Page 144 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

ELLIOT

My footsteps thunder up the stairs as I go in search of my girl.

We moved into the cottage Abigail fell in love with on the outskirts of Denton a week ago.

I want to say that we’re unpacked and totally settled, but that would be a lie.

No sooner did my exams end, did I embark on a new chapter of my life at Christian’s law firm.

I’ll never be able to thank him for everything he’s done for me. Ensuring I still had a place at All Hallows’ to sit my exams, and then offering me an unrefusable internship at his law firm for my gap year.

Thankfully, it’s a paid position which means I’m able to contribute to our lives here.

I hate that Abigail had to buy the house alone. I hate that when we’ve gone out furniture shopping, it’s been her who’s been handing over her bank card to pay for it all.

I know it’s not going to be forever, and I also know that she’s more than happy to do it but… It still hurts.

I want to provide, and right now I feel pretty useless.

I don’t regret it though.

Everything I’ve done, everything I’ve lost, it’s all been worth it.

I always used to dream of what my life would be like without the pressure I always felt from my dad and Scott, but I never could have imagined it would be this freeing.

I am now surrounded by people who truly love me. They don’t care about my status, my money, or my surname. They want me for me, and I’ll forever be so fucking grateful for that.

“Red, are you nearly—” I stumble over my own feet as I cross the threshold into our bedroom. “Holy shit, you look— Fuck, Red.”

Nervously, Abigail reaches up and tucks a lock of curled hair behind her ear.

My mouth runs dry as I take her in from head to toe.She’s wearing a long, floral dress, but while it might hide a lot of her body, I think it might be the most revealing thing I’ve ever seen her wear. Two strips of fabric cover her tits and tie at the nape of her neck, leaving her sides and her back completely exposed. When she moves, I discover that the long skirt has a split that has to stop just shy of her underwear, assuming she’s wearing any, of course.

Only a few months ago, she never would have worn something like this. She used to hide her beautiful body in the biggest, baggiest clothes she could find.

It was such a waste because she is fucking stunning.

And all mine.

“Is it too much?” she asks before chewing on her bottom lip.

“Red, it’s… You look incredible.”

“It’s just a house-warming, I can change if?—”

Stepping up to her, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck before dragging the fingers over my other hand up her exposed thigh.

“This dress isn’t leaving your body until I unwrap you from it later. You look beautiful, sexy, and elegant.”

She shudders as my fingers find the edge of her knickers.

“Elliot,” she whispers.

“I was really hoping you were bare under here,” I confess.

“They’ll be here soon,” she breathes, desperately trying to keep her head while my fingers glide over the soft lace covering her.

“They can wait. You’re more important.”

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