Page 29 of Take My Crown

“That first day of school, when I saw you standing outside waiting for your driver, I felt like my life had changed forever. You had an aura about you that spoke of power, confidence, a self-assurance the other girls at school like to pretend they have, but inside they’re just scared little girls. Not you. You’re all woman. You know exactly what you want and you’re going to get it. Why would I kid myself you’d want someone like me? With my reputation, you’d be forgiven for thinking I would break your heart, but I promise you, Ivy. I only want to possess it. Take it as mine.”

I know he is spinning me a line. I know he can’t possibly mean what he is saying, but when Romy takes the glass from my hand and sets it to one side, I let him. When he leans forward to kiss me, I feel like he is doing exactly what he says he would–taking my heart as his.

All thoughts of Declan and his girlfriend are gone. My complicated feelings about Archer are the last thing on my mind as Romy gently kisses me, lightly nibbling my lips and then working his way across my jawline to kiss me behind the ear. Whereas Declan and Archer kissed me like they wanted to claim me, Romy kisses me like he wants to treasure me.

And I don’t know which is better.

But I don’t want him to stop.

I lightly moan as he carries on dropping light butterfly kisses all over my face and neck, making me feel crazy with need for him. I desperately wanted to kiss him, but when I try, he puts a finger over my lips.

“Not yet, my beautiful Ivy,” he smiles. “I want to show you how you make me feel, drive you as wild as you drive me. This isyourtime.”

He caresses the back of my head, suddenly grabbing a handful of my hair. Pulling my head back, he continues to kiss my neck, as his other hand found its way under my top. Cupping my breast, he groans.

“Just as I suspected. No bra. You really are a wild one, Ivy.”

I gasp, as he expertly plays with my nipple, running his thumb over it in erotic circles. I can feel myself becoming wet, my pussy clenching in anticipation.

I can’t just lie back any longer. I have to have Romy and screw the consequences.

Sitting up, I push him away a little. Taking off my jacket and top, I casually toss them to one side and straddle him, loving how he grins. I feel his erection straining against his trousers as I lean forward and kiss him, hard. Our tongues meet, and I groan, rubbing my groin against his as I run my hands through his hair.

Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe it’s a rebellion against being locked up by my father. Maybe I am just pissed off that everyone is trying to control my life and nobody gives a damn about whatIwant. I was never this forward with guys, but right now, I want, no, Ineedto feel Romy inside me, to have something which is mine and mine alone.

To be wanted.

I reach down and start to undo his trousers, wanting to see every inch of him. Romy helps me, quickly struggling out of his trousers.

Wow.

He wasn’t just saying it. He really does have a big cock. His erection stands proud, large, and firm, waiting for me to mount him.

I begin to undo my trousers, when we are interrupted by a loud banging on the door.

“Ivy! I know you’re in there, Ivy! Let me in!”

“Archer!” I pale, feeling a guilt crawl up my chest even though it doesn’t make sense. Crossing my arms, my father’s minion bursts through the door to find me topless with Romy.

And if looks could kill, we would be dead.

Chapter Fifteen

Ivy Archaic

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to interrupt?”

Romy casually sits up as if this is just a normal conversation and we weren’t half naked. Pulling his trousers up, he leans over and picks up my top, handing it to me so I can cover up.

Turning my back to Archer, I pull it on, running a hand through my hair in a vain attempt to tidy it up.

Archer ignores him, striding over to me. Grabbing my arm, he snarls, “Come on, Ivy. It’s time to leave.”

“Ow!” I pull away from him, he doesn’t let me go. He doesn’t hurt me, but the anger in his eyes frightens me for just a moment.

“You shouldn’t treat a lady like that,” Romy says. His tone is light, but there is a definite sense of underlying menace.

“Or what? You’ll call your guards?” Archer shakes his head. “I’ll deal with them like I did your friend on the door. Ivy is under my protection, not fucking yours.”

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