Page 43 of Savage Revenge

I’ve never held a gun.

But I’ve seen enough of them to know how to turn off the safety and pull the trigger.

Cash doesn’t move.

He just stares at me, eyes steel-like on mine. “What are you doing, kitten?”

“I’m going to kill you,” I whisper. “And then I’m going to run.”

He takes a step closer, and I flinch, raising the gun higher. Why isn’t he afraid?

“Shoot me then. Go ahead. Shoot me, baby.”

I shake my head. “I’m not bluffing, Cash. I’ll do it.”

A slow smirk forms on his lips. Dark and deadly.

“Do it, kitten. Shoot me if you want to do it so badly.”

We lock eyes.

I don’t breathe.

My hands shake as he takes another step closer.

“Stop,” I exhale.

Another step.

The barrel of the gun presses against his chest, but he doesn’t grab it. Instead, he reaches up and digs his fingers into the hair at the back of my neck, fisting it in his hands.

“You were hoping to get fucked tonight, kitten? Hoping the asshole who was going to take you out would make you scream? Is that what you need? To scream, baby?”

My heart is going to beat out of my ribcage as Cash leans in, his mouth hovering near mine. The tip of the gun digs into his sternum, and my hands shake. He talks so filthy. Like he knows exactly what I need.

“I bet if Daddy slid his hand between your legs right now, you’d be soaked.”

A small noise escapes me, but I don’t lower the gun.

“Shoot me, kitten,” he goads me quietly.

Slowly, with his fist still gripping my hair, his other hand slides over one of my breasts, giving it a gentle squeeze before he trails a finger down my stomach.

My body hums and my brain goes fuzzy, and when his warm, calloused fingers start to slide into the waistband of my shorts, my knees nearly crumble. He isn’t gentle, but he isn’t rough, either. His movements tell me he knows exactly what he’s doing.

A shudder runs through me. I can’t remember the last time a man touched me. I’ve never ever felt like this with any man before. So out of control. So needy. So desperate for more.

Cash moves his hand even lower until he reaches my clit, and I tremble as he rubs the perfect spot that has me seeing stars. The heat of his fingers and the pressure he uses are perfect. As if he’s touched me like this a million times before. Like he knows my body better than I do.

“Do you still want to shoot me? Or do you want Daddy to make you come?”

A moan slips from my lips, and my head falls back as he teases my pussy. My hand relaxes slightly, the heavy weight ofthe gun pulling it down. I don’t say anything. I won’t admit what I want.

“You’re soaked, kitten. Is that all for me?” He presses a kiss to my jaw, his short beard scratching at my skin. “Such a smooth pussy. Jesus. Do you know how fucking hard you make me?”

I shake my head and whimper as he pushes a finger inside me. After a beat, he adds a second one, stretching me so perfectly. The sound of him thrusting in and out of my wetness makes my cheeks heat. I hate how aroused I am for him. He hears it too and smirks.

“I can promise you the asshole you were going to go on a date with wouldn’t make you wet like this. He won’t make you come like I will. He wouldn’t even know what to do with someone as perfect as you. You’re a fucking goddess, baby girl. You know that? A bratty goddess that I want to punish and fuck at the same time.”

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