Page 60 of Savage Revenge

“Pretty sure we’ve already covered that this is my house, and I can do whatever I want, kitten.”

She blinks slowly, licking her lips and my cock aches. Maybe I should go over there and fuck her face while she pees. That would get her to be quiet.

“Are you okay?” I ask again.

“I’m fine, Cash. I just need to go tomybathroom.”

Cocking my head, I furrow my eyebrows. “What do you need? I’ll get it.”

Then it hits me. “Ah, fuck, did you start your period? I’ll grab some tampons.”

Her cheeks turn pink. “Oh my God, how many do you think I need? I only need one. The pink box with the butterfly on it.”

I’m already halfway out of my bedroom by the time she finishes her sentence.

It only takes me a second to find the right box, ripping it open and sending tampons everywhere.

I grab a handful.

Fuck.

I’ll clean the rest up later.

By the time I return, her cheeks are bright red, and without looking at me, she holds her hand out.

“Let me put it in for you, baby.”

Her head snaps up, mouth dropped open. “You’re not putting it in! Give it to me and get out.”

Smirking, I slowly shake my head. “Let Daddy take care of you. Stand up and spread your legs.”

Fire roars to life in those green pools as she balls her hands around the hem of my T-shirt. The one she’s using to cover her pussy like I wasn’t just balls deep inside it.

“Cash, hand over the tampon right now, or so help me God, I’ll bleed all over your fucking house on the way back to my room.”

Laughter rolls out of me. “Kitten, if you think a little blood is going to scare me, you have no idea who the fuck I am. Now, spread your lush thighs, and let me put this in your pretty pussy.”

“You’re an asshole.”

I stride closer, narrowing my gaze. “You know, you’re the first woman to speak to me like that.”

She huffs and snatches the tampon from my hand. “Yeah, well, I’m the first woman who hasn’t wanted you for your money. I prefer a man with a good personality, which you don’t have. Now, get out!”

Even though I’m having fun with her, I don’t want to ruin the good night we’ve had, so I press a kiss to her head and leave her alone, even though every possessive cell in my body wants to be in there with her. Apparently, I’m twisted as fuck and obsessed with Jordyn Kingston.

After what feels like too long, my pissed-off kitten emerges from the bathroom.

“You’re an asshole.”

I guess she’s still mad about the tampon thing. She has no idea the kind of man I am. How little privacy I would give her if she were mine. How little privacy she already has.

Instead of heading toward the bed, she starts toward the door, but she doesn’t get far before I become a wall of possessiveness to stop her.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Even in the dim light, her eyes sparkle at me, fight and fire dancing in them. “I’m going to bed, Cash. Get out of my way.”

“Not happening, kitten. Turn your ass around, now, and get into bed.”

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