“Fuck, Red,” he growls as he pounds into me, droplets of salty sweat falling against my lips. They taste salty, sweet, and entirely like him.
He continues to move, and I meet his every thrust not able to hold off much longer. The look in his eyes is intoxicating, elevating me to a new level of pleasure. It’s too much, a feeling I’ve never experienced. Sex has always been enjoyable, but this, with him, is something completely out of this world.
“Ace,” I whimper as my body curls off the mattress and I scream as we both climax together.
He collapses on top of me and for a moment, we just lay there in dead silence. I can feel his heated skin over me. I can feel his heart beating against mine. It seems all too real, so unexpected, but inexplicably meant to be. But it’s not, and reality comes crashing down on me like an ice-cold bucket of water.
God, what have I done? The pleasure, the guilt, all these emotions rise like bile inside me and I sit up abruptly, pushing him off.
“Scarlett?” he asks, a look of sheer confusion on his face.
“I, I have to get out of here.”
“Red, where the fuck are you going?”
I rush to grab my thong but realize it’s useless trying to put it on, so I run over to grab my dress slipping into it rapidly.
“Red!” he shouts, as he stands and follows me.
“I, I need to get out of here. This was a mistake, god, it was a huge mistake.”
“Fuck no, it wasn’t a mistake,” he shouts, again reaching for me.
He grips my arm and pulls me against him kissing me passionately. Once again, I’m lost in his lips. Our tongues are dancing together as if they never want to let go.
“No! We can’t, please.” I say, as I push him away and reach to zip my dress.
“And why the fuck not?!” he asks, angrily following me.
“Because of Drake. Fuck, I shouldn’t have come here. Shouldn’t have done this.”
“Fuck him, Red! I swear if you say his name again, I’ll run out there and beat the shit out of him.” He pulls me toward him, gripping me tight as I struggle to get out of his grasp. “You’re mine, Scarlett. And now that I’ve had you, you can rest assured I’m never letting you go.”
“Ace, please just let me go,” I plead, my eyes welling up, tears threatening to break free. “I’m begging you, please let me go.”
He releases me; a look of uncertainty marred on his face.
“This can’t happen again.” I say before opening the front door, running away from the devil behind me.
It takes me a whole ten minutes to make my way back to the front of the house. The thought of heading back to the party makes me nauseous so I decide to get out of here. Besides, my hair’s a mess, and I obviously look guilty. I don’t need to face my friends this way. I walk toward the large driveway in hopes of finding the limo we came in and convincing the driver to give me a ride back. As I turn toward the limos, I find Bass sitting on the sidewalk. He looks up as if he senses me approaching, a half empty bottle of whiskey in his hand.
“What the fuck happened to you?” he blurts out.
I roll my eyes and walk away. I’ve had enough of these assholes tonight.
“Wait, Red!” he shouts as he stumbles to his feet. He walks towards me almost falling over twice.
“Stop calling me that!” I sneer, causing him to laugh.
“Okay, okay, Scarlett. Wait up, where are you going?”
“Away from here. I’ve had enough of this party.”
“But the party isn’t over yet.”
“It is for me.” I turn and keep walking toward the cluster of limos.
“At least let me take you back to the academy.”
I turn to him raising an eyebrow. “Like hell I’d get in any kind of moving vehicle with you. You’re fucking wasted, Sebastian,” I say, and he chuckles slightly.
“Fuck yeah, I am. Only way I can stand to be in the same room as daddy dearest.”
His admission throws me off slightly, and I find myself almost asking why. But I have my own problems to deal with, and if being around his father drives him to drink this much, well that’s not something I have time to deal with tonight.
“Thanks, but I’ll find my own way home,” I say just as a black Range Rover pulls up in front of us. The tinted passenger window rolls down revealing Agent Servite behind the wheel.
“I see you’re still here. Get in the car, Miss Steele. I’ll escort you back to campus.”
“Fuck no, I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“It’s either me, or you stand here and wait for my nephew to find you.”
“Scarlett, don’t get in the car,” says Bass from beside me.
I turn to face him, and he suddenly looks a little too sober. I notice his phone in his hand just as Ace appears at the front door, with his phone to his ear. This fucker called him to alert him I was leaving.
“Red!” shouts Ace as he rushes toward us. And now my only option is to stand here and risk everyone catching me with Ace or hop into the car with a predator.
“Now, Miss Steele, you know how our deal works.”
And that right there is my answer. If I don’t go with Agent Servite, I risk my friends’ wellbeing. His threats still ring in my ear, and I’ve already failed him once today. I don’t think he’d be as forgiving a second time. I rush over to the SUV and open the passenger door, climbing in.
“Scarlett!” I hear Ace shout before the car speeds away.
I sit perfectly still and silent in the car, facing out the window away from Agent Servite. I can feel his gaze on me, so I flip my hair to cover my chest. The thought of being in this car alone with him terrifies me. What the hell was I thinking?
“You can breathe easy, Miss Steele, as breathtakingly beautiful as you look tonight, I am not an animal. I won’t try anything with you, yet.”
His words make me cringe. Yet. He won’t do anything to me, yet. I tighten my thighs together. Only I’d get in the car with a pedophile.
“Besides, if I’m not mistaken, my nephew has had his way with you. I’m not fond of the idea of having his sloppy seconds. You’re still a child, it’s not like you’d be able to fulfill my needs.”
“You’re a pig,” I sneer, and he laughs at my remark.
“And she talks.”
“What do you want from me?” I shout, turning toward him.
“I haven’t decided yet. I need you to lure Lilith out of hiding, but now that I’ve seen the effect you have on my nephew, I think I’ll keep you.”
“You’re sick and clearly demented if you think I’d ever let you touch me.”
“Who said anything about touching you? Like I said earlier, Miss Steele, you are stunning, a spitting image of your mother in her prime. But you are a child, and I am a man with many needs. I have other plans for you, my dear, and you’ll find out in time. But for now, the only thing you need to know is that soon you will help me again, and this time failure is not an option.”
TWENTY–FOUR
SCARLETT
I rush out of the car as soon as Agent Servite pulls up to the Dahlia House. I can’t stand to be in the car with him another minute. After his confession and threat, the rest of our ride was thankfully silent; but he sickens me, everything about him. I thought I hated my mother, but the way I feel toward Agent Servite…That is true hate.
“Don’t forget, Miss Steele, the next time I call upon you, do not fail me,” he shouts as he drives off into the darkness.
I rush over to the house and head up to the quarter not once looking back. Once inside, I head over to the bathroom, slip out of my dress and into the shower. I turn on the hot water and stand under the stream, letting it burn away the memories of the night. I can’t believe I slept with Ace. I actually did it. I cheated on Drake. We had agreed to take a break, but that’s just the easy way out. I still betrayed him. It’s one thing that I have kissed Ace various times; but this, sleepi
ng with him, how can I ever look at Drake again, look at myself?
I hear my phone buzzing from inside my purse on the floor and reach for it. The screen reads fifteen missed calls and it suddenly dawns on me. I never told anyone where I was. Jade must be going crazy looking for me, and Drake and Stella. I told her I was going to the bathroom and never came back. I unlock my phone and see ten missed calls from Jade, Drake and Stella, and five from Ace. I ignore the messages from Ace, but quickly call Jade to let her know I’m okay.
“Scarlett, fuck, finally!” she shouts, her voice muffled by loud voices around her. “Where the fuck are you, and why haven’t you answered any of our calls?”
“Jade, I’m sorry, I just, I had to leave. I’m back at the house now. I ran into Agent Servite when I left to look for the bathroom, and I realized I didn’t want to be at that stupid party with him there. I can’t be around him. I convinced one of the limo drivers to drive me back. I’m sorry, I just needed to get away from Servite and Ace and everyone at the party. I should have called you.” I feel horrible once again lying to my sister, but it’s for her own safety.
“Did that fucker hurt you, Scarlett? I swear if he so much as laid a finger on you.”
“No, no, Jade, it was just an awful conversation. I’ll talk to you when you get back but just please don’t say anything. Just tell them I felt sick, please. I’ll explain later.”
“Okay, sis, don’t worry. I just need to go get Drake. He took off looking for Ace because he swears he did something to you, hell I thought so too. I mean the fucker has already kidnapped you once.” No, no. Drake can’t do anything. He already has a strike against him for punching Ace. Another infraction like that against the headmaster’s son and I’m sure they’ll kick him out.
“Please, Jade, don’t let Drake do anything stupid. Don’t let him get in trouble. He can get kicked out.”
“I know, Scar, I’ll take care of him, besides, looks like Ace is gone anyways. I’ll see you in a bit, sis, and then we need to talk.”
“Okay, I’ll see you soon.”
I hang up the phone and step out of the shower, grabbing a towel from the rack and wrapping it around my body. As I step out into the hall, I hear a loud banging against the door of the quarter. My heart starts racing, imagining it is Agent Servite who has changed his mind. I walk over to the door and the knocking only gets louder.
“Who is it?” I shout, grabbing a bottle of vodka from the counter, ready to hit him over the head with it.
“Open the fucking door, Red, before I break this shit down.”
I let out a deep breath, realizing its Ace and not his uncle. “Go away, Ace, I don’t want to see or talk to you.”
“We need to talk, Red. Open the goddamn door or so help me, I’ll stay here all night and cause a scene when your posse arrives.”
I curse to myself as I reach to unlock the door. As the door clicks, it’s swung open with Ace and Bass appearing on the other side. Ace’s eyes widen at the sight of me and I cringe realizing what I must look like. I’m standing here only in a small towel wrapped around my body, my wet hair clinging against my shoulders and my eye makeup surely smeared, making me look like a raccoon.
“What do you want?” I shout as he steps inside.
“Stand out here and make sure nobody interrupts us,” he says turning to Bass.
I look over at Bass and see a smirk appearing on his face as he whistles at me. “You fucking rat!” I manage to shout before Ace slams the door on him.
“What the fuck were you thinking getting in that car with him, Red!” shouts Ace as he approaches me.
“I don’t owe you any explanations, Servite. Last I checked, I don’t fucking answer to you,” I say before running toward my room.
He catches up to me and grips my arm turning me to face him right before I can slam the door in his face. He slams me back against the wall of my bedroom, caging me in with his body as he presses his erection into me. I groan as he lifts my hands up over my head and holds them against the wall just as his mouth comes down on me. He kisses me erratically and I meet him just as intensely. God, he drives me crazy and I can’t stop myself from giving in to him. We are like two creatures kissing wildly, trying to suck the air out of one another. Like two bombs counting down getting ready to explode. He breaks the kiss and I moan at his release of my lips, gasping for air for him to fill my lungs once more.
“Last I checked, Red, you don’t get in the fucking car with my uncle just minutes after you cum on my dick.” He reaches his hand down under my towel and runs his fingers over my slick, sensitive folds.
“Ahh,” I moan as he rubs his fingers over my clit.
“Fuck, Red. You’re dripping wet. Is this for me or for that fucker.”
“Fuck you, Ace,” I groan as his movement becomes faster. He inserts a finger into me, and I nearly come with just that. He brings his lips to my ear and whispers to me, his hot breath burning me.
“Yes, fuck me and only me. You’re mine now, Red, and I’m a selfish bastard. I don’t share what’s mine. Not with your Dragon boy, not with my fucking uncle. With nobody.” He continues to finger me as his thumb rubs against my clit and I am nearly trembling in his palm.
“Fuck, Ace, don’t stop, fuck,” I shout, and he stills.
He lets go and brings down the hand that was holding my arms over my head, tearing the towel off of me. My naked body flush against his. He stands back, his finger still inside me and he licks his lips as his eyes rake over me.
“You better not leave me like this, Ace, or I’ll cut your fucking dick off.”
He smirks at me as he slowly drops to his knees. He brings his tongue to join his finger as he licks me, lapping at my clit. I lean my head back on the wall, arching my back and bringing my hands to grip his shoulders. He uses his arms to spread my legs further, giving him better access to my center. He licks and tugs, his tongue working its magic on me.
“Ace!” I moan as his tongue and fingers work me to another earth-shattering orgasm. “Fuck!” I shout as my pussy tightens around his tongue, my head slamming on the wall behind me. He grips my hips bringing my core closer to his mouth as he licks me dry, making me come once more. Three fucking orgasms in less than an hour from this man. He is going to be the death of me.
I feel my body grow weak, my legs giving out as he stands. He pulls me close, wrapping my arms around his neck and carrying me to my bed. He tosses me on the bed rather harshly as he climbs on beside me. I lay my head down on my pillow still floating in ecstasy as he moves between my legs.
“I don’t think I can handle anymore,” I whisper breathily.
“Oh, angel, I’m nowhere near done with you,” he groans as he grips my legs bringing them closer to him. He lowers his head to my pussy, his tongue once again diving in. “God, Red, you taste so fucking good. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
He licks me softly, and I can’t believe I’m already so wet and ready for him. Not two seconds ago I was coming down from back-to-back orgasms, and now I’m ready for more. What is this man doing to me?
“My new favorite flavor.”
He licks and licks, bringing his hands up to cup my breasts as he twirls my nipples in between his fingers, and I don’t think I can handle it any longer. I already feel so close again, but I want him. More of him. I need him. I sit up and grip him by his shirt bringing his mouth to me. He climbs on the bed toward me, and I turn us around pushing him on the bed under me as my naked body turns to straddle him. I look down at him and see a lust filled haze over his eyes, and I know it matches the one in my eyes. I reach down to his waist pulling his shirt up and over his body, revealing his perfectly sculpted abdomen. God, he is beautiful. I reach for the button of his dress pants unbuttoning them and pulling down harshly. He lifts his groin allowing me to pull the pants down along with his boxers as his dick springs free in front of me. And god, is it a sight to see. He’s huge and perfect. I look up at him and s
ee him gazing intently at me calculating my next move. The sight of him lying here at my mercy gives me a sort of exhilarating power and it takes over. I’m in control now. I smirk at him as I bring my tongue down on him, gripping his cock with my hand, slowly licking the tip, not once looking away from him. He groans as his head falls back, and I lick once more, this time running my tongue down his shaft and back up again. He brings his head back up and his eyes lock with me once more.
“Fuck, Red, you’re going to kill me with your tongue,” he groans, and I continue to lick, bringing my mouth over him and around him, licking and sucking him into my mouth
“Death by blow job,” I snicker.
“Not a bad way to go,” he says breathily.
At that, I get up on my knees and take him fully into my mouth sliding him in and out of me. I’m in control and the look on his face only excites me more.
“Fuck, Red. I can’t. I’m not going to last.”
I keep going, my head bobbing in his lap when suddenly he sits up and reaches for me. I release his cock from my mouth with a pop and lick the pre-cum off my lips.
“I wasn’t done,” I whine, and he chuckles, bringing me over him, so his dick is lined up with my entrance.
“I need to cum inside of you, not in your mouth today, I need to feel your sweet cunt clenching around my dick as you ride it to your next orgasm.”
I can’t help but grin as I climb over him and he pushes his dick into me.
“Fuck, baby. You are killing me.”
“Feeling’s mutual, Horseman.” I move against him, up and down rubbing his dick against me. I reach my fingers over my clit and rub back and forth intensifying the feeling.
“Fuck, keep touching yourself, Red, just like that baby.”
“Oh god, I’m gonna cum,” I shout.
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