Page 50 of Ruthless Legacy

“They were, but it doesn’t mean they didn’t get one of their gang to do it.”

“It’s not Silver,” I insist as I chase him up the stairs, trying to keep my calm. “He wouldn’t do this to me.”

I frown when I follow Archer to my room. How the hell does he know which room mine is? I follow in behind him and watch as he sits himself on the end of my bed and leans back on his hands, watching me.

“You’re so quick to defend him. Should I be concerned that the photo of that kiss wasn’t all that occurred between you two?”

What the? I cross my arms and tap my foot. “How dare you! You sat there and defended Georgie when you know she pushed me off that cliff and publicly threatened me at school! Or is she that good at sucking your cock that you can’t see past her pumped up lips?”

He chuckles, and it makes me see red. I storm towards him, so that I’m standing right in front of him. “You think is funny? So, because Georgie comes from money, it can’t possibly be her, but a boy from the wrong side of the tracks with new money. Of course, it could be him! Your kind are so predictable. Protect your own no matter what.”

“How can you be so sure it wasn’t the Silver’s? What if they discovered you stole the horse statue?”

I falter. Could they have? “They haven’t. Silver would have spoken to me about it if he knew.”

Archer just continues watching me. Having him sitting on my bed is all kinds of distracting, even when I am hopping mad at him. He reaches out and runs his finger slowly up my right leg, stopping where my skirt starts.

“You need to unwind. You’re all tense.”

I scowl at him and try to ignore the erratic way my heart beats as his finger slowly travels further up my thigh. “You can stop trying to distract me. It won’t work. Admit it. It could have been Georgie.”

He reaches out with his other hand and cups the back of my other thigh, pulling me further in between his legs. “It wasn’t Georgie. She can be a vindictive bitch, but this isn’t her style.”

I scoff, trying to keep my composure as he softly runs his fingers up and down the backs of my thighs. “We’re not having sex,” I tell him. I try to sound firm, but it comes out all breathy. Damn my traitorous libido.

“I don’t want to fuck you, Scarlet. I want to help you unwind.” He reaches under my skirt and tugs at my knickers, pulling them down my legs. I know I should tell him to stop, but I don’t. I just stand before him in silence, waiting for his next move. Archer smirks as he lifts my left leg and places it on the bed beside his leg. He lifts my skirt and bunches it up around my waist with one hand, exposing me to him. He chews on his lip as he takes me in. Archer looks up at me with knowing eyes. The bastard knows he is turning me on, and I hate him for it. Leaning down, he blows on my sex, making me shudder and then his mouth is on me, and I tip my head back and moan. God, his lips on me feel so good. I grasp at his head, pushing him closer. He nips and licks and sucks me and I whimper as I feel my orgasm building. I might hate him, but he sure knows how to make me forget. His other hand reaches up and covers my mouth as he brings me crashing over the edge within minutes and I moan into his hand as I find my release.

When he leans up, his eyes burn into mine. I lean down and place my lips on his, tasting myself on him. He returns my kiss as I sit myself on his lap. His phone rings and he pulls away from me to answer it.

“Yes,” he says as he keeps his eyes on me. He needs to put the phone down and finish what he started. “I understand. I think it’s best if Eliza stays at my house until the extra security is in place.”

I arch a brow and try to grab the phone from him. Is that my grandfather? With his other hand, Archer grabs both of mine and holds them on my lap, despite my efforts to free them. I hate that he is so much stronger than me.

“I’m not leaving Kit,” I insist. There is no way I am leaving my brother to sleep here if I’m not. He can think again.

“She’s concerned about Kit. I’ll stay over here tonight then, but Wilbur, the security detail needs to be in place tomorrow. I won’t have her unprotected.” He puts the phone down beside him on the bed. He talks to my grandfather like he has some say in my safety.

“Why are you doing this?” I ask him as I remove myself from his lap and pull my skirt down. Searching my bedroom floor for where he flung my underwear. “Don’t make out like you care.”

“You’re one of us now, Scarlet. There’s no escape.”

I take a step back, needing to put distance between us. I can’t think rationally when he’s close. He distracts me with those eyes and lips and that perfectly toned body. “You’re not sleeping in my room. You can take one of the spares.”

He rises to his feet and takes a step towards me, and I take another one back. “You sure about that, Scarlet? Because five minutes ago you were kissing me like you wanted me to finish what we started.”

I scowl. Hating that he is right. “Having sex with you would be a mistake.”

“Is that so?” he says with a smirk. He looks so calm and confident as he takes another step towards me and my back hits my bedroom door, allowing him to cage me in. His hand cups my naked sex underneath my skirt. “This belongs to me. If I give the order that you are untouchable, no one at school will even sniff in your direction.”

I cock a brow. “Silver would.”

He grabs at my chin and yanks my face up to meet his eyes. He looks at me with a rage that could burn down the world. “If you let Silver touch you, I will personally make sure that he has no hands to touch you with ever again.”

I gulp. I’d like to say he is bluffing, but this is Archer Savage we are talking about here. “You hate me. You made that clear. So why do you want me? Do you hope to make me fall in love with you Archer Savage? Because if you do, you’ll be waiting for an eternity. The only people I have ever loved have been my family.”

He leans in so that his lips are a breath away from mine. “I don’t want your love, sweetheart. I want to break you into tiny pieces that can’t be put back together again. I want to ruin you for any other man.”

“You’re a sick fucker,” I hiss. “What happened to you to make you so cold and broken?”

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