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A chuckle finally rumbles out of me. “To you, my name is Daddy. And there’s nothing between us that’s embarrassing, baby. I like taking care of you. You just don’t fucking listen to me.”

She’s finally stopped trying to get free, but she still won’t look back at me. Stubborn as hell.

“Why is it that when I’m fucking you, you’re such a good girl, but when my cock or fingers aren’t inside your tight pussy, you’re a total brat?”

When I smack her ass again, she grins. Even though I don’t do it outwardly, I’m smirking on the inside because, for some fucked-up reason, I love sparring with Jordyn Kingston.

CHAPTER 18

Jordyn

CUPCAKES AND RED FLAGS

I’m startingto think I’m actually living in an alternate universe rather than being held hostage by the man who just fucked me… while I’m on my period. The same man who pulled out my tampon like it wasn’t some gross women’s problem that he didn’t want anything to do with. And the same one who makes me feel… everything.

He has no boundaries. No lines. And I’m starting to wonder how far he’ll go. In reality, I knew what I was getting myself into when I fucked him. Cash Savage may be sick and twisted, but I might be right there along with him. Which, strangely, I’m okay with. Because the last several days have been nice. Really nice.

I love Vegas, and I love my job. It’s something I was born and bred to do, and unlike my brother, I want to do it. I live for it. But I’m starting to wonder if that’s the only thing I want to live for anymore.

The smile is still on my face as Cash pulls down my shirt and comes to stand behind me, staring at my reflection in the mirror. His normally slicked-back hair hangs around his eyes slightly, and his beard is longer since he hasn’t shaved yet. The man is sex on a stick; it’s absolutely unfair how hot he is. A pang ofjealousy prickles through me at the thought of how many women probably line up for a chance with him. I hate them all.

“It’s fun being a brat to you. I’m pretty sure you need someone to bring you down a notch occasionally,” I answer proudly.

It’s true. Cash needs to be brought back to reality sometimes. One where he isn’t the boss who no one challenges.

“You’re lucky you’re so fucking cute because otherwise, you’d be walking around nonstop with a red ass,” he grumbles, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

A shiver runs down my spine, and suddenly I can’t remember why I was irritated with him a minute ago. The man gives me sex amnesia or something.

“I have a surprise for you in the kitchen whenever you’re ready. I need to shower and then make some calls.”

A surprise? Why would Cash do something for me?

“Oh, okay. I’m going to go put some clothes on, and then I’ll go down.” I shuffle toward the bathroom door, aware that I still don’t have a tampon in.

When I glance back at him, we lock eyes and stare at each other for a long moment. It should probably feel awkward. Like the morning after walk of shame. But I’m not ashamed of last night. Or this morning. That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life, and I’m going to remember it forever.

I guess being kidnapped has its advantages from time to time.

Holy hell.

The house smells like a bakery. Better than a bakery. Brown sugar and cocoa and butter. Good God, do I smell bread?

Whatever surprise Cash has for me, I have a feeling I’m going to love it. Especially since I’m already craving chocolate and carbs. Well, actually, I’m always craving those things, but it’s worse at the moment.

I nearly skip down the hall and slide into the kitchen with a grin, ready to hug Birdie.

Only she isn’t who greets me.

My smile falls as my shoulders drop. “What are you doing here?”

Beckett smirks at me. That easy-going, knows he’s hot, lazy kind of smirk that probably makes most women’s panties burst into a ball of flames. Not mine, though. Strangely enough, despite how good-looking all the Savage brothers are, only one makes me feel all squirmy.

“Good morning, bombshell. Nice to see you, too.” Beckett taps a button on the coffee machine. “I’m here because my brother said you might be craving some chocolate and other delectables this week.”

What?

I’m so confused.

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