Page 34 of Savage Revenge

Other parts of me, however, which is what I’m even more pissed off about, are singing with horny joy that a fine-ass man like Cash is jealous over me. I shouldn’t like it. It should disgust me. I should hate the man even more than I already do. My pussy shouldn’t be aching and wet, even after all these hours. Yet I can’t stop squirming and rubbing my thighs together in search of a little friction. Why didn’t I put my vibrator on my list of things to bring from my apartment?

Letting out an irritated sigh, I glance over at Caleb, who’s sitting in one of the pool chairs with his sunglasses on and thighs spread wide.

I wasn’t flirting with him in the first place yesterday. If Cash wants to see what that actually looks like, though, I’ll sure as hell show him. Who I flirt with isn’t up to him. I’m not going to just ignore my security guard who literally stands ten feet away from me all day. Even if I do still want to flip him off.

Glancing over my shoulder, I watch as Caleb scans the area around us, then looks at me. He looks smug as hell like he always does. The urge to tell him to fuck off is strong, but the urge to piss Cash off is even stronger.

“What are you doing all the way over there?” I ask sweetly, sitting up on the lounger and reaching for the hem of my white cover-up, then I pull it over my head.

“I’m doing my job, Miss Kingston. Did you need something?” he asks, meeting my gaze again.

I pick up the bottle of tanning oil I brought out and lie on my stomach. “Do you think you could put oil on my back? I can’t reach.”

Caleb stills, his shoulders completely tense as he takes in my white bikini. The bottoms aren’t a thong but might as well be with as much as my ass swallows the material. I’m sure he’s getting more of an eyeful than he expected. And with my curves, it’s a lot to take in. I probably shouldn’t be in a two-piece at my size, but living in Vegas has made me care less about covering up and more about not dying of heatstroke just to hide myself.

“Sorry, Miss Kingston. Putting on oil isn’t on my contract,” he explains slowly as though he has to think about how to form each word.

Brushing my loose hairs away from my face, I roll on my side to look at him, giving him a full view of my heaving cleavage, wide hips, and thick thighs. “Oh, come on. It’s just oil.”

Before he gets a chance to respond, one of the doors slams so loud we both startle. A second later, Cash comes storming in my direction, the sleeves of his dark gray dress shirt rolled up, exposing his veiny, tattooed forearms. His eyes are nearly black and deadly.

A flurry of anticipation, nerves, and excitement bursts through me, and I swallow heavily as he makes his way toward me like a charging bull.

Caleb doesn’t move from his spot, and Cash stomps right past, ignoring him completely.

I smile to myself. Good. Now he knows how it feels to be angry. I just hope he doesn’t take it out too hard on Caleb. It’s not his fault. He’s just a pawn in my game to piss off the big boss.

Cash leans over me, a hand on each side of my body as he brings his mouth to my ear. His trimmed beard scratches against my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine.

“You just made a big mistake, kitten,” he growls in a low tone. “One you’re going to be paying for the rest of the day.”

As I start to roll my eyes, he sits next to me with one knee resting on the lounger so he’s turned toward my face. I try to scoot away, but he keeps an arm over my waist, yanking me against him and making me yelp. He has me pinned on my stomach, the pressure of his hold so strong I can’t move.

Heat pools between my legs, but fury consumes me as I start fighting.

“Let me go!”

“I’ve warned you to be a good girl. I ordered you to quit flirting with Caleb. Did I not?” he asks in a sharp tone that has me questioning my game.

“I wasn’t flirt—” I’m cut off by the sharp sting of his palm meeting one of my ass cheeks. “Ow! Did you just spank me?”

Heat sizzles over my ass, and I try to reach back to rub it, but he grabs my wrist before I can. No matter how much I wriggle,I can’t get free, and all Cash is doing is blocking my swings and holding onto me. Effortlessly.

Caleb hasn’t moved, and as soon as I notice, my cheeks heat. He doesn’t look away. Humiliation washes over me, knowing he just saw Cash smack my ass. I drop my eyes and try to block him out completely.

“That was a swat. Your spanking is coming, though. Answer my question: Did I tell you to be a good girl and stop flirting with Caleb?”

“Cash—”

Smack!

“Ow!” Shit, that hurt. That was so much harder than the first one, the sound echoing in my mind. I wince and push my hands against the lounger, trying to break free of his grasp, but he holds me down, his large hand gripping my opposite hip. It’s warm and soothing yet bruising at the same time.

“Answer me, kitten. Did I fucking tell you? Because I’m pretty goddamn sure I made it clear as hell what I expected.”

Shoot. What things did he tell me? I can’t keep up with him right now. Oh, the flirting with Caleb and being a good girl. Well, yes, he said those things, but he can’t tell me who I can or can’t flirt with. Who does he think he is? The king? Of his dreams, maybe.

“Let me go!” I scream weakly.

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