Page 99 of Savage Revenge

I WILL WORSHIP HER

She’s flushed,having an inner battle on whether she wants to disobey me or not. It’s adorable. I love seeing the emotions flying over her face. She might be the best poker player in this family, but that’s the only time she’s good at bluffing.

I offer her my hand and wait, inwardly grinning as she glares at it first, then sighs and takes it.

My good girl.

Her fingers are small and soft compared to mine, just like the rest of her. She doesn’t bother to slip her sandals back on. I love seeing her padding around barefoot like this. Comfortable. Inourhouse.

We pass by a mirror, and she glances at it, then freezes and gasps. “Oh my god. Daddy, why didn’t you tell me I look like this?”

Her ponytail is a tousled mess, her lips are still swollen, and her cheeks are a shade of pink that matches her ass. She looks perfect to me. Because she looks like mine, and I want the entire world to know that.

She scrambles to straighten herself, trying to finger-comb her tangles and smooth down her wrinkled dress.

Leaning against the wall, I let out a quiet laugh and watch her.

So adorable.

God, I’m obsessed with her.

When she’s satisfied with how she looks, she takes my hand again and follows me as we step out of the French doors onto the oversized patio off the side of the house. Out here, my brothers and Caleb are passing a bottle of liquor around that I assume came from one of our cars.

Jordyn slows for a second, and I glance at her right as she meets my gaze.

“I don’t think Xander likes me,” she states softly. “Are you sure this is going to be okay?”

Wrapping my arm around her, I pull her into my chest and kiss the top of her head. “You’re my queen. Of course it’s okay. Don’t worry about Xander. He probably needs to get his dick sucked or something.”

She smiles, and I wink at her, then nudge her farther out until they notice us.

“Bombshell, you look to be in a better mood.” Beckett grins.

I smack the back of his head, glaring at him. I can’t wait for the day he meets his woman. I’m going to make his life hell. Fucker.

Jordyn rolls her eyes. “Shut up, Lassie. Otherwise I’m going to give Mrs. Duffy your phone number and tell her you want to take her on a date.”

“That’s so mean, bombshell.” Beckett holds his heart like he’s physically pained.

My shoulders shake as I laugh.

My kitten can hold her own. That’s for fucking sure. But if the time ever comes that she can’t, I’ll burn the world down for her.

She steps forward and tries to pull her hand free as she heads in Caleb’s direction.

I tighten my grip. “Where are you going, kitten?”

“I want to go thank Caleb. He?—”

“No,” I snap.

She blinks several times, her eyebrows pinched, studying me. “Are you kidding me? Are you jealous? I have your come in my ass, Daddy.” She says the last part quietly enough for only me to hear.

Glaring at her, I clench my jaw. “You knew what you were getting into, kitten. I’m a jealous and possessive asshole. Get used to it.”

Fire lights in her eyes again, but it’s arousal. Not anger. She likes this side of me. And thank fuck for that, because I have a feeling I’m going to piss her off with my overbearingness.

We both go over to where Caleb is standing, his eyes peeled for any signs of danger, even here. He’s good at his job and takes it seriously; it’s one of the things I respect most about him.

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