Page 48 of Savage Revenge (Savage Sins #1)
Cash
TIL DEATH DO US PART… AND THEN EVEN AFTER
One month later…
“You’re breathtaking, kitten.”
She gazes up at me, her arms wrapped around my neck as we sway to Teddy Swims, All that really matters. “And you’re incredibly handsome, Daddy.”
My chest swells as I stare at her. My wife. My kitten. My everything . And all I can think about is: It doesn’t matter how long I get to spend with her, it will never be enough.
We got married one month ago in a shitty Las Vegas chapel—because why would we not?—and tonight we’re having a reception in our backyard, celebrating with the people closest to us. It’s small and intimate; it’s perfect for us. We both keep our circles small for good reason.
“You’re going to wear this dress tonight when I fuck that pretty mouth and smear your lipstick all over my cock,” I whisper as I move her slowly around the dance floor in front of our guests.
She lets out a soft gasp, her fingernails digging into my skin, making my dick jump.
I chuckle softly, pressing a kiss just below her ear. “My sweet, naughty girl. I love you so much.”
Closing my eyes, I soak in her warmth. Her softness. Everything. It’s not always going to be easy between us. We’ve had several fights over the past month, mostly because I’m “too possessive or protective.” That’s what she calls it. I call it being in love with her.
Still, I’m trying to ease up. It hasn’t been going well.
Thankfully, she gives me a lot more grace than she should, and I make up for it by worshiping her and treating her like the queen she is.
Even if she does still piss me off, and gets her ass spanked almost daily.
And being the twisted people we are, we love every goddamn second of it.
“I love you, too.” She smiles up at me, her eyes shining with tears.
The song fades, and a new one starts. Not even five seconds pass before Beckett swaggers up to us, clearly a few whiskeys deep already.
“Can I have this dance?” he asks Jordyn with a wide grin.
My arms tighten around her as I scowl at my brother. “Get bent, asshole.”
Beckett snorts and winks at me, then offers his hand to Jordyn. “Come on, sis. It’s Taylor Swift. I need to dance with another Swiftie.”
Jordyn bursts out giggling, and something loosens inside me. She’s so beautiful when she lets herself relax like this. Soft. Walls down. Happy. Mine .
“Actually.” She waves at someone. “I think someone else would rather dance with you. Besides, Lover is a perfect song for you two.”
Complete with matching sequins and rhinestones, Mrs. Duffy shines as she makes her way to Beckett, her sparkly cane gleaming under the lights. Beckett narrows his gaze at Jordyn. “You didn’t,” he mutters.
Like the good guy he is, he offers his hand to the old woman and starts some sort of dance with her that she’s able to keep up with.
I shake my head at my wife, who grins as she flips off my youngest brother when Mrs. Duffy can’t see. “You’re so naughty, kitten.”
She smirks. “I know. But you love me despite that.”
Leaning down, I scoop her up and head toward the open patio doors. “No, baby. I love you because of that.”
“Where are we going? We have guests!” she squeals as I carry her through the house to our bedroom.
“Fuck our guests. They know where the exit is.”
Laughter bubbles out of her. “Okay, but make it quick.”
I grin and kick the bedroom door shut behind us.
Her wish is my command.
For the rest of our lives.
Are you ready for the next possessive Daddy?