Page 25 of Savage Revenge (Savage Sins #1)

My lips part as I turn my head slightly to meet his gaze, his praise replaying in my mind. A shiver runs up my spine, and I force myself to pull my eyes away. His three brothers are watching us. Hopefully, they aren’t as perceptive to the sexual tension between Cash and me as I am.

Beckett grins at me from across the table, and I can’t help but roll my eyes.

I want to hate him, too, but he has this charisma that draws everyone to him, including me.

I’d bet all the money in my bank that the guy is a total psychopath under all that fun-loving personality. But still, he doesn’t scare me.

I sit a few feet away from the round table, not wanting to chance getting food on it since it looks like it cost a small fortune, adorned with neon lighting, leather lining, and comfy armchairs surrounding it.

The entire time they play their hand, I observe while I try like hell to eat my pasta in a ladylike manner.

It’s a struggle not to inhale it because it’s so damn good and I’m so hungry.

When they end that game, I tell them to play another so I can finish my food. I also want to watch them for a few more hands. It’s always good to know what you’re up against.

It only takes a few minutes for me to know that Cash favors sevens and Beckett’s favorite suit is hearts.

Kian clears his throat when he’s not bluffing.

I can’t get a good read on Xander, though.

The man is a tough nut to crack in general.

Then again, they’re all obviously unhinged, considering they’re sitting here with their hostage while playing poker.

At one point, Cash goes to the bar in the corner of the room to get a drink. The entire room is set up elegantly, like one of the best casinos on The Strip only scaled down to this space, and it’s perfect.

He comes back with a short glass in one hand filled with whiskey and sets another tall glass in front of me that looks like ice water.

“Drink, baby. I read you need to stay hydrated after a migraine,” he murmurs while his brothers are in the middle of their own conversation.

I side-eye him and raise a brow. “I’ve been taking care of myself during and after my migraines for the past ten years.”

His jaw tenses, and he slides his gaze to me, his head tilted. “Are you going to keep talking back to me or are you going to obey your Daddy and drink your water?”

Gosh, it’s fun to irritate him. I really want to keep talking back to him. But once again, because I’m such a good girl, I stick my tongue out at him, then pick up my glass and take a big drink.

“Show me that tongue again and I’m going to assume you want my cock in your mouth, kitten. I kind of like the thought of that. You, on your knees under the table, sucking my dick while I play cards.”

I nearly spew water everywhere, but end up coughing instead. Beckett and Kian look at me with amused expressions while Xander looks irritated, like always. And Cash is just smiling like the smug motherfucker he is. God, he’s such an arrogant asshole.

Finished with my pasta, I set the bowl aside and turn my face to Cash expectantly. “Give me some money.”

When I hold out my hand, he looks at it, then up at my face. “Why would I give you money, kitten?”

“Because I’m being held hostage in your house and I want to kick your ass in poker, so give me some money.”

“I’ll give you some money, bombshell. How much do you want?” Beckett asks, pulling out ten thousand-dollar bundles of cash from under the table.

“You’re not giving her any money, asshole,” Cash snaps, pulling his own bundles of cash out from under the table. “The only money she’s taking is mine.”

Something sparks inside me at the possessiveness in his voice. I shouldn’t like that.

“Don’t worry, Lassie.” I smirk at Beckett. “I’m going to take your money, too.”

The man grins at me and winks. “Woof.”

“Jesus Christ,” Xander mutters, rubbing his forehead. “Beckett, just shut the fuck up and give her some chips.”

“How much do you want, kitten?” Cash asks as he continues handing me bundles.

“I’m going to leave this room with all of it, so I don’t really care how much you give me to start out with.”

Cash glares at me and hands me his entire briefcase of cash, grumbling about me being a brat. I smile triumphantly and hand over the money in exchange for chips, my stomach fluttering at Cash’s actions when Kian starts dealing cards.

I’m sure these guys are good at poker. They may even be great.

But I’m better.

And they’re about to find that out.

Two hours later, Beckett groans as I rake in the last of his chips.

“How the fuck did you do that?” Kian asks, staring at me in disbelief.

I did, in fact, take all their money. Every last chip.

Beckett puts the pile of real cash we used to buy in on the middle of the table and pushes it toward me. Two-hundred-and-fifty-thousand dollars.

I suppose technically I owe Cash the fifty thousand I took from him, but then again, I think I’ll keep it. Purely to rub salt in the wound.

“Just like you guys, I grew up in the world of gambling. But I was kept in the background. Always watching. Always observing.” I shrug like it’s not a big deal.

Like it doesn’t bother me that my father had Jacob join him at poker games, but I could never because there’s no room at the table for girls. At least that’s what he always says.

Cash clenches his fist on the table, reading me like an open book. It’s unnerving as hell.

“You should never be kept in the background,” Cash growls forcefully, startling the hell out of me.

I stare at him for a long moment, unsure of what to say to that. Cash continues to surprise me, and it’s starting to make me question my own opinions of people. To be totally fair to myself, though, he did kidnap me the first time we met, so I think judging him right off was acceptable.

When I finally look away, he tells his brothers he’ll walk them out. They all say goodnight before walking out of the room, leaving me reeling with a huge pile of cash in front of me.

I spent the evening with Cash and his brothers, and I had the best time I’ve had in years. And none of them made me feel like I didn’t belong at that table with them.

When I’m about to head up to my room, Cash returns alone. I swallow heavily when he closes the French doors behind him, shutting us in together.

Heat blooms between my legs as he slowly stalks toward me, the air crackling around us.

“What are you doing?” I ask, glancing around the room like someone might pop out to save me.

Cash stands tall, his shoulders back and head held high. “I’m trying to decide whether I want to fuck you right on top of that poker table or if I want to take you upstairs so I can spread you out on my bed and worship you slowly.”

The air gets caught in my lungs, and my nipples bud under the thin fabric of the shirt. Blood rushes in my ears, and I grab the edge of the table to keep myself from swaying.

He stops a few inches away and lifts his hand, brushing the back of it over my peaked nipple before he cups my chin. I silently gasp and drop my head back slightly to look at him.

We stare at each other, his fingers sliding over my cheek to my neck, which he grips firmly. His eyes blaze with a mix of whiskey and arousal, and I hold my breath, waiting for what he decides to do next.

“Fuck it,” he growls. “I can’t wait.”

Then his hands are on my hips, lifting me onto the table with ease while hundred-dollar bills scatter as I lean back. He rips at my shirt, yanking it over my head, and I obediently lift my arms for him, without thinking twice.

I need this.

I deserve this.

It won’t be long before I’m a distant memory in Cash’s life, but for the moment, I seem to be his whole world. And I’m going to enjoy every second of it.

“Jesus Christ,” he groans as he stares at my breasts. “You are so fucking perfect, it should be illegal. That’s why God gave you a smart mouth, isn’t it? To make sure all the weak-ass men can’t handle you. Good thing I’m not an average man, kitten.”

He seems like he’s talking to himself, so I don’t respond other than moaning when he palms one of my breasts, rolling my nipple between his fingers.

“Kiss me,” he snaps.

Looking at him through half-lidded eyes, my thighs spread open with only my lacy panties providing any kind of shield, I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his mouth to mine.

Our lips and tongues explore while he grinds against my core, both of us grasping each other desperately.

A second later, he jerks back and stares down at me as he tears my panties off, dropping them on the floor at his feet.

His gaze travels over my entire body, and a sliver of insecurity creeps through as he takes in every bit of me. The heat in his eyes and the outline of his hard cock give me the reassurance I need.

“Spread your legs, kitten. Show Daddy what a good girl you can be, and let me see that perfect pussy.” It’s a command, and a rush of excitement pools in my core as I obey.

Fuck, it feels good to obey Cash.

I don’t know why. I’ve never enjoyed submitting to a man before. But this, this is more. It feels so intimate and natural between us.

He licks his lips and adjusts his cock then steps between my thighs and wraps his fingers around the front of my throat.

“You’re so pretty when you obey your Daddy. Such a good fucking girl. Legs spread for me, that perfectly pink pussy on display, dripping with your arousal. Those big tits practically begging for my marks. Such a good kitten, aren’t you?”

I should hate how condescending he sounds. Yet my pussy spasms. I’m pretty sure he sees it because he smirks and squeezes the sides of my throat.

“Are you on birth control?” he asks, reaching down with his free hand and unbuckling his belt, the clink filling the space between us.

“Yes. I have an implant.”

“I want to fuck you bare.”