Chapter 28 Imagine What I Did
IMAGINE WHAT I DID
JACOB
Patience is sleeping when I get back to the apartment. It’s been a week since her father disappeared, and with every passing day, I’m itching to get my hands on him more and more.
Gideon was ready for the House to turn on him because he disappeared without a trace in the night. With Sigma House’s resources, we’ll find him eventually. But each passing day has me wishing I hadn’t hesitated in making my move.
Gideon Lancaster needs to suffer for his sins, and I’m going to deliver that judgment even if it means scorching the earth to find him.
At least Ursa has been smart enough to stay put.
She’s not much better than her husband, but since she’s technically not a member of the House, we’re limited in what we can do to her right now.
Besides, her best use at the moment is in luring Gideon out.
She was always his one and only weakness.
Eventually, he’ll try to get to her, and when he does, we’ll be waiting.
I step into my apartment and lock the door behind me. The dim light in the entryway reveals a fleck of blood on my sleeve. Patience thinks I was at a university dinner, so I bundle that shirt into the trash before she sees it.
Soon, I’m going to have to tell her about my involvement with the House. About what I’ve decided in the aftermath of her father’s fall from grace. But given how thin her trust is at the moment, I can’t risk it just yet.
When she finds out, she needs to understand that she can hate me all she wants, but I’m not letting her get away. After all, I’m doing this for us.
Stepping into the bedroom, the calm hum of her steady breathing soothes me. So quiet. So pure. She doesn’t so much as stir as I slip into the bathroom and discard my clothes, washing off any blood I may have missed.
After Kole and Violet left LA early so that Kole could assist in the situation at Sigma House, Patience started sleeping at my apartment every night.
At first, she tried to convince herself she’d go back to her place in the morning.
But like the good girl she is for me, she quickly learned I wasn’t going to let her leave my sight.
When I step out of the bathroom, Patience finally stirs. She rolls onto her back, her blonde hair covering her pillow.
The sight of her in my sheets—in my room—draws out something primal. She’s mine, and I’m never letting her go.
My steps are silent on the carpet, and I stop directly over her, beside the bed. Her face is relaxed—peaceful. She quiets the chaos always raging in my head.
I’ve spent years with this storm brewing in my chest. Sinking in regret, thinking I’d lost the only person I’d ever love.
But as I stare down at Patience’s sharp nose and puffy lips, I see the truth.
What I thought was love in college pales in comparison to what I feel for this girl stretched out before me.
I’m addicted.
Obsessed.
She can try, but she’s never leaving me.
Not even when I become president of the Sigma House Council and force her into the world she’s trying to escape.
I understand when I’ve resisted it myself, but Gideon’s actions forced my hand. There’s only one way to bring order to the House—only one way to protect Patience when she’s her father’s blood—and that’s to accept my legacy for her.
Leaning down, I brush a strand of wavy blonde hair off Patience’s face.
Sometimes I wish I could simply be the professor she thinks I am.
That we could slip into this alternate life I’ve been living, undisturbed.
Sometimes I wish my hands weren’t bathed in blood long before she was born.
That I was what she sees instead of who I am.
Brushing my fingertips over her temple, I wish it were that simple. Except, we aren’t those people. She’s a girl who bears the scars of the House I’m destined to control, whose family I’ve vowed to destroy. And I’m her monster.
I reach for the sheet and slowly strip it off her perfect body.
She’s wearing nothing more than a simple T-shirt and underwear.
No evidence of a bra with how her nipples peak, pushing against the tight fabric.
Her scars are on display, and even if she’s yet to tell me exactly how she got them, I’ve already imagined a hundred different ways to recreate them on the man I’m sure put them on her.
My fingers brush over a rugged groove at her knee. Almost as deep as the ones on her back. Patience sees her scars as imperfections, but all I see in her is beauty. Because as much as I wish I could take away the pain she suffered, they are a part of who she is—how she found her strength.
She’s only twenty, but her soul has seen more than one should in that many years. Something I can relate to. It’s one more reason she’s my soulmate.
My fingers slowly skate up the inside of her thigh as I sink to sit on the bed. Her eyebrows pinch in her sleep, and she stirs, but she doesn’t wake yet.
The only time she fully lets her guard down is when she’s in my apartment, and it’s stunning.
I tiptoe my fingers until I’m skating them over her underwear, over that perfect mound of paradise where I belong.
My index finger pauses between her legs, and I press against the wet spot already pooling on the fabric. Her body wants me even when she isn’t awake to fully realize it. Her hips lift, begging for more pressure, so I give it to her.
I hook my thumb under the fabric and slide along her smooth skin.
Her pussy is perfect. Glistening in the moonlight. The scent of her pleasure fills the room as I part her lips and sink my finger deeper. Not quite penetrating, but toying with her. Spreading her wider so I can see where I’m going to fuck her.
Patience’s fingers tighten around the sheet as her chest starts to rise and fall. Her breathing quickens with every roll of my thumb over her clit. My fingers drip with her excitement, and I’m ready for her to paint my cock.
There’s no greater sight than watching her take me. It’s always painfully tight at first for both of us. Her face pinches, and her shoulders tense. Until her body relaxes, accepting my cock in her perfect cunt. Taking me where I belong.
Patience moans, and my attention returns to her face just as her eyes flutter open. Those golden orbs land on me, and her entire body relaxes.
Trust.
“Jacob.” Her head tips back in a moan as I finally drive two fingers into her hot core.
Her hand flies to my forearm, gripping so hard she nearly breaks skin. Her hips lift, riding the waves of her pleasure.
“You’re so pretty when you’re sleeping.” I sink to my knuckles. “It’s the biggest fucking turn on.”
“I can see that.” She glances at my sweatpants, where my cock is a firm outline, giving away how fucking hard I am. “This is an interesting way to wake up.”
“Good or bad?”
She moans as I stroke her clit. “So good. So, so good.”
This girl was made for me. Every line I cross, she meets me there. Every sick desire I introduce, she submits.
“Maybe next time I’ll wake you up with my cock inside you.
Or with my cum painting your chest.” I stroke her between the legs.
“Maybe I’ll just leave you a present. I’ll do what I want and walk away.
And you can finger your pussy in the morning, imagining what I did to your beautiful sleeping body. ”
“Oh god.” She tightens her thighs around my hand.
“Would you like that?”
“Yes.”
“Such a good girl, letting me do whatever I want with you. Who gets to touch you, baby?”
She thrashes her head side to side as I pick up speed. “You.”
“Mm-hmm.” I reward her by sinking another finger in, and she’s so fucking tight I need her wrapped around my cock. “What am I allowed to do to you?”
“Everything.” She wets her lips, watching me now.
I smirk, pulling my hand away. “Remember that.”
Grabbing her hips, I flip her over on the bed and shove a pillow under her pelvis. Her fingers dig into her pillow, and she tries to watch me as much as she can from the corner of her eye.
“If you’re going to come, it’s going to be on my cock.” I pull myself out, kneeling behind her as I tug her back to me.
With two fingers, I spread her pussy and spit. It trickles down her ass, over her cunt. Dripping onto the bed.
She soaks my cock as I stroke it over her, and while I’d like to play a little longer, her moan snaps my restraint.
I grab her hips and impale her on me in one swift thrust. Her scream tells me it might have hurt, but she doesn’t resist. She doesn’t pull back or try to slow me down. She takes me like I want her to.
I’m teaching her—molding her.
The perfect fuck doll and the girl of my dreams all in one.
Fight all she wants, I’m going to make her my everything. Starting by filling her with cum. I’ve yet to ask if she’s on the pill, and part of me hopes she isn’t. I want to give her my body. My soul. My children.
Reaching forward, I cup her perfect tits in my palms and thrust so hard they bounce. I can only imagine how full and heavy they would be if she were pregnant.
I never considered myself a family man, but I’m going to build a dynasty with this girl.
“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.”