Page 84 of Revere
“You’re such a dirty fucking girl for me, baby.” I thrust deeper, squeezing her breasts and using the leverage to pull her to me. “Tell me, what do you want?”
“To come.” She pants, gripping the sheets and barely holding on.
Her pussy squeezes my cock, resisting the thrusts as I get deeper. But I fight through it. I force her body to take me, no matter how tight she is.
“You want me to let you come?” I lie over her, and she moans at how deep I’m able to get. “Then tell me how bad you want me to fill you up. Until I’m dripping from your pussy. Your ass. Your pretty mouth. Tell me who gets to fill this beautiful body.”
“You, Jacob. I’m yours.”
“That’s right.” I thrust so hard she loses her breath. “This body is mine. You’re mine. There is no escaping this.”
My teeth find her shoulder, and I bite hard. Just shy of breaking skin. One of these days I’m going to mark her, but she’s not quite ready for that yet.
“Please.” She angles her hips, chasing her pleasure. “Oh?—”
Her words dissipate as her body erupts. Her pussy clenches, and I’m seeing stars. It’s impossible to hold back when she claims me like this. When her cunt begs me to fill it.
On a final thrust, I unload.
My body.
My fucking soul.
Hope is a dangerous thing, but she makes me feel it. A flicker that sparks in my chest. A flare of light I fear as much as I crave, because it means there’s still something worth caring about. Something I could lose.
Patience relaxes beneath me, turning her head to the side so I can wipe her hair off her sweaty face, and she’s absolutely beautiful.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Patience Lancaster.” I kiss her temple, her cheek, her jaw. “You’re going to be my ruin.”
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YOU WOULD DISTRACT ME TOO
PATIENCE
Hot water slidesdown my back, and I close my eyes, tipping my head back as it streams over my face.
These past couple of weeks have been a wild, selfish blur. And while I should probably feel guilty hiding in LA while Alex scrambles to clean up our family’s mess, I don’t.
This is the freest I’ve ever felt, and now that my wings have spread, I don’t think I’ll be able to clip them again.
The heat of the shower surrounds me, and I let the water warm me to my bones. I haven’t stayed at the apartment Kole rented since he and Violet left, and it’s divine.
Maybe Jacob is getting tired of me crashing at his place. But if so, he hasn’t shown it. He’s the one who carried my bags across the hall and borderline warned me that he’d just drag me back if I tried to leave him.
Is that a red flag?
Probably.
At some point, I must have stopped paying attention to the warning signs.
I’ve given my roommates so much shit for the ridiculous, obsessive behavior of their boyfriends, but Jacob isn’t much better. He claims me every chance he gets, and I live for it.
At least he’s not Sigma Sin. He might have blurry ethical boundaries with me, his student, and he might be a bit territorial at times, but he’ll never be like those men.
The shower door creaks, and I crack an eye to see Jacob stepping inside. He’s a Greek statue come to life. Perfectly carved. All grooves and hard lines. With a faint trail of hair that leads down to where I can’t stop staring.
Even his cock is perfect. Painfully large at times, but just the thought of him inside me has my thighs clenching. Jacob has a few scars and scratches, but nothing compared to mine. At first, I was shy about that, but not now. Especially as his cock hardens at the sight of me.
