Page 26 of Savage Revenge (Savage Sins #1)

His words sink in, and I nod. I should ask him if he’s been tested. If he’s clean. But I don’t need to. Cash might be a monster lurking in the sparkling streets of Las Vegas, but I know without needing to ask that he wouldn’t do something if it were going to harm me.

After he tosses his shirt to the side, he reaches around me with his free hand and shoves at the pile of cash, sending bills flying around us like a whirlwind.

“Lie back,” he commands.

Money lands on me, but I ignore it because I’m too busy watching as he pulls his cock out, fisting it at the base.

Holy fuck.

Dark ink covers his chest in swirls of intricate designs and scripts mixed with skulls, snakes, and symbols. It’s like a coloring book drawn on his skin. A story of his life that I don’t know and probably never will.

The way his gaze travels over me like a gentle graze sends a shiver running through me.

I lick my lips, feeling like a sexy goddess before him, lying on a pile of money with my knees bent, legs spread, practically whimpering with need.

I’ve lived a life of luxury. There’s rarely ever been a time when I haven’t gotten whatever physical item I wanted. So feeling this need—that if I don’t get him, I might actually stop breathing—is new for me.

“You’re soaked, kitten,” he groans, stroking his cock slowly while he stares at my pussy. “All for me?”

“Cash,” I whine.

His gaze snaps to mine, and he raises an eyebrow. “Daddy.”

“Daddy, please .”

“You need my cock, baby girl? Need me to fuck you and make you come apart for me again?”

I close my eyes, not wanting to admit it out loud.

“Eyes on me,” he snaps, giving my inner thigh a smack.

“Ow!” I look up at him towering over me.

“Don’t look away from me,” he growls, lining the head of his cock with to my pussy. “I want to see you while I fuck you.”

Biting my lip, I glance between us where his thick, veiny cock meets my drenched pussy. “Oh, shit. You’re too big. You’re going to kill me.”

A chuckle rumbles out of him. “Good thing you’re my strong girl. You can handle Daddy. I promise.”

As I process that, he slides his palm up my stomach, between my breasts, not stopping until he’s gripping my throat and staring at me.

I wrap my hands around his wrist, holding onto him like a lifeline.

As if he knows exactly what I want, what I need, he plunges into me, and I cry out as pain and pleasure wash over me.

“Fuck,” he groans, his expression pinched for a moment before he opens his eyes and scowls down at me. “I knew your pussy would be heaven on Earth.”

Slowly, he pulls his hips back and plows into me again, the sound of us together filling the space. With his free hand, he grips my thigh, pulling it higher to fuck me deeper.

The room spins and everything blurs, the only thing I can truly focus on is the way his cock fills me so perfectly, stroking that delicate spot inside me.

“How’s my girl?” he asks through gritted teeth, struggling to restrain himself.

Our movements are slow and measured, though each thrust is hard and deep, almost to the point that it’s too much, but at the same time, I need everything he’s giving me. Every touch makes me light on fire, wanting more.

“Oh, fuck, so good,” I whimper, rolling my hips against him.

“Yeah? You still hate me, baby? You want me to fuck you like we hate each other? Or do you want Daddy to go slow and worship this sinful body?”

It’s not even a question in my mind.

With no hesitation, I look at him with pleading eyes, my hands still wrapped around his wrist. “Fuck me like you hate me.”

Darkness clouds his gray eyes as an evil smirk pulls at his lips. The pressure on each side of my neck intensifies, and a rush of adrenaline shoots through me.

“Good answer, kitten,” he grits out.

Like a light switch, the air between us shifts, and our slow movements become hard, fast, and rough. I claw at his chest with one hand while holding onto him with the other as my body bounces against him.

I cry out, over and over, cursing and moaning as he fucks me ruthlessly. The room spins and everything blurs as tension builds, pushing me closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Then, out of nowhere, he stops, grabs me by the hips, and flips me so I’m on all fours on the poker table that’s completely covered in hundreds.

“Jesus, this fucking ass,” he snaps as he smacks it then does the same thing to the other side. “You need red handprints on it daily. Seems to be the only way to make you behave.”

Another round of spanks bounce through the room as I wince and moan, the stinging bursting into pleasure. I arch my back more, practically begging for him to fuck me again.

“Such a needy brat,” he growls, gripping my hip with one hand and lining his cock up to my pussy again with the other. “Have you ever had this round ass fucked, kitten?”

A moan pulls from me as my face heats at his words. Cash has such a filthy mouth, and I love it and hate it. He doesn’t hide what he wants to say, but I don’t always want to answer.

His palm lands extra hard on my butt. “I asked you a question, baby.”

“No.” The word comes out as a heaving breath as he thrusts into me.

“No? No man has ever played with your pretty little hole?”

There’s a sudden pressure on my asshole, and I whip my head around to look at him, wide-eyed.

“Shh. Relax, kitten. Daddy won’t hurt you. Just enjoy my dick fucking your tight pussy.”

As he says it, he pulls out and thrusts again, going even deeper, and I wonder if I’ll ever walk right again after tonight. Honestly, though, it would be totally worth it.

Money continues to scatter, but neither of us care as Cash starts fucking me hard and fast while pressing the tip of his finger into my ass, using my own arousal as lube. When he pushes past the ring of muscles, I tense, but one smack to my ass has me moaning and grinding back against him for more.

“That’s my girl. Fuck Daddy’s cock. Use me for what you need, baby.”

Letting out a cry, I throw my head back as my muscles start to spasm. With my ponytail fisted in his hand, he pulls on my hair and leans over me so his mouth hovers near my ear.

“What’s my name, kitten?”

Without a thought, I cry out, “Daddy! Oh fuck, Daddy!”

His thrusts become erratic as he presses his finger deeper into my ass. Sparks ignite behind my eyes as he fucks me ruthlessly. Then, I scream, trembling uncontrollably as my orgasm rips through me.

My pussy pulses, and my ass clenches, wave after wave of pleasure rolling through me.

“Fuck,” Cash grits out a few seconds later as he drives so hard I grip the edge of the table to steady myself.

Our movements slow, but he keeps his hands on me, stroking my back while holding me firmly so I don’t collapse as we catch our breath. Gently, Cash pulls out of me, and I moan quietly, missing the intrusion already.

“You’re dripping, baby,” he mutters, then pushes two fingers into me. “Fuck it’s so hot watching my come seeping from your cunt, but I want to keep it in there.”

My cheeks heat, and I’m glad I’m not looking at him at the moment. While I’m not usually shy, I’m not sure how to feel about him watching that.

“I need a towel. It’s dripping down my leg,” I mumble sleepily.

What time is it? It’s got to be nearly three in the morning. Then again, I’m still feeling the aftereffects of my migraine. Add in my post-orgasm adrenaline crash, and I’m exhausted.

Cash chuckles and reaches to my side, picking up a hundred-dollar bill. “This should work.”

Then he slowly runs it up my inner thigh, wiping up some of our shared pleasure. My mouth falls open, and I glare at him.

“Did you seriously just wipe our come up with a hundred-dollar bill?”

Grinning, like he’s so damn proud of himself, he folds the bill in half and tucks it into the pocket of his slacks, then starts to do them up again.

“I’ll do a better job once we get upstairs.”

I scoff, but the corners of my lips twitch.

This man is completely unhinged.

And I think I like him a lot more than I realized.