Hers To Keep (Servite Academy #2)

Chapter 35

Chapter

Thirty-Five

SCARLETT

T he cabin looks unnervingly different from it did the first time I was here just a few months ago. Then again, maybe it’s me who’s different this time around. During that time I was angry, completely torn apart and devastated by the events that took place the night before. My mind was elsewhere, thinking only of revenge and how I would enact it. Although things are different this time around, revenge is still fresh in my mind like a parasite unwilling to let go of its grip on my mind. The difference now is instead of Ace being on the receiving end of it, he now stands at my side.

Or so he says.

Although my mind tries to stop me from giving him a chance, my heart has won this battle and I’ve chosen to give him the benefit of the doubt. A chance to redeem himself and show me blindly trusting him yet again, this time, is the right decision. I’ve realized in order to take Wesley Servite down, I need an ally, not any more enemies. Even though at one point he may have worshiped his uncle, heeded his every command, and blindly obeyed his orders, the hatred he now feels for him rivals even mine.

After all, Wesley created him, turned him into this ruthless, menacing king. Made him feel like all the immoral shit they did was to prevent outsiders from taking over the legacy their family tirelessly built and doing worse. It’s a pathetic excuse, one only a foolish boy would believe. But when you’ve grown up being told repeatedly that something is true, you end up believing it, no matter its absurdity.

Power is a dangerous thing, a toxic ideal. It plays tricks on your mind and fools you into believing it is absolute.

Ace is the cruel soldier Wesley created, and it’s only fair the monster takes down the master.

Ace and I have come here today to ensure our plan is in effect. We’re luring Wesley out of hiding. He’s been MIA for two weeks now and I haven’t seen him since the day he left when I found out Maxwell was my father. The day my world came crashing down, again. He hasn’t been hounding the guys with orders, not making his futile threats, not even parading around the academy like the mighty, untouchable king he believes he is. The guys have even tried looking for him at The Gallows and some of the other businesses he runs but have had no luck. He’s nowhere to be seen, not at Servite Manor, nowhere in Hillcrest Hills. It’s like he fell off the face of the earth. We should be happy to be free of him, but I’m worried—terrified actually—that he’s off planning something big.

Something I won’t be able to fight against.

So today we’ve set a trap. Ace sent an encrypted message to Wesley on behalf of his blackmailer. We didn’t know where he’d be, but Ace got some tech geek from school to send the encrypted text message directly to his cell phone, which I’m sure he has on him. We told him on behalf of the blackmailer to come here, a sort of rendezvous point. We said he’d find us here, his deceiving nephew and the little slut at his side, planning something to take him down. I mean we had to make it believable and what better way than to insult the two people I’m sure he despises most at this moment. The message warned him that the blackmailer would exchange the information he has on him, the copy of the ledger of every client he has for every illicit business, and the proof of whatever it is they did to Maxwell and his girlfriend Gianna, which neither my mother nor my father have yet to come clean about.

All in exchange for a face-to-face meeting. Then he could do with his treacherous nephew and the slut as he pleases. We were to be a sort of ransom. Wesley would be intrigued to come and meet his blackmailer and also have the incentive to be rid of us once and for all.

Which brings us here today. Ace and I sit in the cabin living room, restlessly awaiting a sign of his arrival. I haven’t been this nervous in an awfully long time, maybe never, but here we are. I anxiously tap my foot against the floor as Ace sits unmoving beside me, a worried scowl on his face as he stares at the ground by his feet. I know he doesn’t want to admit he’s nervous about what may happen, but I can see it in his eyes. In those stunning blue windows to his soul I’ve grown to fucking love. I can sense his unease at any time. They’ve become like mirrors of my own thoughts, feelings, and emotions. Glimpses of everything that’s transpired since we met. Reminders of the good, the bad, and the ugly. But most importantly, in them I see relics of the love that’s blossomed into something so all-consuming.

I scoot closer to him, his back straightening at my movement as I lean back against him, my head resting on his chest right above the beating heart I ache to hold forever. He gently runs his fingers through my hair in a calming way, trying to satiate my nerves but awakening my ravenous hunger which only seems to appear when I am near him. I quickly move to straddle him, catching him off guard, grinding my pussy against his already hardened dick. He groans as he watches me, his eyes flooding with desire, as I move slowly, rubbing back and forth on him as I lean forward putting my lips just above his.

“I need you tonight, Ace,” I whimper frantically. “I need you to calm the chaos in my mind the only way you know how. I need your greedy dick in me; I need it to thrust in and out, to show me how much it fucking needs my wet, hot pussy around it, tightening and squeezing it until you come inside of me, filling me with everything that is you, everything I crave,” I whisper against his lips in between kisses, my pussy eagerly moving faster and faster trying to feel him through my leggings and his jeans.

“Fuck, Red,” he groans, suddenly shifting us, my back now flat against the couch, his body hovering over me. His hands are quick to move, grabbing my leggings and effortlessly tugging them off me, my thong along with them. He reaches a hand behind his neck gripping his black t-shirt and yanking it off in one swift motion, my pussy clenching at how fucking sexy the action is. My fingers move to unbuckle his jeans, frantically fighting with the button, while he stands to pull them down freeing his dick from underneath his boxers. My mouth practically salivates as I see him, thick, veiny, and so fucking delectable. My tongue comes out to wet my lips, his gaze darkening as he watches me eagerly, then reaches down tugging my shirt upward as I lift, allowing him to pull it off the whole way.

Here I lay, completely naked before him, at his disposal, at his fucking mercy, as he hovers over me with his pants around his ankles, ready to drive his needy cock into my greedy pussy. He lowers his lips to my breast, leisurely licking circles around my hardened nipple, down the crease in between my breasts following the trail of tattoos to my navel. He leans back gripping my thighs and spreading me wide as his mouth continues its descent, his nose resting at my entrance. He inhales deeply and my pussy clenches, nearly coming apart with just the sight of him indulging in the scent of my arousal.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby, so ready for me. I’m sure I can slide right in without a fucking problem, but first I need a taste.” He slowly licks me from my ass up to my clit, the tantalizing feeling of his hot tongue against me practically sending me over the edge.

“As fucking perfect as your tongue feels on me, I’m too needy, babe. I need your cock inside of me now. I can’t wait any longer. Fuck me or I’ll turn you over and take control.” His smile tells me he’s equally aroused with the idea of allowing me to dominate, but he’s also more than capable of satiating my need as he instantly plows into me, sending an equal shot of arousal and pain through me at the roughness of his entrance. Even though I’m slick and practically drenched, he’s fucking huge.

“Fuck!” I cry out, my back arching off the couch, my legs spreading wider for him as he continuously plunges in and out of me, not bothering to be gentle. But this is what I asked for, what I so desperately needed. I reach up to him, wrapping my hands around his neck and bringing his mouth down to mine. I kiss him eagerly, our tongues tangling together to the rhythm of his thrusts. I’m nearly there, his roughness bringing me to the edge as only he knows how to do. I swear I never used to come this quickly before, not even by my own hands or the vibrator I use, but Ace Servite is fucking magical. A sex crazed Houdini, and it’s at this moment I realize I will never let him go.

“I need you to promise me you’ll fight for me,” I say against his lips, his body stills, as he looks into my eyes. “Never give up, no matter what obstacles are thrown in your way, no matter the challenges we face. No matter the evil that tries to keep us apart. Promise me you’ll fight till your last breath.” He plunges fiercely into me once more, taking me over the edge as my pussy clenches around him, milking every last drop of cum from his dick as it shoots inside of me.

His breathing is ragged, his saltiness of sweat dripping onto my tongue. “I promise, I always will. You are mine, Scarlett Steele, and I’m never letting go.”

I must have dozed off after Ace made love to me on the couch, the intensity of my orgasm draining whatever strength I had left in me, because once again I awaken to an empty room. My heart suddenly beats faster, worry clouding my mind as I look around and Ace is nowhere to be found. I reach for my phone, finding a piece of paper folded up under it. With trembling fingers I move to pick it up, unfolding it and reading the words scribbled upon it.

Stepped out to get something for dinner. I won’t be long. I asked the guys to come down and keep an eye on you, they should arrive at any moment.

I love you, Scarlett, more than anything in this wretched world.

Never doubt it.

His message is cryptic, but I decide it’s just my paranoia endlessly fucking with my head. I head over to the kitchen, looking for something to drink when suddenly the smell of gas hits my nostrils. I look down at the stove, making sure the nozzles are all turned off remembering once when I accidentally left them on after warming up some food for Jade and me. We got smacked around badly that night, blamed for purposefully trying to set the house on fire. I’ll never forget the smell.

I look out back through the glass door leading to the yard of the cabin, seeing faint shadows passing by. Again, I try to calm my ragged breathing, ensuring myself it’s just my mind playing tricks on me. I set my phone down on the counter opening the fridge, grabbing the water filter from the door, and serving myself a glass.

Suddenly the smell gets ten times stronger, as I look around and notice a puddle of what looks and smells like gasoline covering the floors and furniture around me. I turn back around as I see the shadows once again moving through my peripheral. I'm suddenly in full-blown panic mode when I see the raging flames of a fire reflecting off the glass back door.

“Shit,” I mutter to myself, as I quickly rush toward the front door, my fingers shaking as I try to open the lock. I reach the front porch of the cabin and come face to face with bright red and orange flames encircling the cabin, rapidly moving to consume everything in their path. I rush back inside grabbing the blanket I was covered with from the couch wrapping it around my body as I run back to the front porch. The flames are larger now raging around me as the wind blows through them, only intensifying them.

I know what I have to do; there is only one way I’m getting out of here, and things don’t look so good. “Here goes nothing,” I shout, as I run out toward the flames, wrapped in the blanket, as the crashing sound of an explosion rings behind me.

Well, fucking shit.