Page 43 of Fallen Legacy

“Fuck, man!” the guy protests as he sways on his feet. He places a hand over his now bloody and broken nose. But Archer is far from done. He punches the guy in the gut, and he staggers, groaning at the impact. He falls to the floor and Archer looms over him, bubbling with rage.

“Apologise to the lady,” he insists, gripping the guy by his shirt again. “No one speaks to her like that. No one touches her like that without her permission, and no one ever suggests that my fiancée is a slut,” he growls.

I can’t help it. My stupid heart flips in my chest. I secretly love that he wants to protect and defend me. Not that I’ll ever admit that to him.

The guy holds his hands up in front of him in defeat. “Okay, I didn’t know she is yours. There’s no ring on her finger.” He looks at me as blood drips down his face onto his shirt. “I’m sorry lady, I’m really sorry.”

Archer’s lip curls up as he leans right into the guy’s face. “Leave this club now before I fucking kill you.” He releases him so quickly that the guy falls backwards onto his behind, and he scuttles away before he even gets to his feet. He rushes away like his arse is on fire.

Archer turns his attention to me, and I can see he’s still in a deep rage, with his fists clenched.

“I’m okay,” I tell him, placing a reassuring hand on his chest. “Relax, I’m okay.”

He cups my face with his hands. “You sure you’re, okay?” His jaw is tight with tension.

I nod my head and place my hands over his. “I’m fine.”

Rafe appears behind Vee, and he embraces her from behind and nuzzles into her neck. Smiling, she reaches up and places one hand behind her to cup the back of his neck.

Rafe looks at Archer and nods.

“We’re leaving,” Archer announces, taking my hand in his. The feminist in me wants to tell him I’ll decide when I’m ready to leave, but in all honesty, I’m shattered, and I just want my bed. This baby growing in my belly is taking all my energy right now.

“Go,” Vee tells me with a wink. “Get him calm. He needs you right now.”

I nod my head at her and Rafe as I allow Archer to lead me away from them and off the dancefloor. He heads for the exit and out across the road to where he parked the car. I yelp when he grabs me and spins me, pressing my back against the car.

“I want to find that fucker and kill him for touching you,” he says gruffly, grinding his teeth.

I’ve never seen him this angry before. He is one scary fucker when he’s caught in a rage like this. Even my heart thumps quicker in my chest.

“Look at me, Arch,” I insist, grabbing his shirt in my fist. “I’m fine.”

“You’re mine,” he growls. “You’re mine, and he thought he could lay his hands on you. No one touches what is mine and lives to tell the tale.”

I bob my head from side to side. “We’ll discuss the fact that no one owns me another time, but it’s done with. You taught him a lesson. He left and I’m perfectly fine. Now, can we please go back to the penthouse? I’m beat and I really need my bed.”

He looks down at me, his dark eyes burning into mine as he places his lips on mine. I should tell him no, but I know he needs this right now, so I let it happen and kiss him back. “You are mine,” he tells me quietly before he moves me away from the car and opens the car door, holding it open for me. He slams the door shut, making me jump. Okay. Perhaps some of that rage is still burning inside of him.

We set off for the penthouse, and he’s driving like a maniac. I clutch a hold of my seat, as he takes a corner at crazy speed.

“Archer, will you please slow down?”

He ignores me. He’s so lost in his anger, it’s like he’s not in the car with me.

“Archer! Stop this fucking car now!” I yell as my anxiety climbs. “You’ll kill the both of us!”

My words have their desired effect because he pulls off the road and onto the hard shoulder under the coverage of some trees. I lean back in my seat and drag in some deep breaths. I look over at him and he’s grasping the steering wheel so tightly I’m worried he’s going to break it. He needs a distraction.

Knowing this is stupid, I unbuckle my seat belt and climb over the centre of the car. He lifts his hands from the steering wheel to accommodate me and looks at me in surprise and confusion. I place my hand on the lever at the side of the seat and crank the seat down until he’s almost lying flat.

“Scar, what are you doing?” he asks me, his voice laced with warning.

“Shush,” I tell him, placing my finger over his lips as I unzip his trousers. “I’m helping you relax.” I pull him free of his boxers and wrapping my fingers around his cock, I lean down and suck him into my mouth. He hisses and swears under his breath, placing his hand on the back of my head and gripping at my hair. I tease him with my tongue, licking him up and down and swirling my tongue around the head of his now erect dick. I feel all the anger leave his body as he pistons his hips, pushing himself deeper into the back of my throat.

“Fuck, Scar. You’re killing me, baby,” he moans as I find my rhythm and help him find the release that he needs. His hands tighten in my hair, and he roars I’m a fucking goddess as he spills his seed down the back of my throat. I swallow it all and give his dick one last lick before I sit up to meet his eyes.

“Better?” I ask him as I tuck him back into his boxers and zip up his fly.

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