Bandit Bound: A Bad Boy Romance Novel (14 page)

"Not from you," he said sweetly.

God damn it
, Savannah thought. She pushed him off of the chair and sat down on it, much to Vincent's amusement. She started typing into the computer but soon realized she wasn't sure how to even check the code.

"How do I do it?" she asked. Vincent smiled.

"No good at computer class either, huh?" he teased.

"I'm good at kicking your ass class if you don't help me do this," she threatened.

"Just go here," he said, guiding her hand over the touch-pad of the laptop. "Then, here," he said. Savannah followed his clicks as he shot from button to button on the English banking website. "Okay, see that?" Savannah looked at it. It was a page where anonymous donations are associated with codes, and you could enter one of the codes to see where the money went and how much.

"Yeah, I see it," Savannah said after taking a few seconds to read the page.

"Okay, good," Vincent replied, changing the browser to a different page. "So, this is my bank account. Those transactions have the codes on them, right?" He asked.

"Yeah, okay," Savannah said, keeping up.

"So, go ahead," he said triumphantly.
This could just be some sort of trick,
Savannah thought.
On the other hand, if I don't believe this, what would it take for me to believe him? There has to be some point where I'm convinced.

Savannah entered one code in and got the result. It was a donation to Save the Orphans for nine million dollars. Her lips parted and she exhaled loudly into the night.

"So," Savannah said.

"So," Vincent echoed.

"How do I know this is your bank account? You are a robber after all, how do I know you didn't just break into some rich guy's account online?" Savannah asked. She felt a tinge of guilty at continuing to doubt him after he was trying so hard to prove himself to her but it was smarter to be safe than to be foolish and naive and just believe whatever he said.

Vincent looked at her with a frustrated face. "Here," he said. He browsed the bank page once more and went into the account details.

"That's all of my info. Here's my wallet," he said, taking it out of his pocket.
He had his wallet in there?
She wondered.

Savannah spent the next several minutes carefully matching up every piece of ID he had in his wallet with what was on the web page. Time after time, it was a match.
It really is his account
, she thought.

"Put in some more codes," he said, egging her on.
He wants to rub it in
, she thought. She did as he asked. The numbers were staggering. Most of them were to Save the Orphans but there were other charities scattered in the mix. All of them were in the millions or hundred-thousands. Every code matched up perfectly, as well.
If he's faked this, it is the most convincing fake I've ever seen in my life
, she thought.

"Believe me yet?" he asked eagerly. He looked at her expectantly; it seemed like her believing him mattered more to him than anything else she'd ever seen before. Even her attraction to him seemed secondhand to making sure she believed that he was a good person at heart. His eyes glittered in anticipation.

"I guess I have to," Savannah said, secretly relieved. She exhaled loudly. The man she was falling for wasn't total scum after all, although she still didn't respect his methods. Vincent lit up like a little boy at Christmas who got what he asked from Santa Claus.

"You do have to, because it's true," he said in an attempt to rub it in. It came off too excited to be mean, though.

"You're so proud of it," Savannah said. Vincent nodded at a tilt and his face returned to serious stoniness.

Savannah sat in silence staring at the laptop screen.
I still don't know what to do
, she thought.
He's a dangerous criminal. He broke out of a maximum security prison. He's in my house and I want him to stay there. This is a problem
.

"Vannah," he said, reaching for her hand. She relented this time and his strong hand gripped hers tightly. It was as if he were sending electrical signals right through his hand up her arm and into her heart.

"Yes, Vincent?" she asked.

"You know, I didn't have to turn myself in," he said. "I had an escape route already planned and I knew they were coming."

"Why did you do it, then?" she asked.

"I wanted to spend a few more minutes with you," he said.

"You went to jail for that?"

"I broke out for it too," he said. They were staring into each other's eyes at this point.

"Why are you telling me this?" Savannah replied.
It's not like we can ever be together
, she lamented in her head.

"I won't be able to stay here for long," he said with palpable regret in his voice.

"Oh," Savannah said, equally disappointed.

"May I stay the night?" he asked boldly. There was a little twinkle in his eyes.

"What?" she asked.
He can't be serious
.

"Let me stay the night. I'll have to be gone by the morning, I'll tell you that now," Vincent said.

"No," Savannah said, betraying her deepest wishes. "I can't let a wanted criminal sleep over in my house, not when the police are already suspicious of you. That's a crime. I should have called the police right away on you!" Savannah said, her voice growing louder and louder into a yell as she finished her sentence.

Vincent leaned in and kissed her. She tried to speak again but he continued to muffle her voice with his kiss.

His tongue pressed against hers and it wasn't long before hers was pressing back on his. Their hands covered on another's bodies. Her hands traced his firm body, starting at his neck and running down his broad shoulders and across his thick arms, down to his hips.

Vincent fingers trailed down Savannah's arms and he firmly grasped her hips. They made out for a few heavenly moments and she felt his hard rod press up against her leg through the pants he was wearing. Savannah let out a soft moan when she felt his thickness press up against her. Savannah glanced down and saw the massive bulge on his crotch and almost fainted.
God, it's so huge
,
how the hell am I going to fit all of that inside of me?

Lust overtook her concerns though and it wasn't long before Savannah was rubbing his shaft through his pants, breathing heavily. Vincent's hands groped her full breasts, her ass and lightly trailed around between her legs. She let out soft moans every time he touched her. She wanted him to take her however he wanted.

"I want you," Savannah said meekly as she looked up into his eyes with a pleading look. A fiery look of animal lust overtook Vincent and he quickly spun her around. Savannah pressed herself up against the wall of her bedroom and waited for him to take over. He yanked down the short shorts she was wearing and started kissing her neck from behind. Vincent groped her ass for a few moments and then spanked Savannah hard. The sound echoed through the bedroom like a heavenly choir. After another kiss on her neck, Savannah's panties slid down her ass and fell to her ankles. She felt the cool air hit the moistness of her bare naked pussy. Savannah lightly swayed her ass left and right, eager to be filled by Vincent for the first time.

"Did you put a condom on?" Savannah asked with a moment of clarity in the heat of the moment. She heard the package open and listened to him put the condom on.

"Uh huh," Vincent grunted as he prepared himself to enter Savannah. Her grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them behind her back, practically handcuffing her with his one strong hand. Savannah felt totally helpless; some of her deepest, darkest sexual fantasies were starting to be fulfilled.

Vincent's giant throbbing head lightly parted her lips and she winced in excitement. Inch by inch, it spread Savannah's pussy open. She felt completely stretched out, just barely,
barely
accommodating the thickness of his member. The pleasure, though, was indescribable. Even though it hurt quite a bit. Savannah's eyes rolled into the back of her head as he reached the base of his cock, completely filling her out.

Soon after, Vincent began to very slowly explore her with his thunderous cock from the inside. Savannah appreciated the pace, as her body got used to the enormous, pulsating rod inside of it. For brief moments, she would feel shy or embarrassed for letting Vincent have her like this, but in reality, it actually turned her on most of the time. The size of his member and the pleasure he was giving her was enough for her to not care about things like that anymore.

His pace slowly picked up and he had grabbed onto Savannah's hips to give him extra power to each of his thrusts. He pulled her in with each pump as his cock penetrated her deeper than she ever imagined possible.

Vincent reached around her hips with his strong arms while he was thrusting and started to play with her clit. His finger swirled around Savannah's wet pearl and sent waves of pleasure all throughout her body. She cried out louder and louder as Vincent fucked her senseless from behind against the wall of her bedroom. His skill with his finger, his huge cock and the forbidden nature of what they were doing all combined into one incredible explosion. Savannah bit onto her arm to lightly muffle her orgasmic cries as her knees buckled: Savannah started to come relentlessly. Vincent continued to rub her clit and pound her hard from behind while she came, seemingly never running out of energy.
I guess he really wants me bad,
she thought, giggling to herself internally.

After Savannah's orgasm had finished, Vincent spun her around once more so that we were facing each other. He kissed her passionately and they continued to kiss for a few more moments before he pulled her up against the wall. Savannah wrapped my legs around Vincent and held onto his powerful, muscular frame as he rediscovered her aching hole. It was actually getting sore at this point, but it still felt too good to matter. It was almost a whole new sensation when he entered her again; the angle, the view; everything. She melted and once again became completely his as he drilled her against the wall. The painted drywall felt rough on her back but she didn't care at all; it seemed that Vincent didn't care much either.

It didn't take long until she was having another orgasm. The walls of her vagina contracted and clenched on Vincent's big member, which finally sent him over the edge. Savannah was slightly relieved because they had been making love for so long that she felt like she was going to pass out.

"I'm going to come, baby," Vincent said in a breathy deep voice. He looked Savannah in the eyes with a devilish grin as Savannah felt his hot seed pump load after load inside of her, which drove her over the edge one last time into a final orgasm. Savannah sighed in pleasure and relief as his twitching member finished inside of her.

His slick member slowly inched out of Savannah and a pounding soreness overtook her vagina.

"God, you're big," Savannah said, looking down at the mess he'd made between her legs--she was absolutely dripping.

"I'm aware," he replied with a sexy air of confidence. They kissed once more and then collapsed onto the bed, where they continued to kiss and cuddle until they both fell asleep in the still night.

14

A bird landed on the ledge of Savannah's bedroom's open window. It chirped loudly as it looked fondly on the two sleeping lovers. Savannah awoke to it, tossed and turned in her bed and looked at it. It was a small yellow warbler, its fluffy feathers given a golden halo by the rising sun behind it.

The window, which had been opened all night, let in the cool midnight and morning air. The room was quite freezing; at least compared to the blistering hot weather that had been sweating everyone in the city for the past few weeks. Savannah hugged her blanket to her chest for a bit of warmth.
I hope no one heard us last night
, Savannah thought as she looked at the open window.

Vincent tossed lightly beside her. He turned to her and put his arm around her waist, causing Savannah to smile wide. She replayed the events of the last night and her heart began to race again as she relived all of the excitement. Excitement about yesterday turned into excitement and anxiety about today as she realized that she was now officially harboring a fugitive. That made her a criminal. He was also still in her house and the police were indeed suspicious of her for their own reasons.

It's funny
, she thought.
The police were suspicious of me before I did anything wrong but I guess they were right after all.