Page 49 of Savage Revenge

“Cash,” she whines, and it’s so damn adorable. “I’ll ask Birdie or Edith.”

I want her to whine like that while I fuck her ass.

Shit. I should not be thinking about that right now.

I use my palm to discreetly adjust my hardening cock and force myself to breathe.

“No. You’re not asking them for anything. You’re askingmefor what you need, kitten. You need your neck massaged, you ask me. You need some fucking oil rubbed in to your perfect body, you ask me.Noone else.”

Her embarrassment shifts in an instant, and her expression turns into a scowl as she shoots daggers at me. “I’m not asking you for shit. The last time I did, you pulled a dick move and left me hanging.”

We stare at each other, and I swallow hard as the vision of her begging for more while pushing a gun to my chest comes to mind. I should have been terrified that she would pull the trigger, but instead, I was hornier than I’ve ever been.

Doing what I did last night was a dick move. But I never claimed to be a saint. I’m a fucking Savage, and I’m a selfish prick. Besides, she needed to learn a lesson. Little brat couldhave killed me. Still, for some fucked-up reason, I hated letting her down.

“Do you trust me?” I ask quietly.

Her mouth falls open as she gapes at me. “Are you seriously asking that, Cash?”

After hearing her call me Daddy last night, my first name rolling off her tongue pisses me the fuck off.

“Think about it, Jordyn. Have I actually hurt you? Caused you any true harm?”

She stays quiet, staring at me like she isn’t sure how or if she wants to answer that.

I rise from where I’m sitting and lean over her, resting my hands on either side of her head. “So really, kitten,” I say again, eyes locked with hers. “Do you trust me?”

Finally, she blinks and bites her lip. “I shouldn’t, but for some reason, I do. I still hate you, though.”

I smile and slowly nod. “That’s fine, baby.”

Because hate, I can live with.

It’s that she trusts me that scares the shit out of me.

Ignoring the alarm bells blaring in my head, I lower my face so our lips are nearly touching. That alone has my cock hard. The smell of coconut and sugar fills my senses, and I would bet my entire fortune that she tastes as good as she smells.

“I did some reading while you were asleep,” I murmur as I brush my lips over hers.

She tenses but doesn’t push me away. When I scrape my stubble along her jaw, a shiver runs through her.

“Reading?” she echoes. “You know how to read?”

A growl works its way out of my throat. “If you want to keep being a fucking brat, this can end with a spanking instead of an orgasm, kitten. And since I read that orgasms help with migraine relief, I think you’d prefer if we go that route.”

Her eyes go wide. “Fuck off, Cash. I’m not falling for your bullshit again. That was seriously fucked up.”

I lean down again, barely brushing my lips over hers. Just enough to get a taste of her. “And pulling my own gun on me wasn’t?”

Those heart-shaped lips twist into a smirk. “You deserved it.”

I chuckle as my hand slides up to her jaw, cupping it as I press kisses to her collarbone. Seeing her in one of my shirts instead of her own clothes only adds to the possessiveness I feel right now.

She hasn’t touched me back yet, and it’s starting to piss me off, but her body arches toward me like she can’t help it.

“You drive me absolutely insane,” I murmur. “Constantly in my head. Under my skin. It’s maddening how fucking badly I want you, baby. But you needed to learn a lesson about who is in control here.”

Her lashes flutter, and when I meet her gaze, I see conflict in the depths of those green pools. She wants me just as much as I want her, but she wants to fight it, too.

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