Page 24 of Savage Revenge

Everything feels like a push and pull between us. He likes my smart mouth. As much as he tells me to stop being a brat, I can see it in the way his eyes sparkle whenever I sass him or say something he didn’t expect. I’d bet good money that Cash hasn’t been challenged very much in his life so this is something new for him. And if I’m being honest, which I hate myself for, I enjoy provoking him. The attention he gives me, like I’m the only one who exists when we’re in a room, and how he keeps getting close to me—too close—makes me have desires I didn’t know existed.

Something tells me while Cash might let me be a brat to him most of the time, he’s the type of man who wants complete control in bed. He’s the type who doesn’t ask or fumble; he takes and gives, but at his own pace, and there’s nothing I’d be able to do about it.

Not that I actuallywantto fuck Cash. He’s an asshole. Besides, other than his terrible personality, he’s a gorgeous bad boy who probably has beautiful women falling at his feet. I’m the last person he would want to fuck.

Letting out a sigh, I grab the clothes and take them into the bathroom, avoiding my reflection as I strip out of my dirty outfit. I guess I’m going commando today since the only things he provided were sweats and shirts.

I reach into the huge shower and turn on the spray, waiting for it to heat up before I step in. The water scalds my body, but I don’t care. I let it burn, hoping to wash away this fucked-up cocktail of anger, confusion, and, God help me, want.

My hands slide over my skin, slower than they should. The image of his dark eyes locked on mine as he leaned in a little too close floating through my mind. He calls mekitten, and I should hate it, but I don’t. It feels special. Something only meant for me.

I let my fingers travel between my legs. I shouldn’t be thinking about him. But I can’t stop. As I run over the tiny bundle of nerves, I lean back against the tile, my fingers working as I picture those tattooed arms caging me in. The way he smirked at me when he told me his dick gets hard every time I brat him. And like a flash of lightning, I come harder than I want to admit, biting my lip to the point of breaking skin to keep from making a sound. It doesn’t work, and I choke out a sobbing, “Daddy,” while I ride the forceful waves of ecstasy.

My pussy pulses as pleasure spreads through me, and when it’s over, I sag against the wall.

It takes me a few minutes to come back to reality, and when I do, I feel nothing but shame.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” I whisper.

I’m not supposed to want Cash Savage. I hate him with all of my being.

And yet… there’s something about him I can’t shake.

Frustrated, I quickly wash my hair and body with the brand-new bottles of soap and shampoo left in the shower and then get out to dry off. When I pull the shirt over my head, it falls to mid-thigh and hangs off one shoulder. It could practically be a dress. All I’d need to add is a sparkly belt and some heels.

The thought makes me laugh.

Kidnapped chic.

His sweats are huge too, and I nearly break the string on them trying to get them tight enough so they don’t fall off. I guess now is a time to be grateful for my big butt since it’s helping to keep them in place.

Gotta look on the bright side.

A knock at the bedroom door startles me. Before I can answer it, it creaks open, and an older woman comes in carrying a tray of food. She’s got soft brown eyes, a round face, and the kind of smile you instantly trust.

“Good morning, darling,” she says warmly. “You must be Jordyn. I’m Birdie. I’ve brought you some breakfast.”

The smell of coffee, mixed with something buttery and sweet, makes my stomach growl. I force myself to ignore it.

“Birdie, it’s nice to meet you. Do you think you could, uh, call the cops for me? Tell them I’ve been kidnapped and give them the address here?” I ask with an innocent grin.

Edith wouldn’t help me out, but I have a good feeling about Birdie.

The older woman smiles, the lines near her eyes crinkling as she does. “You’re in good hands here, Jordyn. Just relax. Consider this a little vacation. Live it up in Cash’s house. Take a dip in the pool. It will be nice.”

My eyebrows shoot up to my forehead. “A vacation?”

She sets the tray down and then brushes a crumb off her apron. “Cash only wants answers, darling. I think you’ll find he’s not nearly as cruel as he pretends to be.”

I narrow my eyes, suddenly feeling on edge. “I don’t think you know the man you’re working for.”

Birdie shrugs, her warm brown eyes sparkling. “I knowexactlywho I’m working for. Give him a chance, darling.”

She’s gone before I can respond, leaving me alone with a tray of croissants, scrambled eggs, fresh fruit, and a steaming cup of coffee. I can’t resist the coffee, and as soon as I take a sip, everything feels a little less fucked up. Even if it only lasts for a minute or two, I’ll enjoy my moment of bliss.

I’m restless.

It’s only been an hour since breakfast, and I’ve walked every square inch of this enormous, beautiful bedroom, looking for a way to escape. Unless I’m suddenly able to climb the walls to get to the ceiling and then magically shapeshift into a tiny version of myself and fit through the air vent, I’m pretty sure I’m stuck.

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