Fourteen
ACE
A nd there she was once again, walking in as if she owned the fucking place, and with the asshole dragon boy on her arm.
The two of them, both with dark hair and mystifying auras, looking like a pair made for one another. Her long black hair slick straight and falling down her back, a deep, blood red color painted on her thick, pouty lips, her blue eyes almost clear behind her dark shadow. And that outfit.
That fucking outfit. Fuck me. She leaves nothing to the imagination in that getup. The mesh dress does nothing to cover her perfect figure underneath. The tops of her small, but perky breasts toppling out of her red silk bra and her matching underwear practically outlines the shape of that plump pussy making my cock hard as fuck.
God and that sly smile she gives him as he wraps his arms around her bringing her closer, I could strangle him here and now.
Instead, I act as if I don’t care. I even let Carrington paw at me when what I really want is to throw her the fuck out. I didn’t even react when she ripped my boy Bass a new one. I watched as he stood back confused at her response to him. People around here usually cower when we come by. No one dares to challenge us, to question us except Red and her little posse of modern-day vixens. They question our motives, challenge our every move. They’re dangerous, but the thing about danger, it’s highly addictive.
She heads inside with her group and I try everything in my power to not follow them in and take her from his arms. I shouldn’t be so invested in her. She’s here for a reason and I can’t let my dick cloud my judgment. I need to find out why. There’s a missing puzzle piece where she’s concerned and the controlling bastard that I am, I need to find out what that missing piece is.
You have one job, and only one. Get close to her, make her trust you. She needs to be vulnerable, isolated from her pack, so she is more susceptible to following orders. Do this, no questions asked. It’s an order.
My uncle’s words replay in my mind over and over on a loop. I need to get close to her, to make her trust me. But that’s nearly impossible with that damn dragon on her arm. I need her isolated from him and I know just the way.
“Are you even listening to me?” Carrington squeals beside me. I had forgotten she was still here, attached to me, purring, and pawing at me like a feral animal.
“What do you want, Prescott?” I sneer back, bringing a cigarette to my lips. Bad habit I know but I’m full of them.
“Ugh, I hate it when you call me that, you make me sound like my brother. You always call him that.”
“Wrong. I don’t even bother addressing him.”
She rolls her eyes ignoring my response. “Anyway, are we going to or not?”
“Going to what?” I sneer at her, clearly irritated by her nagging.
“Go upstairs, to your room. Ugh, what’s with you, Ace, you’ve been so distant lately, and moody with me. Am I not enough anymore now that the dirty charity case is in town? Didn’t think you’d stoop so low and mingle with the help, your Majesty.”
“Careful now, Carrie, your catty bitch is showing. Wouldn’t want you to break a claw, or worse lose a fang.”
“Whatever, Ace, I’m going to go dance. Find me later if you still wanna hook up.”
“I wouldn’t hold my breath,” I mutter back to her as she turns away.
“Asshole,” she murmurs barely audibly before heading off.
I get a good look at her and must admit she looks fucking hot in her white mini skirt that barely covers her ass and white lace bra. Carrington’s tanned and toned in all the right places, has hair long enough to pull on, the plumpest lips to wrap around my dick, but when she opens that fucking mouth to speak, my dick instantly relaxes.
She’s a bratty princess, a manipulative narcissist, an overall cunning little bitch. She’s mean, hateful and bossy all at once. I stay out of the girl’s affairs unless it directly affects the legitimacy of our rule, but I must admit I’d hate to be a chick at Servite Academy and deal with the wrath of Carrington Prescott.
“What was that all about?” Bass asks me as he heads in my direction.
“She’s just pissed I ain’t giving her any. I’ll find her later if I need my cock sucked.”
“Man, I’d have that mouth wrapped around my dick right now if I were you,” he says, moving over to look towards where Carrington and the girls stand.
“Then why don’t you?”
“Shit, I would, especially to fuck with Kins and give her a taste of her own medicine. Problem is as bitchy as she is, Carrie’s only got eyes for you, and she’d never do anything to risk her falling from her place at your side.” I scoff at his words. “But something tells me she’s already lost that place, say to a certain dark-haired angel, well she-devil tonight,” he says with a smirk .
“Please, I don’t need anyone by my side. Tell me of one king made better by the woman at his side? A king rules best alone, no pussy to get in the way.”
“You better be careful, man, cause your dick doesn’t seem to agree.”