Page 48 of Savage Revenge

When she calls me Daddy, I see double. She has no idea the effect it has on me. The way it makes me want to bend her to my will while at the same time protect and take care of her. I have a feeling she’s never had a man like me in her life before.

I have no doubt that once I fuck her, I’ll get over these constant urges I have. She’s a brat. And a Kingston. Her name alone makes her our enemy. She’s still fuckable, though. Even though I can’t stand her. Yeah. Even I know that’s a lie. Maybe if I keep telling myself that, I’ll believe it. The problem is, when I touched her and watched her nearly come apart, something shifted inside of me. I stopped thinking about just wanting to fuck her, and I started wanting to keep her.

Not just for leverage or revenge.

For me.

My chest constricts at the thought.

She shifts slightly, a small sound escaping her lips. Inwardly, I groan and adjust my hardening cock. I want to hear that noise again. Preferably with her lips wrapped around my dick.

When her eyes flutter open, I set my laptop on the bed and sit beside her again. I moved to an armchair and had my laptop brought up to me, so I could work here while keeping an eye on her as she slept.

“Cash?” she asks, her eyebrows pinched as she looks up at me in confusion.

“How are you feeling, kitten?”

She slowly blinks then stares up at me, her expression unsure. “Like I was kidnapped and my kidnapper hit me over the head with a cast-iron pan.”

My lips twitch. This is the side of her I enjoy. Such a sassy girl. She really needs my cock in her naughty mouth.

“Normally, I use brass knuckles to knock someone out, kitten. Lucky for you, you were just so damn cute, so I carried you out of your apartment like a princess.” I give her an evil smirk, and she fights a smile. She might want to hate me, but she doesn’t. Not completely.

I reach for the bottle of water on the nightstand and hold it up. Then I wait until she scoots into a slight sitting position toput the opening to her mouth. She reaches up to take it from me, but I gently press her hand down and shake my head while I watch her take several sips.

When she’s done, I recap it and set it aside while she stares at me through half-lidded eyes. From everything I’ve read about migraines, she may still be tired and out of it even after the pain subsides.

“How’s your pain level?”

Jordyn lets her head fall back against the stacked pillows. “It’s better. My eyes are always a bit sore afterward, but it’s not excruciating like it was earlier.”

We stare at each other for a long moment. One breath and then another. I don’t think I could ever get tired of looking at her, taking in every freckle and scar. Not that she has many of the latter. I suspect all of her scars are on the inside. She’s probably worked hard to keep them covered up so she doesn’t appear weak. Not that my kitten could ever be thought of like that. She’s fierce as hell.

“What?” she finally asks, a flash of insecurity sparkling in those green irises.

I shake my head, not ready to tell her any of my real thoughts, so I change the subject instead. “Do you get a migraine like this every single month? Just before your period?”

“Yes. I have ever since I was a teen. I’m used to it. Normally, I’m prepared for it.”

“You’re going to start your period tomorrow?”

Her cheeks turn pink, and she groans. “Seriously?”

I raise my eyebrows and tilt my head to the side. “Are you shy, kitten?”

She rolls her eyes, and it’s damn adorable. I don’t think I’ve ever had a woman do that to me before. None of them would have had the guts.

“I’ll get you some tampons. Or pads. What do you need?”

The pink turns to red, and she uses a hand to cover her eyes. “Oh my God. None of your business. I’ll ask Birdie when I find her. She wasn’t here earlier.”

“She likes to go to the street markets to get produce. She likes all the craft tents too, so I give her half the day off to do that once a week.”

Jordyn’s eyebrows pull together as she stares up at me. “You give her half a day off so she can shop for crafts?”

I shrug, not really sure why she finds that surprising. I might be an asshole to the outside world, but I have a soft spot for the people I care about.

“Pads or tampons, kitten?”

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