Page 67 of Fallen Legacy

I laugh, “Ridiculous rumours.” I look up at Archer in over-the-top awe. “It’s always been him.”

Georgie mutters something under her breath and her mother shoves a drink in her hand, smiling at us. “Well, of course not, and we know how much your families like to keep that tight-knit bond, so I’m sure everyone is thrilled.”

“We couldn’t be more delighted that Archer and Eliza found each other,” Wilbur gushes. “Now if you’ll excuse us.” With his hand under my elbow, he guides us away.

“Dance together,” he orders. “Make sure you’re seen together.”

Rolling his eyes, Archer escorts me to the dancefloor. Everyone watches us as we take to the floor. “

“Why is everyone so morbidly interested in us?”

Archer snickers. “Because, Scar. Together, we are a power that scares them. Plus, everyone with a daughter or son our age or similar was hoping they could match with us and marry into the families.”

I shake my head. I can't believe that a part of the world still exists where families vie to make marriages of alliance to gain them greater power and affluence. We dance for two songs and then I announce I need the bathroom. Archer insists on escorting me to the toilet. I’ve noticed tonight that Edward has beefed up the security. There are burly looking men in black clothes with earpieces at every doorway.

I’m touching up my lipstick when the toilet door opens and Archer steps into the room and closes it behind him.

“What are you doing in here?” I ask him, my eyes meeting his through the mirror.

He stalks up behind me and wraps his arm around my waist, dipping his nose and inhaling my perfume. His hands move to the back of my dress, and he lifts it until his hands can explore underneath, his fingertips trailing up my inner thighs.

“Archer, stop,” I say half-heartedly as his touch sends shivers down my body. “People will notice we’re missing.”

“Let them,” he says as he sucks my earlobe into his mouth. “We’re newly engaged. It’s only natural that we can’t keep our hands off each other.” He bunches my dress up at the base of my back and intakes a breath when he realises I’m not wearing any underwear. “You’re a bad girl, Scar.”

“Am I?” I meet his gaze in the mirror. “And if I am, what are you going to do about it?”

I hear the zipper on his trousers and in the next second, he’s lining himself up at my entrance and entering me. “Grip the counter, Scar. I’m not going to be gentle.”

I brace both my hands on the sink countertop and push my hips back as he thrusts back inside me. “Fuck, Scar, you’re perfect,” he moans, his eyes holding mine prisoner through our reflection in the mirror. “Look at us, baby. Watch me fuck you.”

I do as he says, moaning loudly when he pistons his hips so that it feels deeper. “More, Archer,” I demand. “Harder.”

He grabs my hips and pounds into me harder and faster. It’s heaven on earth. No one has ever made me feel this good. He licks up my neck and I lean my head on his shoulder as I fall over that crescendo and call out his name. “Fuuuccck,” he growls out as he spills his seed inside me.

He pulls out from me and tucks himself back in his pants. He grabs some tissue and turns me to face him, and he bends on one knee to clean me up, I push my dress back down and straighten my hair in the mirror. The door handle rattles and we both chuckle like mischievous children as he takes my hand and pulls it open.

Seb is leaning on the door frame, grinning at us. “They have sent me to fetch you two. By the way, I could hear you both halfway down the hallway. Disgraceful,” he tells us, winking.

“You need to get laid,” Archer tells him flatly.

“Oh, I plan to. There’s a girl here serving tonight that has the prettiest eyes. Talk of the devil,” he gestures with his head to a girl who comes from the kitchens holding a tray of drinks. I blink twice when I realise who it is.

“Milly?”

She looks over and smiles when she realises it’s me. “Oh, hi, Eliza. Great party by the way.”

“What are you doing here?” I ask her, surprised.

“I’m Seb,” he tells her, standing in front of me, cutting me off and taking the hand that isn’t holding the tray of drinks to his lips. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Whether I have a boyfriend is none of your business, rich boy,” she hisses at him, putting him right in his place.

“Seb, this is Damon’s sister,” I tell him, and I watch his brow quirk at that information.

“You’re a Silver, huh?” He grimaces. “That’s a shame.” He steps back from her and winks.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” she asks him. If looks could kill, Seb would be six feet under by now.

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