Page 65 of Ruthless Legacy

“What the hell was that?” I ask, looking from the door my brother has just exited through and back to Archer in bewilderment.

“So, you’re mesmerised by my dick, Scarlet?” Archer smirks as he stalks towards me. I try to take a step back as he crowds into my space.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Savage. A dick is a dick.”

He moves closer, causing my back to hit the classroom wall. “Oh, is that so? That’s not what you were saying when you rode me last night, Scarlett.”

I blush as I remember how I told him his cock was heaven when that god-damn video was taken. Of all the times to tell a guy his cock was like heaven, I had to do it when we were secretly being filmed.

“Everyone says shit when they’re in the throes of passion. I’m pretty sure you’ve called my pussy magic a few times.”

He cocks a brow as his hand glides up my thigh. “It is magic.” His hand cups my sex and he grins when he feels I’m wet. Fucker. “You want me to make you feel good, Scarlet? You only have to ask?”

I glare at him as he rubs the heel of his hand against my sex, stirring a rush of desire through my body. I place my hand on his chest. “I am not doing anything with you in this school, where all the pupils and teaching staff have already seen us going at it.”

“And here I thought you liked to live dangerously.” He pulls his hand away from my sex and I almost whimper at the loss.

He grabs my hand in his, stopping to pick up our bags as he pulls me from the classroom. “Where are you dragging me to, now?”

He looks back over his shoulder at me and grins, a sexy, bad grin that makes my core flutter. “I’m taking you somewhere nice and secluded, where no one will hear your moans of pleasure.”

“Oh,” I reply, my body heating with anticipation as I allow him to take me out of school and towards his car.

When we pull up at his house, I look over at him in surprise. I haven’t been back here since that first night. During the day, it looks even more imposing. How is this my life these days? Archer steers the car towards the side of the house and drives into the garage that is bigger than the entire square foot of my last foster home. Parked inside, there is a Porsche and an Audi, and I chuckle out loud.

“What?” he asks me, clueless, as we both exit the car.

I shake my head. “Nothing.” I move towards the door but yelp when he pulls me back and lifts me and drops me on the bonnet of the shiny red Porsche.

He cocks a brow at me when I wait for an explanation. “The staff will be in the house. So, I’m going to feast on you out here so you can moan for me to your heart’s content.”

“Oh, really?” I ask, sitting up on my elbows as he grabs my legs and pulls them apart, pulling my panties down my legs. He doesn’t waste any time. He goes straight to town, and I’m bucking my hips and begging for more within seconds. Fuck him and his delicious tongue for having this power over me. I moan his name and beg him not to stop as he sucks and licks and sends my body into a frenzy. I explode like a rocket shouting his name and right now, I don’t care if half the gated estate hears me. I’ve no sooner come down from my high when he turns me over and pushes me down, stomach first, onto the bonnet. When he pushes himself inside me in one quick thrust, I release a long, pleasured moan. He wraps my hair around his wrist to hold me in place, owning me and taking what he needs, and I love every second.

“Tell me, Scarlet, does my cock feel like heaven?”

I growl at him as I push my hips up to meet his thrusts. He stops still above me, and I wriggle my hips, needing him to move and give me what I need.

“Ah-ah, princess. Say the words and I’ll give you what you need.”

I hate him right now. He knows he has me where he wants me. I hate that he has the power to own me like this. I want to tell him to take his cock and use his hand, but right now I need him to finish what he started, so with an annoyed growl I give him what he wants. “Please, Archer, fuck me.”

I can’t see his face, but I know there’s a shit-eating grin on his face. “Good girl.” He moves again with punishing force. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh thunders through this space. He pounds into my sex, taking all he can and giving me everything I need. You can say what you like about this situation between us, but the sex is on fire.

“Let go, Scarlet. Give it to me,” he demands and like the obedient girl he commands, I shatter around him, moaning his name and possibly Gods. He releases my hair and I lean up, so my back ends up against his chest and he grasps my chin and turns my head sideways. “Look at us,” he orders, and through the glass wall that separates the two sections of the garage, I can see our reflection. “I’ll kill the fucker who got to see you like this. Only I get to see you this way, Scarlet. The thought that some of those horny little shits at school will get off to the image of you riding my cock makes me rage.” His thrusts become harder and deeper as he speaks. “You’re fucking mine.”

A part of me wants to protest that I’m not his, but I’m too transfixed on our reflection, watching us as he fucks me. I feel him tense, and he growls and pants in my ear as he finds his release deep inside of me.

For a beat, we remain still, catching our breaths. He clears his throat as he pulls out and he hands me my skirt and knickers. We get dressed in silence. I don’t like how vulnerable I feel after we have had sex. I mean, it’s not like I want post-sex cuddles and pillow talk, right? It’s not, right?

“Are you okay?” he asks me as he straightens his school tie.

I smile probably a little too enthusiastically in my bid to hide my weak emotions. “I’m peachy.”

“You hungry?” he asks me as I follow him through the side door and into the house.

“Always,” I state, following him through the house and into a large open-plan kitchen-diner.

“Hello Archer, I didn’t realise you were home.” A lady with kind blue eyes stands at the kitchen island chopping carrots. She looks to be in her late sixties and has white hair that is tied at the base of her neck with a blue ribbon.

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