Page 44 of Revere
Even in her sleep, she’s wearing long sleeves and leggings. Except this top dips lower than what she wears to class, showing off the perfect swell of her cleavage.
Patience is absolute perfection.
An angel laid out before a bad man who is going to do terrible things to her. It’s getting harder to deny. The more I want her, the worse the outcome.
I’m not the only person with their sights set on her father. She is a token that will be played—must be played.
Unless I make her mine.
I stir in that thought.
Swallow it down.
Let it sink in.
I step to the edge of the bed, and she moves.
She’s a heavy sleeper, not waking even when Kole and Violet are noisy in the kitchen. One more example of how trusting she can be for a girl who swears she trusts no one.
I reach for her jaw, stroking my thumb over her smooth skin. She doesn’t trust me, and that’s for the better. She shouldn’t, but she will eventually because I won’t have it any other way.
I graze my thumb over her lower lip, and she moans in her sleep.
Fuck.
With my free hand, I grab for my cock, hard as steel. I’m aching to paint her in cum. Mark her as mine. She deserves so much more than what I’m going to do to her, and if I were a better man, that might be enough to stop me.
I rub my palm over my cock a final time and resist the urge. When I unleash, it will be with her eyes on me. Her pussy squeezing me as she begs for more. She can hate that she wants me, but what’s done is done.
I step back and take a deep breath, tucking my hands into my pockets so I don’t strip the sheet off her.
Sleeping, she has no fight.
No venomous words.
No icy glare.
She’s perfectly soft and pliable. She’s free, even if she’ll never escape her nightmares.
I reach up to my shirt pocket and pull out the flower. Soft petals like her skin. Bright red like her lips. Perfect like that fire that burns inside her.
I place the poppy on the nightstand and brush her jaw a final time before I leave her room.
Sleep tight, beautiful. I’ll see you soon.
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NOTHING
PATIENCE
Kole setsa glass of water down in front of Violet, leaning in to kiss her on the forehead. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”
“Sounds good.” She smiles.
“Stay in the apartment until I return.”
Why are all Sigma Sin men so creepy and ominous?
