Page 26 of Savage Revenge

Birdie pats my arm. “Your secret is safe with me.”

Taking my coffee with me, I leave the kitchen and wander into a large living room at the center of the house with floor-to-ceiling windows on the outside wall. On another is a long, glassed-in fireplace that spans the entire length of the TV mounted seamlessly above it. Everything is sleek and shiny. Smooth lines and monochromatic colors. Totally Cash Savage. And I don’t hate it either, if I’m being totally honest. Outside, the pool sparkles like glitter. It’s unfair how beautiful this place is, considering it belongs to a total psychopath.

“I want to go out there,” I tell Caleb, motioning toward the French doors.

He shrugs. “You can. Just don’t try anything stupid.”

I point to my bare feet and glare at him. “I might want to get out of here, but I’m not dumb enough to run through the desert with no shoes on.”

“You were going to go out the front door barefoot.” He smirks.

“Because I figured there were cars out there I could steal. Duh.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Okay, how about no more talking because I can’t stand you,” I quip.

He laughs, and I want to flip him off, but instead I turn my back to him so he can’t see my smile.

I step outside and sink into one of the lounge beds beside the pool. While it’s early in the day, it’s already hot out here. It’s also quiet, other than the sound of the large waterfall on one end of the pool. I could definitely enjoy some time out here with the tall palm trees providing bits of shade and the smaller ones giving the area a tropical and serene feel.

As I let out a long breath, I set my coffee beside me and stare at the brilliant blue water. My thoughts continue to churn as Cash’s questions replay in my head about my father, the business, and the money.

It’s bullshit. It’s got to be.

Yet, part of me thinks that Cash might be right.

And I hate that.

CHAPTER 11

Cash

SHE PUT A SPELL ON ME

I’ve never felt soout of control around a woman. Especially one who is so fucking maddening.

Watching her shower was wrong. On so many levels, but I couldn’t look away. She’s so perfect. Thick and soft with round hips and big tits that would hang so perfectly in my face if she were on top of me, riding my cock like a good girl.

The water pounds my back as I stroke my cock, picturing her leaning against the shower, sliding her hands between her legs to fuck her little pussy with those delicate fingers. Was she thinking about me? About me being her Daddy? Wishing I’d grab her by the throat and bend her over something so I can fuck her hard and fast?

I suck in a breath, my fist moving faster. Her body was so damn wet and slick, water dripping down her pebbled nipples while she cried out “Daddy.” She was calling out for me. I know it. She may notwantto be attracted to me, but she is. And fuck, I’ve never been so hard in my life.

Water splashes around me as I brace myself against the wall with one hand and let my head roll back. “Fuck, kitten,” I groan.

Harder and faster, my hand moves as my balls tighten and my ass clenches, visions of Jordyn on repeat in my mind. Thatround ass I want to spank so fucking much. Those tits that I want to mark.

Mine.

My vision blurs as sparks race through me. I pump my dick like a desperate man. Resting one hand against the tiled wall, I brace myself as my climax explodes from me, shooting ropes of come into the spray.

I drop my head forward, my chest heaving, gasping for oxygen.

Goddamn.

I’m completely fucked.

This is not what I need right now.

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