Page 119 of Revere

He winks, turning to face me.

“Stop fishing for compliments.”

“I don’t need to fish for them. You’ll be complimenting me in a moment with your beautiful moans, whether you want to or not.” Jacob pulls out his cock, stroking it in his grip. “Won’t you, baby?”

I glare, but there’s no real fight in it. “Fuck me and find out.”

“Good lord, you were made for me, Patience Lancaster.” Jacob spreads my knees wide and thrusts forward.

Delivering the answer our bodies are both searching for as his hips meet my core. Slowly, he starts to rock his hips. Leisurely fucking me as he plays with my clit.

“Jacob.” I pull against the restraints, but there’s no use.

“How do you feel, Patience?” He leans down, licking my nipple.

“Good.” I moan. “So good.”

“What do you want?” He kisses between my breasts, slowly drawing a path until he’s biting my other nipple.

“You.” I tip my head back.

“You have me.” He breathes me in, pumping his hips forward. “Now tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” My nerves are sparking with his touch. “I’m yours.”

“Yes, you are, baby. And how do I treat what’s mine?”

“So good.” I lick my lips, meeting his gaze.

“Exactly.” He rewards me with a brutal thrust, and I’m on the verge of detonating. “Are you done fighting me now? Are you ready to accept what we are?”

“I—”

He thrusts again, cutting me off. “Are you going to stand up on that altar next week when I accept my role with the House? Show them who I belong to first and foremost?”

“You want me to do that?” Heat pools at my core.

“I want you to be the one holding the knife.” He leans over me, driving his hips deeper as he grabs my face and brushes his lips over mine. “I want you to carve my presidential mark. Will you do me that honor?”

He’s asking for a lot more than a relationship in this moment, and he knows it. The only time a woman stands on the Sigma House altar during a ceremony is if she’s his wife. His partner in every way.

“You’re asking me to—” I don’t finish the sentence.

I can’t think with how he’s fucking me. Claiming me. Consuming me.

“Marry me, Patience Lancaster.” He kisses my lower lip.

I stare into his green eyes, giving up all fight. Relaxing beneath him. Appreciating that he has the power to bring me peace.

“Under one condition.” I arch my back, grazing my nipples on his chest. “You mark me too.”

The grin that stretches his face is predatory. It undoes what little control Jacob had left. And when he starts fucking me again, there is no restraint. There are no secrets. He fucks me with my arms bound over my head and touches me as he wishes. He fucks me until I’m a shaking mess, and then he paints my stomach and breasts with his cum.

There’s no more denying.

No more running.

No more fighting.