Page 52 of Savage Revenge

Cash is dangerous. I need to remember that. He’s ruthless and is known for being violent.

Yet he’s also caring in a red-flag way.

He stayed with me for hours while I slept, watching over me. It’s kind of creepy, but it’s also hot in a sexy possessive way.

“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he mutters as he studies my face. “Pissed at myself that I missed out on that last night.”

As I stare up at him, my gaze fixated on his prickly jawline, I smile. “Yeah. You really fucked up last night. I think I forgive you now, though.”

The corners of his steel-gray eyes crinkle as he lets out a soft huff of laughter.

“Brat.” Then his expression turns serious. “How’s your head?”

Wow. Apparently, orgasms work because I haven’t noticed any pain for several minutes. If anything, it’s a damn good distraction.

“It’s better. Thank you.” My eyelids droop, and the adrenaline that raced through me moments ago is quickly morphing into satisfied exhaustion.

Cash presses a gentle kiss to my forehead. A move I wouldn’t have expected from this dangerous, rough, arrogant man, which makes it feel even more special.

“Get some more rest. I’m going tampon shopping.”

I blink at him. “You don’t have to do that. Edith and Birdie have a list I can add?—”

“No,” he says sharply, already standing and adjusting his rolled-up sleeves. “I already told you, kitten. I’m taking care ofyou, and unless you want your ass to be red, I suggest you don’t argue.”

Letting out a sigh, I watch until he’s halfway to the door and then a thought pops into my head.

“What about you?” I ask hesitantly.

He pauses and turns back to me, confused. “What about me?”

I bite my lip, and my gaze travels to his still-hard cock. “What about your needs? You didn’t get anything.”

It’s a challenge to tear my eyes off his dick, but I do, and when I meet his stare, he smirks. “I might be a selfish bastard, kitten. But don’t get it twisted. I gotplentyout of that.” His expression sobers, and he pins me with a hard look. “For now.”

My cheeks burn, and he gives me one last look of hunger and something else. Intrigue maybe. Then, he disappears out of the bedroom, leaving me in a warm, sleepy, achy bubble.

And for the first time since waking up in this house, I’m not thinking about trying to get away from here.

My eyes drift shut, and I let out a deep breath as sleep pulls me under again.

When I slowly blink awake,the room is completely dark. I check the clock next to the bed, working out how long I slept.

It’s not uncommon for me to sleep for twelve hours or more during a migraine episode, but I hate doing it because it feels like a waste of a day. Although I guess today wasn’t a total loss. And it’s not like I have anything better to do.

Nearly midnight.

My body feels heavy as I swing my legs over the side of the bed. Migraine hangovers are the worst. My head doesn’t hurt anymore, but I feel like I’ve been dead for three weeks. And I’m starving. I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast. Not that I could’ve kept anything down if I’d tried.

I stand and stretch slowly, wincing as a cramp hits.

Of course. Nothing like a little uterus pain to top off the evening. At least I can say it’s right on schedule. I’m sure I’ll wake up in the morning to a homicide scene in my panties.

As I make my way to the bathroom, I wince at the ache between my legs. He didn’t go easy on me. Three of Cash’s thick fingers were almost too much, yet I think his cock is even bigger.

But when I turn on the light, I freeze and blink. Then blink again as I take in the sight.

Neatly lined up on the shiny marble counter are boxes. Eighteen of them. All different sizes, shapes, and brands of tampons.

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