Page 32 of Fallen Legacy
On the bed are a pair of pyjama shorts and a vest top. I go to ask but then I think why bother. They are always prepared in every situation. I pick up my night clothes and head to the bathroom and I hear him snicker as I walk away. He no doubt thinks I’m ridiculous getting changed in the bathroom, but clear boundaries need to be set. He doesn’t get to see me naked anymore.
When I come back into the bedroom, he’s already in bed and he’s staring out at the view of the London skyline. The bed is huge but warm and inviting and I sigh in pleasure when I sink down into the extremely comfortable mattress. “Oh wow, is this thing made from magic because it is beyond comfy?”
He doesn’t answer me, but I’m not surprised when he moves closer behind me and spoons me, placing a possessive hand over my waist. He nuzzles into my neck, and I try not to sigh at how good it feels to have him so close.
“Sleep, Scar. I’ll chase the nightmares away tonight.”
ELIZA
Iwake the next morning and moan in pleasure. Something has woken me and whatever it is it feels good. I smile in my sleep as a wave of need passes through me.
“You’re soaking wet for me, Scar,” says a voice in my ear before a warm tongue licks up my neck.
That’s when I fully wake up and realise why I’m feeling so good. Archer has his hands in my underwear and is playing with my clit.
“Archer,” I protest weakly. “We can’t do this.”
He sucks the skin on my neck into his mouth. “We can. Just let go and feel, Scar. I just want to give you pleasure. Don’t tell me you don’t miss this. I know you do.” He grinds his hips into my behind and I groan when I feel his rock-hard cock against me. His fingers don’t stop in their mission to wreck me, and I moan aloud when he sinks a finger inside of me.
“That’s it, baby, fuck my fingers. Does that feel good?” His voice is all husky and laced with desire. It makes my body pulse with need.
“We’re not together anymore,” I whisper as I try to shake some sense into my brain.
He slips a second finger inside of me and I rock my hips, chasing what I need. “You like that don’t you?”
“No,” I half moan. With all the willpower in the world, I place my hand on his and stop his attempt to seduce me. “You don’t deserve me fucker.”
He’s silent for a beat, and then with a deep sigh, he removes his fingers. I expect him to be angry and to call me a tease. But he surprises me when he softly kisses my cheek, gently squeezes my waist and says, “Then I’ll spend however long it takes to prove to you I deserve your forgiveness.”
I lie there staring after him as he leaves the bed and strides into the ensuite, closing the door behind him. Two second later the sound of running water tells me he is in the shower. I roll over and shove my head into my pillow, bashing my fists into the duvet. It’s hard to say no, when your whole body is begging for him. I can deny it all I want, but I still want him. I thirst for him. I wonder if he’s in there pleasuring himself seeing as I won’t give him what he needs. Biting my lip I let my hand drift down into my bed shorts, I can’t help it, he got me all wound up. I circle my clit and sigh in pleasure. I prefer his hand on me, but a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do. I’m so lost in chasing the orgasm he failed to give me I scream out when a hand grabs my wrist.
“What do you think you’re doing, Scarlet?”
I open my eyes to find him leaning over me, drops of water, run down his chiselled chest. “You started it,” I hiss in defiance.
“I did. And if I don’t get to finish it, then you don’t get to have an orgasm. You want to come, then it will be by my hands or my tongue.” He pulls my hand that he has in his grip, and I watch open-mouthed as he lifts it to his lips and sucks my fingers into his mouth. His tongue swirls around them and his eyes roll back in his head. “I’ve missed your taste, Scar.”
My core pulses with need and I’m a second away from saying fuck it to staying strong and begging him to eat me out when his phone rings on the bedside table.
Smirking at me, he takes one last lick of my fingers before he reaches over and grabs his phone.
“What?” he barks down the phone. “Okay, got it. We’ll be there.” He places the phone back on the bedside table and then his dark eyes are back on me. “Let’s get something cleared up, shall we? Tonight, after this job is done, we are coming back to this hotel, and I am going to fuck you senseless. You can hate me; you can go back to pretending that you don’t need me, but tonight we put it all aside and just be two people taking what they need.”
I sit up, bringing my face just an inch from his. God, he’s so annoyingly perfect. “We’ll see about that.” I pat his cheek patronisingly with my hand and drop a chaste kiss on his lips. “Sex is sex, Archer. I’m human I have needs. It’s just cock in general I’m lusting for. It doesn’t need to be yours.”
He growls and grabs me by the waist, pulling me flush against him. “You’re mine, Scar. No one will ever touch you again but me, and anyone who tries, I’ll kill them. I’ll beat them to a pulp and then I’ll slit their throat. You get me?” He leans in and takes my bottom lip between his teeth and gently pulls. “I haven’t been with anyone else since you, and no matter how much you fight this and deny me, I won’t seek it elsewhere. One day soon, you’ll wear my ring, and you’ll take my last name and you’ll be the only pussy I seek. No one else compares to you.”
I take a deep swallow, my emotions getting the better of me. I hate it when he’s like this. When he takes my breath away with his words and makes me feel things I don’t want to feel. An angry, demanding Archer I can cope with, but this one here, now, who tells me I’m all he needs, he undoes me.
“I’m going to kiss you,” I tell him. “But it means nothing.”
A tiny smile touches his lips. “Sure, it doesn’t.”
“You’re a smug, arrogant bastard,” I hiss before I grasp him by the back of his neck and place my lips on his. It’s like coming home. We meld together so perfectly. His tongue delves into my mouth and dances with my own. I kiss him like I may never get to kiss him again. When I pull back, we’re both panting for breath and the air is thick with lust and need.
“Until tonight,” he promises before he strolls out of the room, whistling to himself like he hasn’t a care in the world.
“Fucker!” I shout after him and my answer is his throaty chuckle from down the hallway.