me..." Her voice was all breathy and out of control.
Savannah felt extremely 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 smell 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 came 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 something 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 moment 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 me who I am," Dylan commanded through gritted teeth as he rubbed her backside.
"Dylan…" She murmured, lost in an erotic torment.
Then he was satisfied, a little greedy for the way she called his name. "Call me, honey." He whispered.
"Baby, honey, honey, please take me now, please?"
She was so aroused by the drug that she wanted him right now.
Dylan could no longer stand her temptation. He slammed 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 apartment.
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 perfume 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 exclaimed in a cold sweat as the woman climbed onto the bed. He couldn\'t believe that his uncle\'s punishment was to send a woman to spend the night with him. The woman, however, ignored his words and directly ripped off his pants.