Page 23 of Savage Revenge (Savage Sins #1)

Jordyn’s eyebrows pull together as she stares up at me. “You give her half a day off so she can shop for crafts?”

I shrug, not really sure why she finds that surprising. I might be an asshole to the outside world, but I have a soft spot for the people I care about.

“Pads or tampons, kitten?”

“Cash,” she whines, and it’s so damn adorable. “I’ll ask Birdie or Edith.”

I want her to whine like that while I fuck her ass.

Shit. I should not be thinking about that right now.

I use my palm to discreetly adjust my hardening cock and force myself to breathe.

“No. You’re not asking them for anything. You’re asking me for what you need, kitten. You need your neck massaged, you ask me. You need some fucking oil rubbed in to your perfect body, you ask me. No one else.”

Her embarrassment shifts in an instant, and her expression turns into a scowl as she shoots daggers at me. “I’m not asking you for shit. The last time I did, you pulled a dick move and left me hanging.”

We stare at each other, and I swallow hard as the vision of her begging for more while pushing a gun to my chest comes to mind. I should have been terrified that she would pull the trigger, but instead, I was hornier than I’ve ever been.

Doing what I did last night was a dick move. But I never claimed to be a saint. I’m a fucking Savage, and I’m a selfish prick. Besides, she needed to learn a lesson. Little brat could have killed me. Still, for some fucked-up reason, I hated letting her down.

“Do you trust me?” I ask quietly.

Her mouth falls open as she gapes at me. “Are you seriously asking that, Cash?”

After hearing her call me Daddy last night, my first name rolling off her tongue pisses me the fuck off.

“Think about it, Jordyn. Have I actually hurt you? Caused you any true harm?”

She stays quiet, staring at me like she isn’t sure how or if she wants to answer that.

I rise from where I’m sitting and lean over her, resting my hands on either side of her head. “So really, kitten,” I say again, eyes locked with hers. “Do you trust me?”

Finally, she blinks and bites her lip. “I shouldn’t, but for some reason, I do. I still hate you, though.”

I smile and slowly nod. “That’s fine, baby.”

Because hate, I can live with.

It’s that she trusts me that scares the shit out of me.

Ignoring the alarm bells blaring in my head, I lower my face so our lips are nearly touching. That alone has my cock hard. The smell of coconut and sugar fills my senses, and I would bet my entire fortune that she tastes as good as she smells.

“I did some reading while you were asleep,” I murmur as I brush my lips over hers.

She tenses but doesn’t push me away. When I scrape my stubble along her jaw, a shiver runs through her.

“Reading?” she echoes. “You know how to read?”

A growl works its way out of my throat. “If you want to keep being a fucking brat, this can end with a spanking instead of an orgasm, kitten. And since I read that orgasms help with migraine relief, I think you’d prefer if we go that route.”

Her eyes go wide. “Fuck off, Cash. I’m not falling for your bullshit again. That was seriously fucked up.”

I lean down again, barely brushing my lips over hers. Just enough to get a taste of her. “And pulling my own gun on me wasn’t?”

Those heart-shaped lips twist into a smirk. “You deserved it.”

I chuckle as my hand slides up to her jaw, cupping it as I press kisses to her collarbone. Seeing her in one of my shirts instead of her own clothes only adds to the possessiveness I feel right now.

She hasn’t touched me back yet, and it’s starting to piss me off, but her body arches toward me like she can’t help it.

“You drive me absolutely insane,” I murmur. “Constantly in my head. Under my skin. It’s maddening how fucking badly I want you, baby. But you needed to learn a lesson about who is in control here.”

Her lashes flutter, and when I meet her gaze, I see conflict in the depths of those green pools. She wants me just as much as I want her, but she wants to fight it, too.

“I hate you,” she whispers weakly.

I kiss her again and again. Slow, gentle drags of my lips over hers. Like a hit of a cigarette, each one so fucking satisfying.

My cock is hard and throbbing. So damn painful. I don’t just want her, I need her. But even more than that, I need to make her feel good.

“Did you play with your pussy last night after I left?”

I know the answer because as soon as I walked out of her room, I went into mine and watched her on the camera feed while I fucked my own hand.

“I tried,” she admits.

“But you were Daddy’s good girl instead, weren’t you?” I praise darkly.

She bites her lip and moans when I kiss her again, this time her hands come to rest on my pecs.

Then she pushes against me, her eyes closed. “Go away.”

“I’m not going away, baby. I’m going to make you come.”

“I don’t believe anything you say.”

I lean in again, close enough for my breath to mix with hers. “You don’t have to believe me, kitten. You just have to feel it.”

Without waiting for permission, I pull the blanket back and reach for the waistband of her lacy panties, running my fingers over her soft, slick, and already soaked pussy.

Jesus Christ.

“Tell Daddy what you want.”

She licks her lips and shakes her head. “Go fuck yourself.”

“Tired of that. I’d rather be fucking you, baby.”

I press my fingers lower, teasing her entrance before I push two of them into her tight pussy. She narrows her eyes, half confused, half affected by what I’m doing.

“You think I haven’t been fucking my hand since the moment you got here?

That every second I’m in the shower, I’m not thinking about you?

Picturing you bent over the tiled seat while I spread your little pussy and fuck you so hard and deep that the only word you know by the time we’re done is my name? ”

Her lashes flutter, and she runs her tongue over her lips again like an invitation that I take while I slowly finger-fuck her, getting her used to the intrusion.

“Every time I close my eyes, I picture you on your knees in front of me while I fuck your smart mouth, gagging you until tears run down your pretty face.”

Her pupils dilate, and her breath stutters. She shakes her head like she doesn’t believe it, so I shift slightly so she can see me.

“Look at me, baby. Look at my cock pressing against my slacks for dear life.”

When she does, her eyes widen, and she reaches out to run a finger along the rigidness, driving me insane. Then, as if she realizes what she’s doing, she pulls her hand away like she’s been burned.

I ease another digit into her, and she gasps, her hips shifting against me. She’s soaking. And the sound of us, wet and so fucking sinful, makes my cock throb so hard I swear I see stars.

It’s torture.

“You’re so wet, kitten.”

She whimpers, and I thrust my fingers into her hard and deep until she’s grinding against me.

“Please,” she cries out.

“Please, what, baby? What do you want?”

Jordyn shakes her head, not saying a word. And I hate myself for doing this. She won’t ask me for what she wants because of the mindfuck I pulled last night.

That’s okay, though. I know what she wants. I feel it. Her body is telling me what her mouth won’t.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” I whisper. “Jesus Christ, I don’t think you know how perfect you are.”

She lets out a breath as she stares at me, her eyes a treasure chest of emotions, but glazed over with arousal.

Her pussy spasms, and she cries out. She’s so fucking close. So close and so perfect.

Pushing up the T-shirt, I reveal her heavy breasts and groan. Her rosy, budded nipples are practically begging for attention. I don’t hesitate as I take one into my mouth, sucking hard then switching to the other one.

My kitten whimpers and mewls, her entire body trembling as she gets closer and closer. The mix of her perfume and arousal surrounds us, and I’m practically salivating to taste her.

“Kick your panties off and spread your thighs wider for Daddy.”

She obeys, and when I finally get a good look at her pussy, I nearly explode in my underwear. Smooth, pink skin, shiny with her wetness, and thick, soft thighs for me to grab onto. Heaven.

“Good girl. So good. That’s it, fuck my hand.”

“Oh, God!”

I chuckle darkly. “Don’t call out for God, kitten. You call out for me. Call out for Daddy. I’m the only fucking name you should be screaming.”

“I’m so close. Please, please,” she cries. “I hate you.”

My lips twitch as I thrust harder, curling my fingers when I do. “That’s okay, baby. You can hate me while you come for me.”

Adding my thumb to her clit, I apply pressure and lean my head in to kiss her, her hands clawing at me like she’s desperate for anything and everything. I give it all to her; my hands, my tongue, my body, grinding against each other as she tenses under me, then screams into my mouth.

I keep teasing her as she shudders and comes apart for me while we stare at each other. It’s intimate, and so damn hot, watching her let go for me. To see her let go of her walls and let me see all her layers of beauty.

“Daddy!” she cries, and my cock leaks from the tip as I barely hold onto my own control.

I just hope I can keep control over other parts of me, too. Parts I didn’t think still worked. Maybe it’s just this gorgeous, brilliant, smart-mouthed woman who made my heart beat again.