Page 71 of Ruthless Legacy

Chapter Eighteen

Archer

I’m leaning against the kitchen worktop drinking my coffee when my dad strolls into the room. He’s breathless after his morning jog. To look at him, you wouldn’t think he was forty-four; he exercises for at least an hour every day and he runs every morning.

“Son,” he greets as he reaches in the fridge for some juice. “I’ve been meaning to ask, how is it going with the Alderman girl?”

“Well, she’s in my bed upstairs.”

He nods his head. “Has Wilbur said anything to her yet?” He comes and takes a seat opposite me.

“No, but when he does, I don’t think she’s going to like it. She’s not very good at doing what she’s told.” I smirk to myself. Scarlet likes to defy. It’s in her very nature.

“Well then, you’ll have to bring her into line and make sure she knows who’s in charge.”

I frown and nod my head. “I know what my duty is.”

“Let’s hope she isn’t as ungrateful as her father was, and she takes the opportunity afforded to her.” I don’t miss the bite in my father’s words. I’m under no illusion of his feelings towards Scarlet’s family. His hatred for her father is something he has never been good at hiding. My dad had been a Club. He came from a wealthy family, and he’d always been ambitious. He’d hidden nothing from me when he’d told me about how Andrew Alderman had seduced my mum and made her fall for him before he devastated her by choosing some poor girl from a neighbouring town, leaving my mother devastated. She never recovered, becoming a shell of the fun-loving, vivacious girl everyone knew and loved. “Never forget what her family has done to ours. They are the reason I wake up without your mother every day and the reason you have grown up without a mother in your life. Don’t be fooled by her, son. Remember, emotions cloud your judgement.”

“I never get emotionally involved with anyone,” I calmly remind him. After all, I’m my father’s son. If there is one thing he has taught me it’s that love makes you weak. It gives your enemies a target, and in our world, we have plenty of people who want to knock us off our spot at the top. I don’t think my dad has ever told me he loves me or given me a hug. We’re just not that kind of family.

My dad claps me on my shoulder as he passes me on my way to the sink. “Make me proud, son.”

I finish my coffee and I think about the girl curled up in my bed upstairs. My dick stirs to attention at the thought of her. The sex is amazing. Every time I have her, I crave more. I’ve explored every inch of her delectable body and it is still not enough. Scarlet would be my wife one day soon. She will be mine in every sense of the word and once she is, I’ll enjoy breaking her down, bringing her in line. Her family will rue the day they ever destroyed mine.

I pour her some orange juice and head back up to my room. When I enter, the bed is empty, and I can hear the shower running. My need for revenge goes out the window when I think of her naked in my shower. Pulling my joggers down, I enter the bathroom and find her with her back to me swaying those hips as she sings to herself. Fuck, she is beautiful. The dangerous kind of beautiful, that makes a man forget who he was before her. I stalk her from behind and she jumps slightly when my arm wraps around her waist and I pull her back against my chest.

“Morning, Scarlet.”

“Savage,” she replies. She shivers when I run my finger down her side.

“What are you doing today?”

Scarlet turns and faces me, and I struggle to pull my eyes from those perfect tits that fit so perfectly in my hands. She wraps her arms around my neck and smiles up at me and fuck if I don’t like it when she smiles at me like that. She’s always so busy scowling at everyone, giving them that look that says come any closer and I’ll gut you, so when she smiles at you it is mesmerising.

“I am going to find myself a job,” she announces, and I blink, thinking I’ve misheard her.

“A job?”

She chuckles as her hand wraps itself around my dick. “Yes, you know, one of those things that you go to, and you earn money.” She drops to her knees before me, and I arch a brow in surprise.

“You don’t need a job, Scarlet. Wilbur will give you whatever you need.”

“Ah,” she replies as she licks the tip, making me hiss. “But I don’t want my grandfather’s money. I want to earn my own.”

I look down at her, intrigued, as she wraps her warm lips around me. She is a puzzle. Most girls would take whatever they could get if they were presented with a rich family, but not Scarlet. She wants to make her own way. I close my eyes and tip my head back as she worships my cock. I could get used to her on her knees before me.

“Come on, I’ll run you home,” I announce as I put on my trainers. The shower lasted a lot longer than expected. I took her hard and fast up against the tiles and she took it like the vixen she is. The thought of owning her, of her having my ring on her finger and the world knowing she is mine and mine only causes a roaring sense of satisfaction in me.

She scoffs at me as she grabs her phone off the bedside table. “I live next door, remember? I think I can manage the walk.”

“You sure about that?” I grin and give her a wink. She should be sore from the number of times I’ve taken her.

“I’m sure, Savage.” Returning my wink, she heads towards my door. “I’ll see you Monday at school.”

Once again, she surprises me. Most other girls would beg to know when they would see me again but not her. She dismisses me like I am a welcome distraction and nothing more and damn if it doesn’t make me want her even more.

Eliza

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