The Heir - Part 1 (The Kings & Queens of St Augustus Book 3)

by Gemma Weir

  Pulling into a drive through fast food place just around the corner from the marina I turn to Priss. “What do you want to eat?”

  She shakes her head. “I’m fine, I normally just have a green juice for breakfast, I’ll get something later.”

  My lips turn down into a scowl. “No.”

  “No?” she echoes back at me, confusion making her brow furrow.

  “No, I’m ordering breakfast, so you’ll eat with me. You’re skin and bone, you need some proper food in you,” I growl.

  “I can’t eat anything here. Do you know how many calories are in the food they serve here?” Her voice goes up as she finishes speaking and I can almost taste her panic.

  “Priss, you can eat whatever you want, you don’t have an ounce of fat on you. If anything, you’re too skinny. Order a proper fucking breakfast so we can sit down and eat together before we talk.”

  Her eyes dart to the menu, widening a little, while she shakes her head. “Mom never let us have carbs, I’ve never eaten most of this food,” she says a little shakily.

  My lips part to call bullshit, then I remember Tally saying she only ate pizza for the first time when she went to visit family last summer, that their mom said they’d get fat. “I’ll get us a bit of everything, you can see what you like and I’ll eat the rest, I’m a growing boy,” I say with a wink. “Juice, coffee, or both?”

  “Juice please,” she says meekly, and for the hundredth time this morning I want to punch Vanessa Archibald in the face for being such a cunt. I wish I knew which version of Carrigan was the real one. Is she the docile girl or the conniving, Machiavellian woman?

  I order a mix of food; pancakes, waffles, breakfast burritos, eggs, hash browns, sausage patties, and lots of bacon. More food than we could ever eat, but I don’t care. Right now I want her to gorge herself on greasy, fatty foods, the stuff that tastes so nice because you know how bad it is for you.

  Driving to the marina I pull to a stop in the parking lot opposite my boat. Priss doesn’t wait for me to open her door this time, and I smile to myself as she climbs from my car, her new pink sneakers sparkling in the early morning sunshine. Despite the shopping and the stop for food, it’s only just after seven and the marina is empty but for a few early risers making the most of a full day on the water.

  Handing the bags of food to Priss, I slide the gangplank down onto the pier and secure it in place, then take the food from her and gesture for her to lead the way. More confidently than I expect, she climbs aboard and waits for me on the deck.

  “Inside or out?”

  “Can anyone hear us out here?” she asks.

  “I doubt it, but I suppose if there’s anyone on the other boats they might. Inside would definitely be more private.”

  “Inside then please, I’d rather no one overhear us,” she says, her voice timid, her body language so different than her normal superior poise.

  “Okay then,” I say, pulling my keys from my pocket and quickly unlocking the galley door, gesturing for her to move ahead of me and go inside.

  Watching her take in the luxurious interior of my boat, I enjoy the way her eyes roam around the space. I love this yacht, it’s my escape, my freedom, and the thing that makes me happiest in the world. My parents are awesome, but they suffer from serious wanderlust and more than a few months in one place has them itching for the next big adventure. They always want to try a new town or country, and as a kid that meant me and my brother packing up and going with them every time they decided to move. Since starting St Augustus, I put my foot down and refused to drop everything and travel with them at their whims, this boat is my only throwback to that transient life. It doesn’t matter that I only sail on this lake, it’s big enough that the open water feels limitless when I’m out there.

  I don’t allow many people on here; until Tally came with us, my family and the guys were the only people to step aboard apart from my crew, but for some reason it feels okay to have Priss here with me, and I don’t really understand why.

  Maybe I’m forgetting who she is because of how she looks, but I need to remind myself how bad a person she is and ignore how much she looks like her sister, a girl I truly adore. In such a short amount of time Tally has become the sister I never had. She’s so resilient and just fucking awesome to be around. I love her and I love her for Arlo, they are so perfect for each other, and even though we’re young I can see them going the distance.

  They might be twins, but Priss isn’t her sister and as she sits primly down on one of the couches I’m reminded of their differences once again. Silently I unload the bags of food onto the coffee table, handing her juice to her and motioning to the food. “Dig in.”

  A look of panic flashes in her eyes, but it’s gone just as quickly as I watch her assess the table full of food in front of us. “The pancakes are the only things I recognize and I can’t eat them,” she says, that all too familiar disgust filled tone coming back to life.

  “Why not?” I ask.

  “I just can’t,” she snaps, taking a tentative sip of her juice.

  “Because your mom told you you’ll explode if you eat carbs?” I say with a snicker. The silence that follows is telling and I can’t help but shake my head in disgust. Stabbing a forkful of pancake, I dip it into the pot of maple syrup and hold it up to Priss’s lips. “Try it, I dare you,” I say with a mocking raise of my brows.

  For a second she freezes, not moving, then I see anger ignite within her. I don’t know if it’s the mocking, or the fact that I dared her, but her lips part and she opens her mouth eating the food from my fork.

  I watch as she chews, her eyes falling shut as the most seductive moan comes from her.

  Fuck. Swallowing thickly I wait, desperate to hear the sound again, but it doesn’t come. “More?” I say, not sure if I’m begging her to make the sound again or if I’m offering her more food, but either way when she nods, I cut off more pancake and drown it in syrup before holding it up to her lips again.

  When she moans again, I swear I almost come in my pants. I shouldn’t be this turned on, fully dressed, with a girl I hate, but I am and I need more. Cutting off some waffle I stab a strawberry and feed that to her next, watching as the syrup makes her lips shiny and wishing I could lick it off.

  Over and over I feed her bites of all of the different foods, loving how she reacts to them like she’s never experienced them before. It’s somehow one of the most erotic experiences of my life. Between each forkful I bring to her lips, I take one for myself, sharing a fork with her and wishing I could taste her on my lips.

  “No more, I’m full,” she says as I stab some bacon.

  “You sure?”

  “I’m sure. It’s going to take me days to burn off all the calories,” she cries, as a bright, almost unrecognizable smile graces her full lips.

  “Never regret enjoying food Priss, it’s one of life’s great pleasures,” I say, wiping a shiny pebble of syrup from her lip with my thumb and immediately sucking it into my mouth.

  Her eyes widen and her tongue bobs out, sliding over her bottom lip, tasting where I just touched her.

  “What did you want to talk to me about Carrigan?” I ask, clearing my throat and trying to ignore the lust that’s hanging between us.

  Her expression instantly sobers and I wish I hadn’t said anything, because a mask settles into place over her. The sweet girl enjoying foods her evil mother won’t let her eat disappears, leaving the evil twin in her place.

  “I want to break the will,” she says quickly, her fingers linked together modestly in her lap.

  “Okay, do you have a new idea on how we can get around your parents paying off the teachers?” I ask, unsure why she needed to have this conversation away from her sister and the others.

  “No. But I know what else I can do that’ll end all of this,” she says, her gaze fixed on her hands, pointedly avoiding looking at my face.

  “Priss look at me when you’re talking to me,” I demand.


  Her chin snaps up and her eyes lock with mine.

  “Thank you. Now explain. What can you do that’ll break the will?”

  “I want you to have sex with me.”

  4

  Carrigan

  “I want you to have sex with me.” Even as the words are coming out of my mouth I can’t believe I’m actually saying them, and least of all to Carson Windsor. For the last four years I’ve had it drilled into me that having sex before my wedding night would literally ruin my life, my parents’ life, and my entire future. But here I am now asking a guy, I don’t even particularly like, to take my virginity.

  “What?” he says, actually jolting away from me, the shock and disgust obvious in his voice.

  “I have to be a virgin when I get married, if I’m not I forfeit the inheritance and this is over. Done in a matter of minutes,” I say, trying to sound confident and pragmatic, and not like this is as big a deal as it actually is to me.

  Despite it being one of the clauses of the will, I actually like the idea of only ever having sex with my husband, but I need to get over that unless I want to end up married to Rupert Overston. My skin actually crawls as I think about letting Rupert touch me, the man repulses me and I’ll never, never, agree to marry him, no matter how much money I’ll inherit by doing it.

  “Is this a joke?” Carson demands, in that tone he keeps using that instantly makes me want to do whatever he tells me to.

  “No,” I say, shaking my head to emphasize the word.

  “You want me to fuck you?”

  Flinching at the word fuck, I close my eyes and suck in a slow calming breath. “Yes.”

  “Why?” he growls.

  “Why?” I echo, unsure what he means.

  “Why me? Wats offered to fuck you the other week, so why me?”

  “Because,” I snap, looking away from his probing eyes.

  “Priss, you better get those eyes back on mine, I already told you I need you to be looking at me when you speak to me,” he snarls.

  I don’t know why I comply, but I do, instantly looking at him, then immediately wishing I hadn’t. His face is granite, his lips set in a hard line, his eyes tight as he watches me.

  “I want a reason. Why me? Why not Wats or Olly, or hell, one of the minions who follow you around sniffing at your cunt even knowing they’re never going to get a taste.”

  “Because.” I stop, not wanting to admit the truth.

  “That’s not an answer Priss.”

  “Because I’d rather it be with someone I’m at least attracted to,” I confess in a rush, my cheeks blooming with heat as embarrassment consumes me.

  Carson is silent for the longest moment of my life and I’m grateful for the reprieve, but hate that he made me confess it at all. What guy doesn’t want easy sex? I mean I know I’m a virgin and that’s not great, but still, surely sex is sex to a teenage boy.

  “I don’t know Carrigan, losing your virginity is a big deal.”

  “This wouldn’t be,” I insist. “This is just about breaking the will. Think of it as helping my sister get free of our parents. This is the only thing I can think of that will get me and Tallulah free of them, without me having to get arrested.”

  “So we just have sex, what if they don’t believe you, what if your parents pay off the lawyers or something,” Carson says, his voice wary.

  “That’s why we’d need to record it,” I whisper, completely unable to look at him now, no matter what he says.

  “You want us to make a sex tape,” he says slowly.

  “No,” I say quickly. “Oh my god no.”

  “Carrigan if we record ourselves having sex, that’s a sex tape,” he says drolly.

  “All the recording would be is evidence, as soon as the lawyers confirm that I broke the clause I’ll destroy it. Hopefully no one will ever have to see it, it’s just a failsafe in case my parents figure out what I’m doing. We can make sure that no one knows it’s you, that the only person that’s identifiable is me,” I tell him, trying to sound clinical and detached, and failing. I don’t feel detached, I feel panic stricken. I’m not sure if I’m terrified that he’ll say yes, or that he’ll say no, but either way my heart feels like it’s beating out of my chest.

  After what feels like an eternity of silence, but was probably no more than two or three minutes, I lift my head to find him watching me, his expression guarded but not full of disgust and loathing like I’d expected.

  I know how Arlo and his friends feel about me. They think I’m evil, that I screwed my sister over, that I’m just like my parents. So asking one of them for this favor is more than likely going to result in him telling me to go and screw myself. But I had to try, and Carson was the only one I could imagine touching in that way.

  “Okay.”

  “What?” I exclaim, feeling my eyes widen.

  “Okay, I’ll have sex with you, but I have some conditions,” Carson says, calm and collected.

  “What kind of conditions?” I ask warily.

  “I’m in charge. You do what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it.”

  I nod eagerly. “That’s fine, I have no idea what I’m doing anyway,” I say a little too quickly, feeling a blush fill my cheeks.

  A sly smile crosses his lips and I wonder if I’ve said something wrong, but dismiss it when he starts to talk again.

  “Are you on birth control?” he asks matter of factly.

  “Yes, I have the implant, my doctor recommended it to regulate my periods,” I say, not sure why I’m spewing verbal diarrhea at him.

  “Where? Let me see it,” he demands.

  Lifting my shirt, I run my finger over the tiny scar and the raised lump that holds the implant.

  “Good, then I don’t want to wear a condom. I’ve never taken a virgin before and I want to feel it. I’m clean, and I’ve never had sex without a condom before, I promise.”

  “I’m clean too,” I say stupidly.

  “I figured you would be, what with you being a virgin and all,” he laughs.

  “Oh, yeah,” I say, embarrassment forcing me to look at anything but him.

  “One more thing,” Carson says.

  Forcing my eyes back to his, he waits until he knows he has my attention before he speaks. “One time only.”

  Nodding I swallow down the nausea that fills my throat. I just negotiated losing my virginity with a boy I don’t know that well, who hates me. What the hell am I doing?

  He nods, mimicking my action, before a smile tips at the corners of his lips. “Okay then, so when do you want to do this?”

  “Now,” I say decisively. “The sooner we do this, the sooner I can break the will. It’s the engagement party tonight and after last night’s disaster with my parents losing their minds, and the fact that I’ve been ignoring their calls since I left with Tallulah and Arlo, we need to do this sooner rather than later.”

  “So you want to have sex for the first time right now,” he says sardonically.

  “I want this to be over,” I reply, locking my gaze with his. “I just want this to be over.”

  Exhaling, the smile falls from his lips and he nods solemnly. “Okay, you stay here. I’ll go buy a video camera; cell phones are too easy to hack.”

  I nod, because I really hadn’t thought this far ahead. When my cell rings I jump, startled, before pulling it free from my pocket and immediately rejecting the call when I see my sister’s name.

  “Who was it?” Carson asks.

  “Tallulah. I don’t want her to know about this until it’s over, okay? I left her a note saying you were helping me to break the will, but she never needs to know what you did to help me. No one ever needs to know.”

  His stare is unblinking, his lips dipping down into a slight frown as he pulls his own cell out and turns it off, showing me the dark screen. “She won’t hear it from me,” he says coldly, turning on his heel and marching to the door. “The master bedroom is the second door, I want to find you in there waiting for me whe
n I get back,” he orders, as he steps out onto the deck and disappears from view.

  5

  Carson

  I just agreed to fuck Carrigan fucking Archibald.

  What the hell am I doing?

  Every bit of common sense is telling me that I should not be doing this, but my dick is ignoring it all and leading me by the balls to an electronics store, to buy a video camera so we can film me taking her virginity.

  The thought is so ridiculous I can barely believe that it’s true, but it is. Priss has to be a virgin to inherit and me sliding my dick into her virgin cunt will break the will, and that’s the only reason why I’m doing this. To free Tally, so she can get her revenge and keep that money from her parents.

  That’s the only reason.

  It’s not that after hearing her moan, and watching her react to everything I tell her to do, that my dick is rock hard for her. It has nothing to do with the fact that the thought of plunging into her untouched pussy is too tempting to resist.

  I’ve fucked my fair share of girls and I enjoy sex as much as the next red-blooded teenage boy. I like the feeling of a hot mouth, pussy, or ass around my dick and I’m not ashamed to admit that. But until today I’ve never fantasized about it being Carrigan’s mouth, pussy, or ass.

  Now I am though. Even as I’m walking through the store, my hands full of boxes, all I can think about it how tight and perfect all of her is.

  Virgins have never appealed to me in the past. I prefer sex with a partner who knows how to make it good for me, but I’m excited to be her first and I honestly have no fucking clue why.

  It takes me less than thirty minutes to get a video camera and tripod and be back at the marina, but now I’m frozen, sitting in my car, staring at my boat like it contains a live bomb, which I suppose it does.

  I want to fuck her. I shouldn’t because I don’t even like her, but despite knowing she’s a bad person, despite knowing that this could all be a manipulation, a trick, a game, I still want her.