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153 pages, Kindle Edition
Published February 19, 2020
"Is this how you always treat women you meet?" she questioned, angry at herself for feeling guilt at the red handprint that was forming on his cheek.And, no, this isn't BDSM. Find another word that isn't the term for an already codified practice.
"Only the whores, love," Patrick hissed softly. How dare this bitch be so indignant! She was just basically begging him to fuck her, and now she was acting like he had done something wrong.
Gillian raised her hand again to strike him. Before she made contact, he grabbed her arm and jerked her close to him. He held her struggling frame with one hand as he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Don't think about striking me again, sweetheart. I would hate to embarrass you in front of all of these people by bending you over my knee and spanking that sweet ass of yours. I can promise you, after I spank it, then I get to fuck it."
"Go to hell, you son of a bitch!" she countered, pushing herself from his grip. Gillian then grabbed her little black clutch purse and stormed off.
Patrick stood there for a moment watching her ass sway back and forth in that tight little dress as she made her way across the terrace. His dick throbbed with need. He had never been turned down by a woman, and this little bitch wasn't going to be the first. Patrick had felt how much she had wanted him. He could smell her arousal as she undulated her clothed heat against him. One minute, she was begging him with her body, and the next, she was slapping him across the face. How dare she leave him with a fucking hard on! Before he could take off after her, he felt Sloane's hand snake around his wrist.
"Let her go, baby," Sloane breathlessly whispered.
"Fuck off, Sloane!" Patrick barked, annoyed at the woman's interference. He had to catch up to the woman and teach her a lesson. Had he even gotten a last name?
"Patrick, come on. I can see that you are hurting," Sloane quickly said as her free hand cupped his erect cock through his jeans. "Let me take care of it for you. From what I hear, Gillian is a lousy lay anyway."
Patrick stood there for a moment contemplating her words, his anger at the woman leaving him in a very raw state. When Patrick felt raw, all he wanted to do was drink and fuck. His eyes were a silver blue as they met Sloane's. Fuck Gillian, he thought to himself. A whore was a whore. Any one of them could take care of his needs."