Page 19 of Savage Revenge

“Hm. No thanks.”

Cash is silent for a second, then sighs. “Don’t be a brat.”

If he thinks this is me being a brat, he hasn’t seen anything yet.

“Drink your coffee and then come downstairs. Caleb will show you where to go.”

“Again, no thanks. I’ll stay here until you pull your head out of your ass and let me go.”

“Goddammit, Jordyn,” he barks. “It wasn’t a fucking request. If you’re not down there in half an hour, I’m coming back up here. You won’t like what happens if I do.”

I glare at him. “What are you going to do? Threaten to spank me again?”

Why am I challenging him?

“It won’t be a threat if I have to come back up here, kitten. It will be reality,” he warns darkly.

That’s why. Because he’s an asshole, and I don’t think he has enough people in his life who tell him no.

“You’re gonna spank me, Cash?” I ask sarcastically. “Are you going to want me to call you Daddy while you do it, too?”

His eyes flicker, and his nostrils flare as he slowly leans over, resting his hands on either side of my hips so our faces are only inches apart. “Actually, I want you to call me Daddy all the time, not just while I’m spanking you, kitten. Now, drink your fucking coffee and be downstairs within thirty minutes.”

Then he pushes himself up and stalks out of the room, leaving me, once again, staring at the door in complete shock with my mouth hanging open.

I want you to call me Daddy all the time.

Butterflies erupt in my stomach as those words replay in my mind. What the hell is wrong with me? Why does the thought of calling Cash that have me squeezing my thighs together as my panties suddenly become damp? I’m his captive. Nothing about this is sexy or hot. It’s sick and twisted, and I’m going to need lifelong therapy after this is over. If I’m even alive.

The scent of coffee interrupts my stray thoughts, and I glance at the steaming cup again.Hemade it for me. Not Edith or anyone else.

It probably tastes like shit.

Carefully, I pick it up and bring it to my lips, taking a small sip. My eyes widen as the smooth, bitter flavor washes over my tongue, followed by a lingering nutty aftertaste.

Holy crap. This is the best coffee I’ve ever had.

Before I know it, the cup is empty, and I’m sad that it’s gone.

As much as I want to defy him to prove a point, I’m not sure I want to test Cash. Would he actually come up here and try to spank me? I don’t think he’s a man who bluffs.

Something is seriously wrong with me.

Cash Savage is the enemy.

He’s a monster who will destroy me if I let him.

Which is why I need to get my hormones in check and get a hold of this situation before it gets any more out of control.

I might be his prisoner, but I’m going to make him regret the day he ever laid eyes on me.

CHAPTER 9

Cash

SHE’S MY BOMBSHELL

I keepmy eyes glued to the computer screen, ignoring my brothers bullshitting in the background. They’re used to me tuning them out. Besides, I have much more important things to do. Like watch Jordyn take her first sip of the coffee I prepared for her and then smile to herself.

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