Hers To Keep (Servite Academy #2)

Chapter 8

Chapter

Eight

ACE

“ W here do you think you’re going, Red? I haven’t finished with you,” I yell, chasing after her.

Yeah, me, chasing her. Never in a million years did I expect to be chasing after anyone, let alone a girl determined to be rid of me. But here we are.

I’m running after her like a lost fucking dog treading after his master, begging for a bit of affection. Pleading her to take me home. Desperate for whatever scraps she’s willing to give me. Her pace quickens, her footsteps getting louder and heavier as she approaches the cabin. If I could see her face, I bet she’s biting her bottom lip as she rolls her eyes at me, sinking her teeth into her tongue to stop herself from giving in and turning to face me. That perky little ass of hers sways with every angry step while her sweater slides off her shoulders, showing me the flawless skin I want to sink my teeth into.

I was a dick—I admit it. Letting Carrington hang on my arm was the wrong move. Letting her nearly kiss me was borderline madness. But Little Red pissed me off, acting like she didn’t care whether Prescott put her hands or lips on me. If it were the other way around, I’d rip the bastard’s fucking head off along with his dick. Just like I nearly did with the dragon bitch. Nobody touches what’s mine, and Scarlett Steele is mine.

And just like I thought, I’m hers.

“Slow the fuck down,” I say, reaching out to grab her arm. She turns instantly at the contact of my hand on her, glaring at me furiously. Those piercing blue eyes are like daggers pointing straight at me, and fuck if it doesn’t turn me on. At least if it were possible for me to be any hornier than I already am for my little vixen. Like a fucking teenager getting to first base for the first time, I nearly come in my pants with just the lustful, domineering look into her blue eyes.

“Get your fucking hands off me, Servite. I’m not in the mood for your bullshit, not tonight,” she says furiously, trying to pull away from me. It’s cute the way she thinks she could easily fight me off.

“Come on, baby, it was just a game. As if I’d let Prescott get anywhere near me.” I reach out to caress her check, but she slaps my hands away instantly, turning and continuing her path toward the cabin, away from me.

So I follow like there’s nowhere else I’d rather go.

“You fooled everyone. The bitch was pretty much all over you all fucking evening,” she yells out, not bothering to look back at me.

There it is, my baby is jealous, and fuck if I am a bastard for making her. Was it my plan all along to get a rise out of her? Fuck yeah. Did I deliberately let Carrington paw at me so that she’d get jealous and realize she still wants me as much as I want her? You bet. Was it worth that little show? Damn right.

“Come on, Red, you act like you don’t care but I know you do. What happened to the whole, I'm not acting like we’re two love birds floating around in ecstasy? Cause that’s exactly what we looked like, baby.”

“Call it a minor lapse in judgment. A hormonal impulse. Like I said before, my animalistic instinct. One thing is behaving this way in front of your friends, another is being with you in private. I hope you enjoyed the show cause that’s all you’ll ever be getting from me.” I reach out to grab her, slamming her back against the wooden beam of the cabin’s porch.

“Say it all you want, baby, but you don’t make those decisions for me. I’ll take what I want from you when I want it.” She laughs, raising a brow at me, the defiant look I love appearing in her eyes.

“What you see is all you’ll ever get,” she murmurs breathlessly, sounding as if she’s trying to convince herself.

“And for now that’s all I need,” I whisper back, letting her go. I know she’s wet for me. The way we argue, it turns her on. But tonight I’m going to make her miss the feel of my hands on her, the taste of my lips, the warmth of my body. She wants to fight our connection, wants to act like we won’t fuck again, I’ll let her grovel. Tomorrow night she will once again be mine.

That’s if I can resist.