“I’m pretty sure I know the subject well now.” She smirks.
I lean down and press a kiss to her mouth, and for a moment, everything is forgotten. But then I pull out of the kiss and my guilty conscience is back, berating me for the lies I’ve been telling and the pain I’m going to cause her…and myself.
“You’re hungry?” I ask, and she nods. I climb off her and grab my pants before pulling them on. “I’ll fix you some food while you shower, then we can resume our study session.”
She laughs again. Fuck, I love that laugh.
“Sounds like a plan.” She gets off the bed and walks into the bathroom, her hips sashaying as she walks. Her ass is red and sore, her body full of bites and brands of my own particular taste. I know I should feel disgusted with myself, but all I feel is pride knowing she bares my mark.
I slip on a shirt and head down the stairs barefoot.
I grab some bread and peanut butter and jelly. As kids, it was what she always made me when I needed comforting. Hell, she was only seven or eight, so it was the only thing she could make.
“Are you okay?” Patience asks, her wide eyes watching me as I devour the sandwich.
“Yeah. Of course I am,” I grunt. The truth is, I’m not okay. Far from it. Father hired a new nanny, only she wasn’t nice. She shouted at us a lot. She drank and forgot to feed us. But she was better than the last one. At least she didn’t hit me.
She did starve us, though. Gave us just enough food to survive. It was why I gave mine to Sabella, slipping my food on to her plate without her knowing and pretending I’d already eaten.
She didn’t need to know how bad it was.
She didn’t need to know about the monsters that lived in our house.
Patience’s father is barely ever home, so I don’t ever worry about running into him, so it’s unfortunate that halfway through making her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich that he walks in.
He stops in his tracks, his briefcase in his hand when he sees me.
“Samuel Gunner.” He says my name like a curse. Because it’s obvious why I’m here. If the bare feet don’t give it away, the just-fucked hair will.
“Mayor Noelle,” I say with a tight smile.
I spread the peanut butter over the bread and close the sandwich up. I need to get out of here, away from him. He looks like he’s about to lose his shit, and I’m not the sort of man to stand by if he wants any sort of retribution.
I pass him in the doorway, my teeth grinding.
“Bitches in heat always bring the dogs calling,” he says to my back, and I stop in my tracks.
“What the fuck did you just say?” I growl as I turn to face him, my hard glare boring into his.
“I guess she turned out just like her mother after all,” he bites out.
“Watch your tone.” I stare at him, my anger flooding me like adrenaline.
He shakes his head. “What is it about you Gunner men always after the women in my life?”
It’s my turn to shake my head this time. “Mrs. Noelle was a slut, but your daughter’s a fucking queen. There’s no comparison, Mayor.”
His eyes flare with fire, but I don’t give a shit about him, so I turn and walk away. Halfway up the stairs, I get my reply.
“You Gunners are all the same. You can’t keep hold of your women. They either die, leave you for someone better, or are only after your money. Patience will come to her senses soon enough. Mark my words.”
I grip the banister as I try to control the anger roaring inside me. Because killing him seems like a real viable option right now.
Back upstairs, Patience is out of the shower and is brushing her hair in the bathroom. I leave her sandwich on the dresser in the bedroom and follow her in. I step behind her and tear the towel from her body before bending her over the sink.
I pepper her back with kisses as I rub my palms over her back before slowly reaching between us to gather the moisture between her legs and smear it over her pussy. I stare at her in the mirror as I unzip my pants and free my cock. She holds my gaze as I press against her entrance and thrust inside her. I’m not gentle as I fuck her, taking my anger out on her pussy, making her come more times than either of us can count. And when I finally come, I come loudly, slamming in to her pussy so hard, Patience cries out.
My cock spurts, dousing her tender pussy as I pant against her neck. She continues to hold my gaze in the mirror. No anger or disgust in her face.
