Page 104 of Savage Revenge

I told him he needs professional help, but it might be me who needs it because my entire body sparks to life when he gets that way.

He emerges from the bathroom, all muscles, tattoos, and swagger as he makes his way to me, holding out his hand for me.

There’s not a single guard anywhere in the house.

Home.

I slow my steps and look around. Cash notices and glances back at me, concerned.

“What’s wrong?”

“You really want me to stay here with you? I can keep my apartment and come over when you want to see me.” I hate that my insecurities are showing. In the business world, I’ve always been confident and sure of myself. I’m smart, educated, and good at what I do. But behind closed doors, I know my flaws. I see them when I look in the mirror. So there’s no way he doesn’t.

Cash’s eyes darken, and he moves over to me, cupping my face in both hands. “No, kitten. That won’t work. Because I want to see you every second of every day. I don’t want you to stay with me. I want you to fuckinglivewith me. In our home. I want you to make it yours. Decorate it. Burn it down and build a new one. I don’t give a fuck what you do, but this is where you belong. You’re not keeping your apartment as backup because there’s no out from this. If we fight, we make up. If we don’t make up right away, I’ll sleep on the floor next to your side of the bed. But there will be no cheating, no lying, and no leaving. This is your home. I will be having your name put on the deed next to mine. Except the last name will be Savage because you will be my wife.”

Tears fill my eyes, and I nibble on my bottom lip, emotions swelling in my chest.

“You’re so bossy,” I choke out on a laugh.

He grins, the heart tattoo under his eye lifting slightly. “Yeah, baby. I am. Now get outside so we can look at the stars together. Edith already set up espresso and gummy bears for us.”

As we walk outside to the same double lounge bed we dry-humped on last night, I can’t help but remember the first night I was here, watching him from the window. Falling for him even then.

I get comfy on the bed as he lowers himself next to me. We lie on our backs beside each other, staring up at the dark sky, our fingers entwined. Neither of us speaks, but we don’t have to.

Finally, I turn onto my side, propping my head on my hand. “Can you promise me something?”

He glances at me and raises an eyebrow, then scoots back slightly to sit up more. “It depends. If you ask me to put five kids in your belly, the answer is yes. If you ask me to let you hug Caleb ever again, I’ll take my belt off right now.”

I laugh and roll my eyes, playfully slapping his chest. “I will hug Caleb anytime I want. I think he needs more hugs. Maybe it will make him smile more. Sheesh, the man has resting dick face.”

Cash lets out a low growl from the back of his throat, but doesn’t say anything, so I continue, “No more cameras in the bathrooms.”

“How about I make you a deal? I’ll do no cameras in the toilet room.”

My mouth drops open as I stare at him, speechless. Is he fucking insane? That is the only possible answer.

“No.”

“Why not? I want to watch my pretty girl getting ready in the morning if I’m not home. Or watch you showering, washing that sexy body. We both work a lot, I need to see you as often as possible.”

It feels like I’m losing my mind because why does what he’s saying make sense? And why does it make my pussy ache?

Cash pulls a pack of cigarettes out and lights one, waiting for me to answer him. When I shoot him a glare, he gives me the panty-dropper smile that makes me melt, and I want to smack him again because I hate that it works on me.

Irritated, I snatch his cigarettes and lighter and put one up to my mouth.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Shrugging, I flick the lighter and inhale, trying not to cough like a total amateur, even though this is my first cigarette ever. It’s fun to mess with him, though.

“I’m smoking. You do it.”

He grabs it from between my fingers and flicks it into the pool. “I don’t give a fuck. You’re not allowed to do it.”

“Why not? Why is it okay for you and not me?”

“Because. I’m me. I can do whatever I want to my body. You are you, and you’re too fucking precious.”

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