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“I said I would take you home. Don't make me repeat myself.”
“Okay,” I whisper, anticipation coursing through my veins.
“Good girl,” he purrs, his heated gaze traveling across my face, searching for any sign of weakness. My heart thuds against my chest, and I'm almost relieved when he breaks the silence.
“Was Owen at your apartment last night?" His voice is low and demanding yet laced with a hint of jealousy. I want to lie to him, to make it easier on myself, but I can't bring myself to do it.
“Yes," I murmur.
He snarls in response, his fingers digging harder into my skin. I feel the fabric of my shirt being ripped open, buttons popping off, and scattering all over the floor. I whimper as the anticipation turns to fear.
We stand there for a few moments, the tension between us growing with each passing second. My mind is spinning, trying to figure out where I went wrong and how to fix it.
“Where did he touch you?” Archer asks, his gaze never leaving mine. “Be my precious girl, and show me where my brother touched you, Bailey.”
ChapterTwenty-Five
Archer
“I don’t,”she starts, but I shush her with a finger to her lips. I’m seething. Not because Owen was at her apartment last night, but because he had an opportunity to lock her down, and he backed off because she was drunk. I wasn’t sure if she would tell me. I knew he wouldn’t keep it from me. If he’d fucked her last night, then she would be his, and we could move up this timetable. It’s starting to get to me. Not just being around her and playing this game but the whole sordid mess. I need my coronation to go ahead, which means I need her as my Queen. I drop my gaze to her luscious tits and lick my lips.
“Where, Bailey?”
I drop my hand and run it up her outer thigh. “Here?”
She shakes her head.
I cup her pussy and squeeze roughly. “Here?”
She swallows and closes her eyes at my touch. “No,” she mutters. “I’m sorry.”
I remove my hand from her but keep my body pressed close, confusion hitting me square in the chest.
“Why are you sorry?” I whisper in her ear.
She opens her eyes, tears pooling in them. “I don’t know. I don’t know anything anymore. Why are you doing this to me?”
Her desperate question frustrates me. I want to tell her. I want her to know, but until she is initiated, she cannot know a single thing about the Society. It means only one thing. She has to get initiatedtonight.
“I want to know, Bailey,” I whisper close to her ear, pressing my hand against her throat.
“Please, Archer…”
Letting out a soft groan, I run the backs of my hands into her bra, brushing across her peaked nipples. I scoop the two magnificent mounds out of the lace, my cock going stiff when I see her naked tits.
“Here?” I ask, my tone gentler. I’m scaring her, and while her fear is making her compliant, I’m not happy about it.
She nods.
I lower my mouth to the right and suck her nipple into my mouth, my other hand reaching out to twist the other one harder than I think she’s comfortable with. “Like this?”
She gasps, closing her eyes again; her bag drops to the floor from her hand, where she was gripping it tightly. “Don’t do this, Archer,” she moans. “Please, no.”
I ignore her because her words are meaningless when her hand cups the back of my head before she fists her hand in my hair, pushing me further onto her breast.
Her actions are arousing me beyond belief. Her words of protest mingled with her body’s acquiescence is fucking hot, and I groan softly, nipping her gently, grinding her nipple between my teeth. It’s the best of both worlds. I want her to protest more while her pussy goes wet for me. I want her to scream at me to stop while her body convulses with an orgasm all over my cock.
“Fuck, Bailey,” I pant. “You’re working me up here. Let me have you.”
