Page 12 of Savage Revenge

I’ve seen photos of Cash Savage over the years alongside his dad, and I’ve always found him interesting to look at. But in my dream, he was so much more. I could smell him. Could feel the power exuding off him. His arrogant confidence. That broken heart tattoo under his eye tells a story only he knows. And those hard, steel eyes felt like they were piercing through my soul as he looked at me.

The man is terrifying yet charismatic enough that I didn’t want my dream to end; I wanted to be around him longer. So that I could feel his physical power, restraining me without any effort. God, that was hot. I don’t think Elliott would be able to do that.

I scrunch my nose and sigh, letting out a quiet hum as I let one of my hands explore my body. If I don’t open my eyes, maybe the dream will come back, and I can see what it would be like to fuck Cash Savage.

On a normal day, I wouldn’t want anything to do with the man, but I’m the only one who will know about this fantasy. It will be a dark secret that I’ll take to my grave.

My fingers linger over the swell of one of my breasts, my nipple hardening from the touch even through my lace bra and silk blouse. I let my mind float again, Cash’s large, tattooed hand grabbing me and holding me against his rigid body as I fight him, even though I enjoy every second of it.

A small moan escapes me as I grip the soft bedding and move to the other breast, then tweak my nipple. I may have never met Cash, but something tells me the man knows exactly what to do with a woman in bed. You don’t get that kind of confidence if you don’t.

The thought of his large body pressing against mine, holding me down against something flashes through my mind, and I suck in a breath. Why, of all times, is Cash in my mind now? I should be fantasizing about Elliott. I’ve never even met Cash, and hopefully I never will. The man might be an enigma, but the Savages are our enemies. They hate my father, and he hates them. They try to destroy us at every turn possible.

Despite that, the image doesn’t go away, and I slide my hand down farther toward the waistband of my slacks. Just one fantasy. I need a release. I’ve been on edge all week, and this might be the perfect thing to help.

As the tips of my fingers press between my pants and stomach, a throat clears.

What the…

My heart stops, and my eyes fly open. The room spins as I try to figure out where I am. This isn’t my bedroom. Or even my apartment.

“As much as I’d love to watch you finish that, I didn’t bring you here for a good time, kitten.”

My head snaps up to find Cash Savage in an armchair in a room that is unfamiliar. He’s only a few feet away from the bed I’m on—a bed that isn’t mine—his gaze dark and stormy. And before I scream, I don’t miss the outline of his hard-on between his spread thighs.

I leap onto my feet on the bed, thankful my trembling legs don’t give out on me, and let out a blood-curdling scream as I look left then right for something,anythingto use as a weapon. Cash stares at me, his expression calm and collected while my panic surges.

“What the hell?” I cry out. “Where am I?”

“Who were you thinking about during that little tease session, kitten?” he asks with a smug smile.

My stomach rolls, and I feel like I might be sick as I search my mind for answers. Everything is foggy, and my eyes and mouth are so dry it’s hard to blink or swallow. Was I drugged?

Oh, God. The sharp prick of the needle. In my neck. My hand flies up, rubbing the tender spot, and I scream again, then jump to the floor and take off for the door.

He drugged me. He broke into my apartment with his brothers and kidnapped me. It wasn’t a dream.

Holy fuck. Where did he bring me?

Shit.

This is bad.

So fucking bad.

Cash doesn’t move from the chair, and I count it as a blessing until I reach the bedroom door and try to open it. The knob doesn’t budge. Not even a little. Shit. I’m locked in a room with Cash Savage.

Not to mention that I nearly got myself off from thinking about him.

“Let me go!” I shout, banging on the door as hard as I can.

He chuckles darkly and slowly rises from his seat with absolutely no urgency whatsoever.

As he turns and moves toward me, I try to take a step back, but the door stops me. Once again, I scan the enormous room for anything I can use. Everything in here is luxurious, from the king-sized bed with a tufted velvet headboard to the solid oak dresser positioned caddy-corner nearby. Even the ivory curtains framing the multiple large windows look expensive. If this were some other time, I’d be in awe over how beautiful this bedroom is, but right now, I need a weapon. My gaze falls on the dresser and the large bouquet of fresh flowers set on top. I lunge and grab the heavy glass vase and throw it.

Flowers scatter and water flies as the vase sails through the air. I hold my breath, waiting for it to hit him, hopefully in the head. It’s almost moving in slow motion as it starts to fall, shattering as soon as it hits the floor about three feet to the left of him.

Cash pauses and looks down at the broken glass then back at me, a cocky smile tugging at his lips. “You have terrible aim, kitten.”

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