Page 13 of Savage Revenge (Savage Sins #1)

Cash

SHE PUT A SPELL ON ME

I’ve never felt so out of control around a woman. Especially one who is so fucking maddening.

Watching her shower was wrong. On so many levels, but I couldn’t look away. She’s so perfect. Thick and soft with round hips and big tits that would hang so perfectly in my face if she were on top of me, riding my cock like a good girl.

The water pounds my back as I stroke my cock, picturing her leaning against the shower, sliding her hands between her legs to fuck her little pussy with those delicate fingers.

Was she thinking about me? About me being her Daddy?

Wishing I’d grab her by the throat and bend her over something so I can fuck her hard and fast?

I suck in a breath, my fist moving faster. Her body was so damn wet and slick, water dripping down her pebbled nipples while she cried out “Daddy.” She was calling out for me. I know it. She may not want to be attracted to me, but she is. And fuck, I’ve never been so hard in my life.

Water splashes around me as I brace myself against the wall with one hand and let my head roll back. “Fuck, kitten,” I groan.

Harder and faster, my hand moves as my balls tighten and my ass clenches, visions of Jordyn on repeat in my mind. That round ass I want to spank so fucking much. Those tits that I want to mark.

Mine.

My vision blurs as sparks race through me. I pump my dick like a desperate man. Resting one hand against the tiled wall, I brace myself as my climax explodes from me, shooting ropes of come into the spray.

I drop my head forward, my chest heaving, gasping for oxygen.

Goddamn.

I’m completely fucked.

This is not what I need right now.

And I’m not sure what to do about it.

I want her.

I shouldn’t have her.

But I shouldn’t have done a lot of things in my life.

It’s never stopped me before.

Making quick work of it, I wash my hair and body and rinse, then step out and wrap a towel around my waist. As I walk into my bedroom and pass by the floor-to-ceiling windows, a figure down by the pool catches my eyes.

There she is.

She’s out of her room.

And she’s lying by the pool like she owns the place. In my clothes.

My dick twitches. Why the hell did I give her my clothes? Am I trying to punish myself?

A deep, possessive ache settles in my chest, and I rub the spot like that might make it go away. It doesn’t.

I should let her go.

She’s not mine.

I’ve thought about it a dozen times since she got here.

But every time I think about her walking out of this house, I think about my father’s body under that tarp on the Boulevard and those thoughts disappear.

She’s a Kingston. She’s not going anywhere.

Not yet. I’m not sure if it’s because I want to use her to hurt her father or if I want her for myself.

I watch as Caleb says something to her. She laughs and shakes her head, and he chuckles like they’re sharing a private joke.

Jealousy flashes through me like a strike of lightning. I clench my jaw and grab my phone.

Cash: Quit talking to Jordyn. She is not your friend.

Three dots appear immediately.

Caleb: Yes, sir. Sorry, boss.

My fingers tighten around the phone.

Another text comes through.

Caleb: This is a list of stuff she wants from her place. Panties, leggings, a hoodie, an extra bra, flip-flops, a swimsuit, and a gun so she can “shoot the controlling asshole.” Those were her words, not mine.

I stare at the screen, eyes narrowed, and then reply.

Cash: Did you talk about her panties with her?

Caleb looks at his phone and tenses his shoulders.

Caleb: No, sir. She just told me to add them to the list. That’s all I did.

As I read the list again, I know there’s no way in hell I’m sending anyone to get these things for her. I’d have to murder them for touching her panties. Is she telling Caleb about her panties?

Fuck it.

I guess I’m going to Jordyn’s apartment myself.

Using the keycard from her purse, I enter the apartment building through the front doors, nodding silently to the underwhelming doorman.

The skinny kid eyes me but doesn’t say anything.

Not that I blame him. No one in their right mind fucks with a Savage.

It pisses me off, though. Clearly, he knows I don’t live here, but he doesn’t bother to ask any questions or try to stop me from going to the bank of elevators.

It’s not safe for her to live here. There isn’t enough security. Any psychopath could get up to Jordyn’s apartment, and that’s not acceptable.

Shaking my head, I step onto the elevator, and just before the doors close, a bejeweled cane swings into the lift, stopping them.

Then, an old woman hobbles in with a tiny rat-looking dog in her arms. I recognize her.

We saw her the other day outside the apartment building.

She was walking the rat, and we were about to go in one of the back entrances.

Beckett helped her pick up her keys, and then she made a comment about what a nice ass he had.

My lips twitch at the memory. That was entertaining, seeing my brother blush.

“Oh, it’s you again,” she greets me brightly. “Do you live in this building?”

Before I can answer, she looks at the rows of buttons, her eyes landing on the thirtieth floor already lit up.

“Oh, you’re going up to Jordyn’s apartment. I’m so glad. Are you her boyfriend? She needs a man.”

Heat spreads through me. Does that mean she doesn’t have one? Or that she hasn’t had one in a while?

“Are you her boyfriend?” she asks persistently, her gaze hopeful.

Without thinking, I nod. “Yes, ma’am.”

The older woman grins, her dentures floating awkwardly in her mouth. “But, the man you were with the other day… he’s single?”

This time, I chuckle with my nod. “He’s single.”

And because Beckett’s been pissing me off lately, I add, “And he really enjoyed meeting you the other day. He told me three times how much he loved your cane.”

I’m not sure how old she is, but the fact that she doesn’t seem afraid of me is interesting. Most people avoid speaking to me unless they have to. Some even head in another direction to avoid me. But not this woman.

“I bet he does. The young men always love the cane. I don’t think he could handle me, as sad as that is to say, since he’s so handsome,” she replies thoughtfully. “Oh, well. Tell that cutie we’ll meet again in another lifetime.”

Jesus. This woman is something else. She’s right, though. I don’t think Beckett, or any man, would be able to keep up with her. Still, she’s fun to talk to.

“Has Jordyn had many boyfriends?” I wonder without thinking.

She shrugs, shaking the dog in her arms slightly, but the animal doesn’t react. I study it, wondering if it’s even alive. When its tongue lolls out of its mouth, I let out a relieved breath.

“Jordyn is too busy trying to prove herself to her jerk of a father. Since she’s been back in Vegas, she works nonstop and gives no time for herself. There’s some boy she likes, but I think they’re just friends.”

That jealousy flares again, and I straighten. Who the fuck is this guy she’s friends with? I don’t like that.

Before I can ask any more questions, the elevator dings, and the woman winks at me. “It was nice seeing you again, dear. You’re quite a looker. Too bad you couldn’t handle me either. Tootaloo!”

I gape at her as she hobbles out to the hallway, and I’m still stunned as the doors close and take me up to Jordyn’s floor. I have never met such an interesting person before. I’d bet my entire fortune that she has some stories to tell that would shock even me.

The moment I swipe the card to unlock Jordyn’s apartment, her scent hits me. Sugary and clean. Like cherry, and a soft musk. I don’t know how something can smell so sweet and innocent but so sultry at the same time. I guess that seems to be Jordyn’s entire MO.

Unlike last time, as I move throughout the space, I examine it. Nothing in here seems like it’s Jordyn’s style. It’s muted and boring. The opposite of the smart-mouthed brat I know. She’s bold and strong.

I head to the bedroom and find a bag in the closet, then start grabbing everything she asked for.

When I open her underwear drawer, I stare at all the colorful lace and silk.

I grab a handful that I toss into the bag, and then pick up a black lace pair.

Without hesitation, I bring them to my nose and inhale, closing my eyes.

Even though they’re clean, I swear I can smell her, sweet yet subtle, and my cock instantly goes hard.

Everything about her gets me excited. What the hell is wrong with me?

I smile as I pocket the panties. Silly girl was worried about Beckett being the panty sniffer.

Little does she know, I’m just as sick and twisted.

She’ll find out, though.

Soon enough.

Because as much as I don’t want to want Jordyn, I don’t think I can control my urges for much longer.

I move to her bathroom and grab half a dozen skincare bottles that are displayed near the sink. Then I move to the vanity, and a red bottle immediately catches my eye. Small and square. It’s the only bottle of perfume in here. I reach for it and read the label.

Electric Cherry by Tom Ford.

I knew there was cherry in it. I uncap it and bring it to my nose.

Fuck.

That’s so good.

It’s slightly different smelling it in the bottle compared to when I get a hit of it straight from her. It’s even better on Jordyn, but this is close enough to feed my seemingly growing addiction.

Finally, I pocket the perfume, then move on to grabbing a few other random things that look like they’re used regularly. I want her to feel at home at my house.

Maybe in my bed, too.

For the time being.

She’s still outside when I get back. Same lounge chair. A bottle of water and a small charcuterie plate next to her. Fucking Birdie. My damn housekeepers are going to make Jordyn feel like she’s staying at a fucking resort.