Page 80 of Savage Revenge

After a long pause, she reaches for my hand and threads her fingers through mine, and all I can think about is what it would look like if she had my ring on her third finger.

“I’m truly sorry about your dad,” she says quietly. “I wish I could change it for you. And if I can help find out who did it, even if it was my father, I will. It would be a lot easier, though, if you let me go back to work and access any information that could help you.”

I swallow, my chest aching with the reminder that she isn’t here of her own free will. She’s here because I’m holding her hostage. We might have an undeniable chemistry. Something so off the charts that I’m not sure I’ll ever experience it again in my life. But at the end of the day, she doesn’t want to be here. She wants to go home. To be free.

I’m just not so sure I’m ready to let her go.

“Come here,” I command gently.

She doesn’t hesitate, rolling up onto one knee while moving the other over me until she’s straddling my hips. Her fleshy thighs are bare, the swimsuit cover-up she’s wearing barely comes down past her wide hips. I wrap my hands around the soft flesh, my skin heating as I give her a squeeze.

We stare at each other, and then slowly, she lets me pull her down so her mouth is hovering above mine. I wrap my fingers around the back of her neck possessively and close the gap between us, kissing her gently and deeply at the same time.

When we finally part, I’m rock hard. She smiles and rolls her hips slightly, rubbing her pussy over my length. There’s way too much material between us, yet it does nothing to tamp down my arousal.

“How are you feeling? Do you still have cramps?” I ask, running my thumb over her lower stomach. She tenses and pulls back slightly, like she doesn’t want me touching her there. Toobad for her, she’s going to have to get used to it because her softness is one of my favorite things about her.

“No. I’m good. My butt hurts worse than my cramps.”

I chuckle and run my hands around her to cup her ass, squeezing. “You can pretend to hate it when I spank you or force you to be a good girl, but your eyes and body tell me a different story, kitten. You like it when Daddy takes control so you can let that busy mind rest, don’t you?”

She shifts against me, and I know she doesn’t want to answer.

But she’s going to.

Because if this is the last night I get with my kitten, I want to know that I did something right for her while she was here.

CHAPTER 24

Jordyn

I CAN BE HIS GOOD GIRL

He’s so hard,and it’s rubbing so perfectly right where I need it. What is it about him that I can’t get enough of? A few hours ago, I wanted to slit his throat, and now I don’t want him to stop touching me.

Admitting to him that I love it when he takes control, though? It’d be like giving an ace to an already loaded hand. It could be something he uses against me in the future. Something he probably will. And I think I want him to. Because, apparently, I am as unhinged and fucked up in the head as he is.

“Do you want to be my good girl, baby?” he asks, lifting his hips slightly, so the ridge of his cock grinds against my sensitive clit.

His fingers grip my hips, not letting me move to seek out any friction. We stare at each other, only the sounds of nature surrounding us, and I can’t help but care for Cash. Fuck. What I feel is so much more than that.

“Yes,” I finally whisper. “But I’m still on my period.”

The air crackles around us. Nothing but us under the starry sky. He slides his hands up and down my thighs, sending a trail of goosebumps behind them.

“I don’t have to fuck you to worship you, baby. Just let Daddy make you feel good. Can you be a good girl for me and let me do that?”

Oh, God. All he has to do is keep talking like that and I might come.

I nod, my fingers trailing over his hard chest to the buttons of his shirt. He might want to make me feel good, but I want to do the same. If I don’t get to touch his bare, inked skin, I don’t know what will happen. When he doesn’t stop me, I go to work while he grinds his hips against me and kneads my ass, moving me with him.

“You’re everything,” he murmurs, his gaze studying my face. “So fucking beautiful. Too good for this world.”

The words barely register. I’m too occupied with his sculpted pecs and abs, so solid and lickable. After he fucked my mouth earlier, all I could think about after he left was how badly I wanted him to do it again.

“Take my dick out, kitten.”

My hands tremble as I yank at his belt and undo his slacks. His cock jumps in my hand when I give it a slow stroke and lick my lips. I might have to be naughty more often if it gets him to fuck my mouth again.

---