Page 33 of Hers To Keep

“Whatever, that’s when I heard my mother’s name again. Whenhe threatened me and told me I had to help him lure her out—the night of the Halloween Masquerade. Then again, when he made me follow you to The Gallows, and finally…” I pause looking down at the fries before me, swirling one nervously in the mustard, “The night I saw her for the first time again was at the dinner he had arranged at Servite Manor. The night Chaz…” I look away, fighting the tears that threaten to come out.

“I promise you I will do whatever it takes to prove to you I didn’t kill Jade’s father.”

I shake my head, holding back tears that threaten to spill. “It doesn’t matter, regardless, he’s dead, and I have yet to tell her. She’ll hate us both when she finds out, and she will find out. He’ll make sure of it,” I say, referring to Agent Servite. “Lilith worshiped Chaz, everything she did was to make him happy, or jealous. Either way, everything was for him, about him. She was devastated, utterly manic when they arrested him. Which is why it’s so hard for me to believe that it was all fake, that she could so easily give him up, blame everything on him.”

“My uncle doesn’t speak much of Lilith in our presence, but the times I’ve overheard him and Bass’s father…” He reaches his arm across the table, taking my hand in his. “Your mother is a con artist. The worst of her kind—cunning, manipulative, a wonderful actress. I wouldn’t put it past her to have orchestrated this whole ordeal.”

“Lilith may be a con, but she’s no fool. She’s not just a pawn in all of this. I know there still is so much more she hides, a bigger part she holds. But my part in all of this, her connection to Hillcrest and your uncle, that’s what I need to find out. I’d like to believe it was all an act, that she’s doing all of this to protect herself. That he has something on her, used the same threats he’s spewed at me, but I know that can’t be true. She’s a selfish monster, a vile serpent inciting chaos wherever she goes, and I won’t give up until I bring her down.”

Chapter

Nineteen

SCARLETT

Adark, crowded movie theater, that’s where Ace brought me for the second part of our first ever date. A movie crowded with teens from the academy, their parents, and townies, here to watch the hotter of the two Hemsworth brothers shirtless on the big screen.

We sit in the top row toward the left side against the wall, about three seats separating us from a couple in their mid-forties.

Ace reaches over picking up the center divider that separates our seats as he places his left hand on my thigh, his cold palm instantly giving me chills, as he slowly inches his hand higher.

“Ace, we can’t,” I whisper, leaning my head on his shoulder. He grips my thigh swinging it over his leg, spreading my legs open as his hand continues its ascension toward my already aching center. My body trembles. The anticipation and anxiousness of being caught is nerve-wracking, but the need to have his finger on me is exhilarating. I pant breathily as his fingers trace the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh, slowly moving upward to my bare pussy. Hegently runs his fingers along my lips, pushing me open wider with his arm. My legs fall open exposing myself completely before him as he hitches my dress up to my waist.

I’ve never done something like this. In public, with people so close by, where we can be so easily caught. But then again, there are a lot of things I never did before Ace. He makes me act recklessly, impulsively, and passionately. It’s both a blessing and a curse.

I reach my right arm over to him, his body shifting toward me as my hand lands on his cock, feeling it grow through his jeans.

“Unzip it,” he groans in my ear. “Pull it out and feel how hard you make me. Feel how crazy you make me. How much I want you.” I slowly unzip his jeans with trembling fingers, while he shifts in his seat making it easier for me to pull him out of his boxers. He’s thick and hard, precum gleaming on the tip of his smooth skin. I bring my fingers to my mouth sucking on them, slightly wetting them before wrapping them around his length. Ace groans deeply, his head falling back as his fingers continue to rub me vigorously. I’m instantly ready. My arousal has been building inside me since we left the restaurant. My need for him is almost unbearable.

“Touch me,” I groan, biting down on my bottom lip trying to stifle a moan. I move my hand up and down his cock to the rhythm of his finger against me, when I suddenly hear a noise come from the couple beside us.

“Shit,” I say, releasing his dick. “They can hear me.”

“Don’t you fucking dare let go. Wrap your fingers back around me or I swear to God, I’ll stop as well.” The ache within my legs begs me not to make him stop, so my fingers voluntarily move back to grip him.

“Make it quick or they’re going to know,” I whisper against his shoulder.

“Doesn’t that excite you?” he growls, as he inserts a finger slowly inside me. “Doesn’t it make you wetter to know that thiscouple is going to go home tonight, probably to fuck for the first time in months, years maybe, to the memory of my fingers inside this sweet little cunt, your fingers wrapped around my throbbing cock, as sweet little moans escape those fuckable lips.” His movements turn faster, my hand now forcefully pumping him.

“Ace, please, I need to get out of here. I need you to take me back to my place, your place, any other place. I need you to fuck me properly.”

“I need you to come for me here first. I need to see your eyes roll back in ecstasy. You have to. It’s the only way to ensure she gets properly fucked tonight. He needs to know you came apart for me.” He inserts another finger just as his thumb rubs my clit, and the words that come out of his mouth next do it for me. “Come for me now, baby.”

I obey, coming apart in the middle of a dark movie theater, crowded with townies here to enjoy a night out together. I come loudly with a couple not four feet away from me.

My body shakes, my pussy tightening around his fingers, my mind lost in an exhilarating euphoria.

After a moment, Ace stands up pulling me with him, as I tug my dress down shifting uncomfortably. My thighs rub together, the slick wetness of my pussy practically oozing out of me.

“We need to get out of here. I need to have more of you now!” he groans against me.

“But I didn’t finish you off. I need to make you come too, it’s only fair.”

“Oh baby, you’ll have plenty of chances for that tonight.”

“But the night is still young, our date isn’t over,” I whine, yet I don’t know why I’m making excuses.

“I’m done with this whole dating bullshit. I should have just fucked you when I had the chance. Now I’m hard as fuck, got fucking blue balls, and a girlfriend who won’t shut up and come with me.”