Savage Heir by Jagger Cole

19

“What are you doing here, Red?”I growl.

She stands. She says nothing, but her face screams it. The hard look of heat and determination in her eyes—like she’s still working up the courage for this—speak volumes.

I know what this is, and I know why she’s here. But I also know this is a mistake.

“I—today…” she shakes her head. “I don’t know why I’m—”

“Yes, you do,” I snarl.

I step closer to her. I watch her eyes widen in the moonlight. Her teeth drag across her lip as her hands fidget.

“I just… I didn’t know…”

“Go back to your pretty life, Tenley,” I hiss. “Go back to your golden boyfriend, and your future as Jackie O.”

“That is not my future.”

“No? Who are you trying to convince here, Red? Me, or you?”

She scowls. “I’m not trying to convince you or anyone of anything! I just…” she trials off and looks at her hands.

“You just what, Nancy Reagan?”

She looks up, fury on her face. “You know what, Ilya?!” She shakes her head. For the first time, I realize her hair is down; fanned around her face and tumbling down her shoulders.

She looks good with her hair down for once. She looks really good.

“No, but I have a feeling you’re going to tell me any—”

“I didn’t come here so that you could be a dick to me, you know! So fuck you.”

She goes to storm past me. My hand shoots out, and she gasps as I grab her arm and yank her back in front of me.

“No?” I hiss, looming over her, my hand still on her arm. She backs away from me, or maybe I’m the one pushing her. But either way, she gasps quietly when her back hits the front door behind her.

“Then why did you come here, Tenley?” I snap.

She’s blushing deeply as she looks down, squirming under my dark gaze.

“I—I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do.”

Her breath catches as she drags her eyes up to me.

“Yes, you do,” I growl again. I move even closer to her, pinning her to the door.

This is a mistake. I’ll pay for this somehow, and I know it. And yet, there’s no stopping this. No brakes. No mercy.

“You’re here because you’ve spent all day, all week, all month, and all of your entire fucking life being the good girl.”

She shivers, chewing on her lip.

“That’s not—”

“Yes, it is,” I growl. “And today, you saw your whole future as Mrs. North, didn’t you?”

She swallows.

“I don’t do futures, Tenley,” I snarl. My eyes blaze into hers. “I don’t do girlfriends.”

“I know—”

“I know you know that,” I hiss quietly. “Just like I know that’s exactly why you’re here.”

“Ilya, I don’t even know why I’m—”

“You’re here for this.”

My hand shoots up, gripping her long red tangles in my fist. I snarl as I draw close, tilt her head back with the moonlight shimmering over her delicate skin. With a growl, I slam my mouth to hers, viciously. I kiss her hard, punishingly.

I kiss her like it’s owed to me, and I’m here to fucking collect.

Her lips part, and she whimpers as my tongue finds hers. But then suddenly, she’s shivering and shoving me back.

“I did not come here to—”

I do it again. I grab her hard and pin her roughly to the door behind her as my mouth crushes to hers. This time, she grips my shirt tightly, pulling me against her. Her mouth opens willingly, and she moans as my tongue demands entrance.

My hand slides to her hip. I grip it tightly, tugging at her school skirt. She’s trembling against me, but those moans speak volumes. I tug at the skirt, pulling it up higher and higher on her hip.

My cock surges hard, throbbing against her as I pull her skirt up over her panties. Slowly, my hand slips up her thigh, making her whimper into my lips I dance my fingertips up over the lace waist of her panties and slip my hand around to the front.

Her stomach caves under my touch. Her body stiffens and then shivers. Her whimpers drip heavily against my lips.

“Ilya—” she chokes as my fingers tease the waist of her panties.

“Tell me to stop,” I snarl into her mouth. “Fucking say it, Tenley.”

She moans. I groan, dick throbbing as my fingers tease under the waist of her panties.

“Say it,” I hiss. “Fucking tell me to stop.”

Her breath catches. Her hands cling to my shirt.

“I—and if I don’t?”

I pull back just enough for her to see the savagery in my eyes and the snarl on my lips, still wet from hers.

“Then I will consume you.”

She nods. She says nothing. But her hands tighten on my shirt. It’s the only encouragement I need.

Heaven help her now.

My mouth slams back to hers, roughly. I kiss her like a demon, pinning her to the door. My knee spreads her legs, and my fingers push under her panties.

I feel delicate lace and smooth, trembling skin. I feel soft hair and then a slick wetness that instantly floods my fingers.

Tenley whimpers breathlessly as I touch her. It’s like she’s frozen, and not sure what to do. But her hips do. They move, rolling against me as my finger grinds over her clit. She moans, breath catching as I kiss her deeply.

My finger rolls over her throbbing clit, making her squirm and moan for me. I drag a finger down her slit until I find her entrance. I sink it into her, groaning at how damn tight she is. And wet. And slick. And so fucking eager.

She pulls at me, needing me close. I start to stroke my finger in and out of her as my palm grinds against her clit. I rub it in slow circles, adding pressure. My finger curls deep against her g-spot, and her knees start to shake.

“Ilya… Ilya…”

She moans my name again and again into my mouth as I touch her. Her wetness drips down my hand, soaking her panties. I keep kissing her, tasing her moans as I make her come apart for me. Until suddenly, I can feel her tense.

“Ilya…”

She moans, whimpering nonsense words as she teeters on the edge.

“Come,” I demand into her ear. “Come for me, now.”

I rub her clit hard against my palm as my finger strokes over her g-spot. Tenley’s whole body tightens up and jolts until she’s coming for me; hard.

She clings to me, moaning into my mouth. Her body goes limp with my hand between her legs. I stroke her again before I slip my hand from her panties.

Suddenly, she stiffens. She gasps and pulls away from me. Her eyes are wide. But then they narrow at me.

“You can’t just—”

“I just did.”

“That…” she blushes, shaking her head as she angrily smooths her skirt down before hugging herself. “That is never happening again,” she breathes.

“Fine,” I snap. “Then run back to Patrick, Tenley. Run back to your fake boyfriend.”

She sneers at me. “It is so easy for you to judge from up there in your little ivory tower, isn’t it, Ilya? Mr. Give No Shits? Mr. Who Cares because my uncle is going to give me the keys to a kingdom?”

I glare at her. “You done?”

Tenley barks a cold laugh. “Oh, I’m done. And don’t worry, I’m leaving. I know you don’t do girlfriends, or futures, or anything but whatever you want to do.”

“See? You picked that up almost as fast as you just came on my fingers.”

She purses her lips. “Fuck you, Ilya.”

“Only if Patrick watches, and if you say pretty please first—”

The slap stings across my face. My jaw grits and my eyes narrow on her as I snarl. Tenley pales, but she stands her ground.

“We’re done. With anything and everything. Okay? Done.”

I shrug. “Great, then can you move so I can get into my fucking house?”

“Gladly.”

She shoves past me, shaking her head. She pauses and turns back to glare at me, her face throbbing with heat from coming for me.

“You are such an asshole.”

I know. But I don’t have to say shit. She glares at me once more, whirls, and storms into the night.

She’s not wrong. I am an asshole. I’m the king asshole. The ruthless hunter. The Wolf. But she’s wrong about one thing. And she’s more wrong than she could possibly know.

We’re not done with anything by a fucking mile.