Page 7 of Savage Revenge (Savage Sins #1)

Jordyn

THIS IS REALLY BAD

Wow.

What a dream.

I can’t remember the last time I had one that was so intense it actually felt real.

I’ve seen photos of Cash Savage over the years alongside his dad, and I’ve always found him interesting to look at.

But in my dream, he was so much more. I could smell him.

Could feel the power exuding off him. His arrogant confidence.

That broken heart tattoo under his eye tells a story only he knows.

And those hard, steel eyes felt like they were piercing through my soul as he looked at me.

The man is terrifying yet charismatic enough that I didn’t want my dream to end; I wanted to be around him longer. So that I could feel his physical power, restraining me without any effort. God, that was hot. I don’t think Elliott would be able to do that.

I scrunch my nose and sigh, letting out a quiet hum as I let one of my hands explore my body. If I don’t open my eyes, maybe the dream will come back, and I can see what it would be like to fuck Cash Savage.

On a normal day, I wouldn’t want anything to do with the man, but I’m the only one who will know about this fantasy. It will be a dark secret that I’ll take to my grave.

My fingers linger over the swell of one of my breasts, my nipple hardening from the touch even through my lace bra and silk blouse. I let my mind float again, Cash’s large, tattooed hand grabbing me and holding me against his rigid body as I fight him, even though I enjoy every second of it.

A small moan escapes me as I grip the soft bedding and move to the other breast, then tweak my nipple. I may have never met Cash, but something tells me the man knows exactly what to do with a woman in bed. You don’t get that kind of confidence if you don’t.

The thought of his large body pressing against mine, holding me down against something flashes through my mind, and I suck in a breath.

Why, of all times, is Cash in my mind now?

I should be fantasizing about Elliott. I’ve never even met Cash, and hopefully I never will.

The man might be an enigma, but the Savages are our enemies.

They hate my father, and he hates them. They try to destroy us at every turn possible.

Despite that, the image doesn’t go away, and I slide my hand down farther toward the waistband of my slacks. Just one fantasy. I need a release. I’ve been on edge all week, and this might be the perfect thing to help.

As the tips of my fingers press between my pants and stomach, a throat clears.

What the…

My heart stops, and my eyes fly open. The room spins as I try to figure out where I am. This isn’t my bedroom. Or even my apartment.

“As much as I’d love to watch you finish that, I didn’t bring you here for a good time, kitten.”

My head snaps up to find Cash Savage in an armchair in a room that is unfamiliar. He’s only a few feet away from the bed I’m on—a bed that isn’t mine—his gaze dark and stormy. And before I scream, I don’t miss the outline of his hard-on between his spread thighs.

I leap onto my feet on the bed, thankful my trembling legs don’t give out on me, and let out a blood-curdling scream as I look left then right for something, anything to use as a weapon. Cash stares at me, his expression calm and collected while my panic surges.

“What the hell?” I cry out. “Where am I?”

“Who were you thinking about during that little tease session, kitten?” he asks with a smug smile.

My stomach rolls, and I feel like I might be sick as I search my mind for answers. Everything is foggy, and my eyes and mouth are so dry it’s hard to blink or swallow. Was I drugged?

Oh, God. The sharp prick of the needle. In my neck. My hand flies up, rubbing the tender spot, and I scream again, then jump to the floor and take off for the door.

He drugged me. He broke into my apartment with his brothers and kidnapped me. It wasn’t a dream.

Holy fuck. Where did he bring me?

Shit.

This is bad.

So fucking bad.

Cash doesn’t move from the chair, and I count it as a blessing until I reach the bedroom door and try to open it. The knob doesn’t budge. Not even a little. Shit. I’m locked in a room with Cash Savage.

Not to mention that I nearly got myself off from thinking about him.

“Let me go!” I shout, banging on the door as hard as I can.

He chuckles darkly and slowly rises from his seat with absolutely no urgency whatsoever.

As he turns and moves toward me, I try to take a step back, but the door stops me.

Once again, I scan the enormous room for anything I can use.

Everything in here is luxurious, from the king-sized bed with a tufted velvet headboard to the solid oak dresser positioned caddy-corner nearby.

Even the ivory curtains framing the multiple large windows look expensive.

If this were some other time, I’d be in awe over how beautiful this bedroom is, but right now, I need a weapon.

My gaze falls on the dresser and the large bouquet of fresh flowers set on top.

I lunge and grab the heavy glass vase and throw it.

Flowers scatter and water flies as the vase sails through the air. I hold my breath, waiting for it to hit him, hopefully in the head. It’s almost moving in slow motion as it starts to fall, shattering as soon as it hits the floor about three feet to the left of him.

Cash pauses and looks down at the broken glass then back at me, a cocky smile tugging at his lips. “You have terrible aim, kitten.”

“Fuck you! Let me go!”

He advances on me, and I take off, running to get to the other side of the room to stay as far away from him as possible. Before I can pass him, he snaps his arm out and roughly grabs me, wrestling with me as I fight, claw, and kick against him.

“Stop!” he booms. “There’s glass on the floor and you’re barefoot.”

His command does nothing to stop me. I keep fighting because whatever is going on here, it’s dangerous.

“Let me go!” I scream, sounding more like a petulant child than a grown woman.

He blocks all my intended blows, restraining both my wrists in one of his large hands while moving us away from the glass.

Once he’s backed away far enough, he releases me, and I use the moment to my advantage.

I slap him across the face, the sound of palm against skin giving me a brief sense of satisfaction.

My handprint blooms on his cheek, and damn, it feels good.

Except it doesn’t even faze the asshole.

Instead, his eyes darken, and his lips stretch into a wicked smile. He wraps his enormous hand around the base of my neck and shoves me against the wall, holding me in place while he grabs one of my wrists so tightly that it might leave bruises.

“Stop fighting me, brat,” he growls. “I’m not going to hurt you unless you force me to.”

My chest heaves, and I’m sure I look like a caged animal searching for an escape route, but I don’t care.

“You drugged me!”

“Yes.”

“And kidnapped me!”

“I did.”

“You fucking psycho. Let me go, Cash.”

He shakes his head, his eyes dark and deadly. “Not until I get what I want.”

Our bodies are pressed against each other, and he flexes his hips slightly, his hard cock rubbing my stomach.

Something flutters inside me, but I ignore it and try to push him away with no luck.

His fingers are still wrapped around my neck, gripping me with enough tension on the sides that I’m getting a bit lightheaded, but not enough to crush my windpipe.

“I’m not fucking you,” I hiss.

The broken heart tattoo lifts slightly as he smiles and runs his tongue over his perfectly white teeth. “Kitten, if I wanted to fuck you, we would have fucked already, and I wouldn’t have had to drug you for it. That’s not what I want.”

A shiver runs down my spine.

Then what? What could he possibly want from me?

“I’m going to let you go, and you’re going to be a good little girl and not try to escape again. Otherwise, I’m going to take off my belt and spank your ass with it until you can’t sit for a month. Are we clear?”

What? Is he serious? Spank me?

“Fuck. You,” I whisper.

Cash chuckles. “If you keep offering, kitten, I’m going to start thinking you actually want to fuck me.”

The air around us crackles. A battle between the two of us that no matter how much I want to win, I know I’m not going to. He’s stronger, faster, and deadlier.

I’ve heard stories about him. The things he’s done to people who cheat and steal from their casinos. The Savages own almost all the barren desert within two hundred miles of Las Vegas in every direction. I don’t even want to guess the number of bodies buried beneath all that land.

Feeling defeated, scared, and too tired to keep fighting, I slump back against the wall, the firm hold of his hand around my throat giving me support.

“What do you want, Cash?” I ask desperately. “What do you want from me?”

“Answers, kitten. I want the truth. Or, so help me, I will make you regret ever meeting me.”

Tears sting at the back of my eyes, but I blink them back. I’ve already shown him too much weakness. Whatever he’s after, I need to stay strong and hope that if I give him what he wants, he’ll have mercy on me.

“What truth? I don’t know what information you think I have.”

He stares at me, his jaw tight and his eyes pinned on my face. “I’m going to let you go, and you’re not going to run or fight or throw shit. Understand?”

I close my eyes and nod.

“Look at me and use your words, Jordyn.” He squeezes the sides of my neck. “Do you understand?”

Taking in a deep breath, I do as he says. “Yes. I understand,” I whisper shakily.

“Good girl.”

I swallow and turn my face slightly to avoid his gaze, my traitorous nipples budding against my blouse. I hate him for calling me that. And I hate myself for having this kind of reaction. What the hell is wrong with me?