Page 75 of Savage Revenge

She lunges at me, fists swinging, slamming into my chest. My cock throbs as I grab her wrists, locking them in my hands to hold her still.

“Stop,” I warn.

“Let go of me!”

“No.”

Jordyn yanks at her arms, though I won’t let go. She can be pissed all she wants, but I’m pissed too.

“I’m done playing your fucking games, Cash! Let me go. I’m done with your mindfucks. I’m done!”

Squeezing her wrists harder, I yank her toward me until we’re nose to nose, and the only sound I hear is blood rushing in my ears. “Games?” I roar. “That’s rich, kitten, coming from the one who plays games, too! Shaking your ass in front of Caleb. Eating goddamn gummy bears in my house to fuck with me!”

She blinks once, twice, then shoves at my chest. “What are you talking about? They’re my favorite candy! I didn’t ask for them! Birdie got them for me. She asked me what a bunch of my favorite things were when we first met.”

My grip on her falters, and suddenly I can’t take a full breath. “You… what?”

Tears shine in her wild green eyes. I stare at Jordyn, lost for words. I thought for sure she’d heard one of us talking about gummy bears or one of my brothers said something to her about it and she’d gotten them to fuck with me. Seeing that bag of candy had shaken me to my core. I thought she’d done it to hurt me. But she hadn’t. Not at all.

“You have hidden cameras in my bathroom. That’s so fucked up, Cash. I’ve stayed here and been pretty chill about this whole situation, but it’s time to let me go. Because this,”—she motions her hand between both of us—“is over. I need to leave.”

My heart starts to race as panic rises in my chest. I automatically shake my head. “You’re not going anywhere, kitten.”

Despite the tears in her eyes, there’s a fire in those beautiful irises of hers. My girl is going to fight me, and I’m going to love every fucking second of it.

“You ran,” I say tightly. “You don’t get to run from me. Not now, not ever.”

She tries to shove at my chest, but I still have hold of her wrists, so she’s unsuccessful. My cock aches as she continues to struggle.

“I hate you!” she screams.

I chuckle and push her toward the edge of the bed. “We both know that’s not true, baby. Do you know what happens to naughty girls who try to run from their Daddy and then lie about how they feel?”

In one swift move, I let go of one wrist and spin her around with my grip still on the other. I press my hand between her shoulder blades until she falls forward, her chest resting on the bed and her feet dangling over the side. She screams and thrashes, but when I pull her arm behind her and pin it to her lower back, she’s stuck.

“Do you know what happens, kitten?” I prompt again. “They get to feel their Daddy’s belt on their ass. Then they get their filthy mouth fucked.”

I reach down with my free hand and undo my belt; the clinking of metal on metal is drowned out by her screams.

“Let me go! I hate you so much!”

With one yank, the leather slides through the loops with a sharp whoosh.

Her breaths are ragged. She’s furious, and when she turns her head and locks eyes with mine, there’s a flicker of need mixed with the hatred she wants to feel but doesn’t.

“I don’t think you hate me, kitten. In fact, I think you might love me.”

CHAPTER 22

Jordyn

LESSONS LEARNED

Denial is on my lips,but it’s cut off by the whizz of his belt being yanked from his tapered waist. My pussy clenches, pulsing like a heartbeat with nothing but need and desire.

How can I possibly want him after what he did? And now, he thinks he’s going to punish me for running?

His palm pushes me into the mattress, my wrist restrained by his bruising fingers. Leaving marks like I’m his to mark. Am I?

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