Page 53 of Savage Revenge

I can’t help it.

I giggle. Full-on shoulders shaking laughter.

That man. He bought me tampons. And obviously had no idea what he was doing so he got everything. It’s overkill. Absolutely ridiculous. It was also weirdly thoughtful.

The memory of earlier hangs over me. His hands, his mouth, his words. The way he made me feel perfect and beautiful. How easily he made me come apart like it was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen.

Another light cramp hits, and I’m snapped back to reality. I need a shower. Maybe I’ll feel half human again after and then I can search for food.

I turn on the shower and stare at myself in the mirror as I take off his shirt and drop it to the floor. A small purple spot near my collarbone catches my attention. Is that a bite? He marked me. On purpose?

My face flushes at the thought. I shouldn’t think that’s hot.

And yet, I sigh and step under the spray, smiling like a damn fool.

Elliott wouldn’t have been able to make me feel like that. He’s good-looking. Hot in a way that is often found on magazine covers. It wouldn’t surprise me if he runs on a treadmill daily and does a million sit-ups to get washboard abs. He might even do them in front of the mirror because he’s a little cocky like Cash.

There’s just something about the man that makes me think he might not care about someone else’s pleasure. Like he would put on a perfect show to the public, but maybe behind closed doors, he wouldn’t be quite as attentive. Not that I have any hard evidence to go on, but it’s a deep gut feeling. Elliott isn’t a bad guy. He’s just… not Cash.

I shower quickly, avoiding my hair, then dry off and put on a clean pair of panties and another of Cash’s shirts. They’re so damn soft and comfortable; the perfect length for a nightshirt. That’s the only reason I keep wearing them.

Barefoot, I creep out of my room, surprised to find the hallway empty. I’m starting to wonder if Cash fired Caleb. Or possibly killed him. Damn, I should probably ask. I’d be the one responsible, and overall, Caleb isn’t that bad.

As I creep through the house, I wonder where Cash is. Not that it matters.

When I walk into the kitchen, Edith smiles up at me, a flicker of surprise in her deep brown eyes. “Jordyn, dear, I’m so glad to see you up. Birdie told me you haven’t eaten since breakfast, and I was starting to worry. I don’t want you withering away.”

I giggle again, something I’m not used to doing so much. I can’t help it, though. Between Edith and Birdie always feeding me, I’m pretty sure I’m up ten pounds just since coming here. Weight I do not need to be gaining.

“Food sounds wonderful, Edith.” I lean against the huge island because I know she won’t let me make my own meal even if I tried.

The older woman practically beams at me and pulls out a covered plate from the fridge. “I’m so glad. I made pasta for dinner. Is that okay?”

“Carbs, cheese, and sauce? Is that really even a question?” I ask with a grin, and she laughs as she pops the plate into the microwave.

When she pulls it out and hands it over to me, I nearly moan as the aroma of garlic and parmesan hits me.

“Cash is in the game room, dear. Go say hi.”

I nod and carry my plate through the house, not waiting to start eating as I move down a wide hall. When I reach the open doors into the enormous game room set up like a partial arcade and a partial casino, I pause, wide-eyed. Because Cash isn’t alone, and I have no pants on.

Cash is sitting at a poker table with a cigarette in one hand and cards in another, but the second he senses me, his eyes snap up.

Then three other heads turn.

Kian. Beckett. And Xander.

Heat rushes up my neck.

“Sorry,” I mutter. “I didn’t realize you had company. I just came down to get some food. Edith said you were in here.”

Beckett grins first. “Hey, bombshell. Come join us.”

Kian groans, shaking his head.

Xander raises an eyebrow like he’s analyzing me.

I ignore the three men’s gazes, keeping mine trained on Cash.

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