Page 35 of Fallen Legacy

His face remains unwavering. “You’re not doing it and that is that.” He places his hands on my forearms and lifts me off my feet and to the side so he can get past me.

“I can do the fucking job!” I insist, chasing after him. I’m hopping mad. He thinks he can decide what I do and don’t do. Do I really want to get my tits out and lap dance for some perverted old politician, no, of course not, but he’s pissed me off and now I’m determined to do it. “I bet I can give just as good a lap dance as Vee.”

Archer breathes through his nose and swearing under his breath, he strides over to the glass dining table and picks up a chair. I watch him as he walks into the middle of the lounge area and places the chair down in the centre and sits himself on it. “Show me what you got, Scar.”

He cocks a brow, challenging me. Daring me to prove my point. “Seb, put some music on. Let’s see what she can do.”

I glance from Archer to Rafe and Seb, who are now both leaning side by side against the kitchen island waiting for me to take up the challenge. Seb grins wide as he presses a few buttons on his phone and a second later, sultry music plays through the room.

Archer leans back in his seat smirking, and points to his lap. He thinks I’ll back down. Well, he’s wrong. I reach for the bottom of my t-shirt and lift it over my head to reveal a black lace bra and I sway my hips as I stroll down to where he’s waiting for me. I pull my hair from its messy bun and run my hands through my unruly waves, keeping my eyes on him. I stop a few feet from him, and I bite my lip and give him a sultry look. I run my hands seductively slowly up my thighs and around over my breasts. I give him my back and bend over slowly, trailing my fingers from my ankles up to my thighs. My hips sway seductively as I lift my hands above my head. I turn to face him and drop down onto my knees with my legs spread apart. Licking my fingers, I run them sexily down the valley between my breasts and stop just at the top of my panties. Biting my lip and winking at him in my best innocent face, I lean forward and slowly crawl towards him, making sure my hips are moving side-to-side. When I reach his chair, I run my hands up his legs, stopping just above his knees and I raise to my feet. I walk around his chair, coming to a stop behind him, and I throw one leg over his shoulder. Grabbing his hair, I tip his head back so he’s looking up at me and I run my tongue over my lips. I shove his head forward and let go of his hair, releasing my leg and walking round to the front to face him. I drop onto his lap, my legs straddling him on either side of the chair. Holding on to the back of the chair, I lean back, arching my spine and I move my hips back and forth to the beat of the music. I sit up in his lap and smirking at him; I stand to my feet and give him my back. I bend over, ensuring that my arse is right there in his view, and I twerk like my life depends on it and smack myself on the bottom. Turning back around to face him, I place one bare foot on his shoulder, placing my intimate parts right near his face. Touching my breasts, I dance to the sultry beat of the music. I lift my leg down and drop myself back into his lap slowly so that my breasts touch every inch of his chest as I seat myself. Arching my spine again, I lean backwards, wrapping my feet around the legs of the chair to anchor me. I run my hand down the centre of my chest and along my spread legs before I slowly pull myself up and wrap my arms around his neck. Just as the song ends, I drop a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Is that good enough for you?” I whisper in his ear with a knowing smile as I feel his hard cock under me.

“Good, but not good enough,” he replies gruffly, clearing his throat.

I rock my hips against him and chuckle in his ear. “You sure about that?”

He grasps my thighs to stop me from moving. “It was amateur. He’ll spot that you’re not a professional from the out.” He reaches out and takes the white gold playing card charm I’m wearing around my neck. “You still wear this even though you say you hate me.”

I snatch it from his hands into my own. “Don’t make out this gift was special. You said yourself all females get one. I wear it because I’m expected to, as an Ace. Not because you gave it to me.”

“Bullshit,” he replies, a knowing and self-assured smile on his smug face. He grasps the back of my neck with his hands. “Did you ever read the engraving on the back?”

I hesitate with the snarky reply I had been ready to give. I didn’t know there was anything engraved on the back. Keeping my eyes on him, I turn the silver playing card pendant over.

My queen. Always.

I gulp. He had that engraved on there for me. My heart thumps in my chest.

“Leave,” he barks out into the room, and I remember that Rafe and Seb are both in the room. As I watch them leave, Seb mouths ‘forgive him’ to me.

“Don’t’ you get it, Scar. You’re my queen. I knew it the moment you gave me sass that first night. I knew that night that gypsy or not, I had to have you. Can you blame me for not wanting another guy to see you like that? To have you on his lap turning him crazy with wanting you. I’m a possessive fucker. I want you all to myself. I want to be the only guy you ever do that for and the only guy that you ever give that come fuck me look to ever again.”

“I hate you,” I tell him. “I hate that I let you in and you hurt me, and I hate that I still fucking want you.”

He sighs, placing his forehead against mine. “I know you do. I’ve said I’m sorry and in case you didn’t notice, I don’t say that to many people. Scar, I need you. I need to feel your skin against mine and I need to hear the way you moan my name when you come. Please let me have you.”

My heart thumps in my chest as I war between my head and my heart. My head tells me to climb off his lap right now, to move as far away from him as possible, and tell him it’s never going to happen. But my heart, my fucking traitorous heart, is begging me to give in to what we both know I need and want.

I rock my hips against him. “Okay.”

He doesn’t need telling twice. He pulls me to him and devours my lips with his. His kisses bring me to life again. They breathe much needed air into my lungs that I didn’t know I needed. I run my hands through his hair and tug on the strands as I push my hips into his, wanting to get as close as possible to him. He reaches behind me and pushes my leggings down over my bottom and I lift my hips to assist him, my lips not leaving his. My underwear follows with them, and he discards them on the floor beside us.

“Gods, how I need you, scar,” he groans in my ear as he nibbles on my earlobe.

“Please,” I beg him. “No foreplay, just take me.”

He growls in response, and I feel him reach between us and pull out his hard cock. I look down at his length and, impatient to feel him inside of me, I lift my hips and sink myself down onto him.

“Fuck,” he hisses, leaning his neck back, his eyes rolling with lust. “Fuck, you feel perfect.”

I don’t move straightaway. I just savour the feel of him inside me. This is what I need. It’s stupid and weak of me, but I need him. I place my hands on his shoulder and move my hips. He grabs the back of my neck with one hand, forcing me to look at him.

“Eyes on me the whole time. I want to savour it all.”

With his other hand, he grasps my right hip and he pistons up into me, meeting my hips as they create a steady, increasing rhythm.

“My queen,” he says, his eyes never leaving mine.

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