Page 23 of Savage Revenge

I push off her and take a step back, tension crackling between us like a rubber band. We stare at each other for a moment before I look away and start pacing. I’ve got to get a hold of myself before I do something I shouldn’t. Something I’ll surely regret.

Finally, I stop and turn to face her. “You can go anywhere in the house you want, including the backyard and pool. But Caleb stays with you at all times when you’re out of this room. Got it?”

She doesn’t answer.

Bending down, I snatch her chin in my hand and force her to look at me. “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. Do you understand?”

Her pupils dilate, and her pink lips part as she stares up at me with pure defiance. “Yes, Daddy,” she chirps with a smirk. “Is that better for you?”

My dick throbs in my slacks, and I give her chin a slight squeeze before I straighten. She is such a brat.

I point toward the clothes I tossed on the bed. “Clothes.”

When she picks up one of my shirts, she looks at it like it’s roadkill. “These aren’t my clothes.”

“You said you wanted something else to wear. So you’ll wear mine.”

“I meant mine,” she hisses. “From my house. Can someone take me there to grab some stuff?”

“Not happening, kitten. You’ll try to run or pull some stupid shit that will only piss me off and get your ass in trouble.”

She glares at me.

I sigh and wish like hell I had a cigarette right now. “Jesus. Make a list. I’ll send someone.”

Jordyn crosses her arms, and I want to tell her she’s not allowed to do that anymore, but I don’t. Because honestly, I enjoy the view too damn much, and I’m too damn selfish to take that little bit of joy away from me.

“Fine. But don’t send your Golden Retriever to get them. He totally seems like a panty sniffer.”

I stop mid-step as I’m heading to the door and glance back at her, chuckling. “You’re probably not wrong about that, kitten.”

She actually smiles for the first time all morning, and it sends a wave of pleasure through me to be able to witness it.

“Make a list, kitten. I’ll make sure someone other than Beckett picks up whatever you need.”

Then I’m gone, nodding at Caleb before I stride into my bedroom, slamming the door behind me.

As soon as I’m alone, I strip.

I need a shower.

A cold one.

Maybe two.

Otherwise, I’m going to end up doing something really fucking stupid.

CHAPTER 10

Jordyn

I COULD GET USED TO THIS

As soon asthe door shuts behind him, I let out a frustrated sigh and hurl the nail file across the room. It hits the wall with a pathetic and unsatisfying clatter and slides to the floor. I need something bigger to throw. And breakable. Preferably at his head.

I press my fingers into my eyes and try to breathe. It takes me a minute, but after I’ve calmed down a smidge, I glance down at the clothes he left for me. I pick up one of his T-shirts that I’m not sure I can picture him wearing and bring it to my face. The fresh scent of detergent tells me it’s clean, but the strength of his cologne tells me he sprayed it before he brought it to me. Unhinged motherfucker.

The corners of my lips curl up as I close my eyes and take another whiff. My stomach tightens, and a tingling sensation blooms between my legs. Why do I like that he marked his shirt before giving it to me? What the hell is wrong with me? A lot, I’m quickly learning. Because apparently, I have the hots for Cash, and that is creepy as hell. The man kidnapped me. Druggedandkidnapped, to be exact. I should hate everything about him. I definitely hate his cocky personality, but something about him stirs a yearning inside of me that I’ve never experienced. EvenElliott hasn’t given me the kind of urges I get whenever I’m around Cash.

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