Page 22 of Savage Revenge (Savage Sins #1)

Cash

DO YOU TRUST ME?

My poor kitten.

She’s in so much pain, but she’s pushing me away.

Not that I blame her. After what I did last night, I’m surprised she’s even speaking to me. She deserved it, though. What did she expect after shoving a gun against my chest? My own gun. Jesus. I’ll never live that down with my brothers.

Like I was going to take the risk of her climaxing and accidentally pulling the trigger from shaking so hard? Fuck no. She deserved what she got last night.

This, though, the pain written all over her features, her pale skin and sunken eyes. She doesn’t deserve this, and I’m not leaving her here to deal with it on her own.

Her bottom lip trembles, and my heart actually hurts for her.

When Kian came and told me she was searching for painkillers, I figured she was playing some game, but one look at her and I knew this was as real as it gets.

“What can I get for you that will ease this, kitten?” I prompt again.

I wish I knew more about migraines, so I didn’t need her to direct me. I’m not used to waiting for orders from someone else. I’m used to taking charge and getting things done.

“I need an ice pack. And ice. To suck on.” Her voice is barely above a shaky whisper, but I hear her and nod. I hesitate to leave her alone. Surely she’ll be okay for a moment as I go downstairs to get what she needs.

Fuck.

What have I done? Is this my fault? What causes a migraine? Lack of orgasm? I don’t think that’s possible, but what if it is? I guess I don’t blame her for wanting to shoot me. I’m an asshole.

Taking the stairs two at a time, I head to the kitchen to find something that will work as an ice pack.

When I don’t find one in the freezer, I grab a bag of frozen corn and wrap it in a towel.

I’ll text Birdie and have her pick some up from a pharmacy while she’s shopping today.

She prefers to go to the local produce markets to pick out fresh vegetables once a week. Today just happened to be her day out.

I fill a cup with crushed ice from the freezer and hurry to get back to Jordyn.

Worry isn’t a feeling I’m used to, but with as pale as she looked in the bathroom, I’m definitely concerned.

When I walk in, she’s still in the same spot with the blanket over her head. Is she cold?

“Baby,” I murmur softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Where do you want the ice pack?”

Her hand slides out, fingers open for me to hand it to her. When I do, she takes it and doesn’t say anything about it being a bag of corn instead of an ice pack. I half expected a smart-ass comment about it; the fact that she says nothing bothers me.

“Do you want some ice?”

“Will you put it on the nightstand?” she asks so quietly, as if it hurts her to speak.

I set it down and do the only thing I can think of. I reach out and place my hand on her hip over the blanket, rubbing gentle circles while I pull my phone out and search treatments and causes of migraines.

Jordyn is silent, and I read as much information as I can in just a few minutes.

“What else can I do for you, kitten? Do you think you can eat something?”

She doesn’t speak right away, and I’m not sure if she’s asleep or ignoring me. Then she lowers the blanket just enough to peek out at me.

“You don’t need to stay. I’ll be fine.”

There she is. My stubborn brat. Thinking she can handle everything by herself. All because her asshole father has taught her that she can’t count on men for anything.

“Does something trigger your migraines, or are they random?”

She closes her eyes and sighs. “They’re hormonal. I get one every month right before I start my period. I track it on an app, so I’m usually prepared and can take my medication to stop it before it gets bad, but since I don’t have my phone, I didn’t realize I was so close.”

In other words, because I took her phone. It’s my fault she’s in so much pain.

“You have prescription medication for it?”

“Yes. I have it in my purse and a bottle in my bathroom at home.”

Her words are lacking any fire, and I detest it. I wish she would tell me to fuck off. Not that I would. I’m not going anywhere until I know she’s feeling better.

“I’ll get it,” I tell her, continuing to run my hand up and down her hip. “Try to sleep for now.”

She nods, her eyes still closed, and a few minutes later, her breathing evens out, though her eyebrows are still pinched with pain.

I stay and watch her for a long time, eventually sending a text to my brothers to let them know I’m not coming in to work tonight. Thankfully, they don’t ask any questions because I’m not sure how I’d tell them I’m staying home to take care of my little kitten.

All I know is that she needs me, and I’m not leaving her side.

I’m right where I belong.

And I’m starting to wonder if this is where she belongs, too.

I watch her sleep, memorizing every slope, curve, and gentle feature of her beautiful face. Jordyn Kingston looks like an angel, but then she opens her brilliant, smart mouth and she is full of fire.

Last night was pure torture. Pulling my fingers from her soaking wet pussy had been as much of a punishment for me as it was for her.

I couldn’t let her get away with putting a damn gun to my chest, though.

Honestly, if she had shot me right then and there, it would have been worth every second I got to have my hands on her soft, lush body.

When she actually let me touch her and slide my fingers into the waistband of her panties, I nearly lost control.

Nearly stripped her naked so I could stare at every perfect inch of her body.

I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so damn bad.

With the way her pussy was literally dripping on my hand, I’d say she was right there with me.

She wanted more, and I wanted to give it to her. I wanted to give her everything . My cock, my mouth, my fingers. And I wanted to take every one of her holes until the only name she could chant would be Daddy.

When she calls me Daddy, I see double. She has no idea the effect it has on me. The way it makes me want to bend her to my will while at the same time protect and take care of her. I have a feeling she’s never had a man like me in her life before.

I have no doubt that once I fuck her, I’ll get over these constant urges I have.

She’s a brat. And a Kingston. Her name alone makes her our enemy.

She’s still fuckable, though. Even though I can’t stand her.

Yeah. Even I know that’s a lie. Maybe if I keep telling myself that, I’ll believe it.

The problem is, when I touched her and watched her nearly come apart, something shifted inside of me.

I stopped thinking about just wanting to fuck her, and I started wanting to keep her.

Not just for leverage or revenge.

For me.

My chest constricts at the thought.

She shifts slightly, a small sound escaping her lips. Inwardly, I groan and adjust my hardening cock. I want to hear that noise again. Preferably with her lips wrapped around my dick.

When her eyes flutter open, I set my laptop on the bed and sit beside her again. I moved to an armchair and had my laptop brought up to me, so I could work here while keeping an eye on her as she slept.

“Cash?” she asks, her eyebrows pinched as she looks up at me in confusion.

“How are you feeling, kitten?”

She slowly blinks then stares up at me, her expression unsure. “Like I was kidnapped and my kidnapper hit me over the head with a cast-iron pan.”

My lips twitch. This is the side of her I enjoy. Such a sassy girl. She really needs my cock in her naughty mouth.

“Normally, I use brass knuckles to knock someone out, kitten. Lucky for you, you were just so damn cute, so I carried you out of your apartment like a princess.” I give her an evil smirk, and she fights a smile. She might want to hate me, but she doesn’t. Not completely.

I reach for the bottle of water on the nightstand and hold it up. Then I wait until she scoots into a slight sitting position to put the opening to her mouth. She reaches up to take it from me, but I gently press her hand down and shake my head while I watch her take several sips.

When she’s done, I recap it and set it aside while she stares at me through half-lidded eyes. From everything I’ve read about migraines, she may still be tired and out of it even after the pain subsides.

“How’s your pain level?”

Jordyn lets her head fall back against the stacked pillows. “It’s better. My eyes are always a bit sore afterward, but it’s not excruciating like it was earlier.”

We stare at each other for a long moment.

One breath and then another. I don’t think I could ever get tired of looking at her, taking in every freckle and scar.

Not that she has many of the latter. I suspect all of her scars are on the inside.

She’s probably worked hard to keep them covered up so she doesn’t appear weak.

Not that my kitten could ever be thought of like that. She’s fierce as hell.

“What?” she finally asks, a flash of insecurity sparkling in those green irises.

I shake my head, not ready to tell her any of my real thoughts, so I change the subject instead. “Do you get a migraine like this every single month? Just before your period?”

“Yes. I have ever since I was a teen. I’m used to it. Normally, I’m prepared for it.”

“You’re going to start your period tomorrow?”

Her cheeks turn pink, and she groans. “Seriously?”

I raise my eyebrows and tilt my head to the side. “Are you shy, kitten?”

She rolls her eyes, and it’s damn adorable. I don’t think I’ve ever had a woman do that to me before. None of them would have had the guts.

“I’ll get you some tampons. Or pads. What do you need?”

The pink turns to red, and she uses a hand to cover her eyes. “Oh my God. None of your business. I’ll ask Birdie when I find her. She wasn’t here earlier.”

“She likes to go to the street markets to get produce. She likes all the craft tents too, so I give her half the day off to do that once a week.”