Page 44 of Savage Revenge

Oh shit. I squeeze my eyes shut, relishing in the sound of his deep voice and the feel of his thick fingers. This is what pleasure should feel like.

My entire body tenses and my pussy clamps around him, needy as hell. I’m so close. I just need a little more. Just a tiny bit more.

“Ask Daddy to make you come,” he commands softly, nipping at my neck.

Oh God. I’m truly going to hate myself for this. But… I need it so bad. I loathe him, but I want him even more. Just this once. I can go back to hating him tomorrow. Maybe I’ll even shoot him then, too.

He adds a third finger and rubs his thumb over my clit. I grind against him, spreading my thighs wider, and barely holding myself up as my head drops forward to rest on his shoulder. The gun is still between us, but I use one hand to grip his bicep to steady myself. His grip tightens in my hair, sendinga zing of pain through me that goes straight to my nipples. I cry out, my muscles tensing.

“Please…” I whimper. “Please make me come, Daddy.”

As soon as the words come out of my mouth, everything stops. He pulls his hand away at the same time as he snatches the gun from my limp hand.

My eyes fly open to find him glaring at me. “Bad girls don’t get to come, kitten.”

He brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean while I try to grasp what just happened.

“Cash,” I mumble, my mind still fuzzy and reeling. “What the fuck?”

“Next time you point a gun at me, kitten, pull the fucking trigger,” he sneers. “Go to bed. And don’t youdaretouch your pussy because I will know and I will punish you, and it will be much worse than what I just gave you.”

Then he’s gone, the sound of the lock engaging after him, and I’m left staring at the door with tears welling in my eyes as my entire body continues to tremble.

What did I just do?

Oh my God.

I just let Cash finger-fuck me.

I asked him to make me come.

And he pulled away.

A sob works its way up from my chest as I go to the bed and slump down. That motherfucking bastard. How dare he? I should have shot him. But he played me. Like a damn instrument. Then he left me hanging.

Well, fuck him.

I can finish myself off.

Pissed and still turned on, I get under the covers and slide my hand into my panties. As soon as my fingers touch my clit, I letout a sigh. And then, I stare at the ceiling, trying to find the right spot to touch, but I can’t. It almost feels like I’m numb.

His words replay in my head.

Go to bed. And don’t you dare touch your pussy because I will know and I will punish you, and it will be much worse than what I just gave you.

He’s not the boss of me. In fact, he can literally go fuck himself. Except, all of a sudden, my arousal fizzles out, and I’m stewing over the fact that he just edged me and then left.

Grinding my molars together, I pull my hand free and roll over onto my stomach, punching the pillow as I do.

I hate that man.

I hope he chokes on a gummy bear.

Tomorrow, one way or another, I’m getting the hell out of his house and as far away from Cash Savage as possible.

There’s gotto be something somewhere in this house. Although knowing Cash, he probably locked up every bit of medication after he brought me here. He wouldn’t want to take a chance of me swallowing an entire bottle of something because then I’d be worthless to him. But dammit, I need a painkiller.

I lift to my tiptoes to open another cabinet. I’ve already been through every bathroom in this house and come up with absolutely squat.

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