Page 47 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

Bittersweet.

Bile rushes up my throat as his betrayal replays in my mind.

How could he be so cold and vicious that night? How could he let his brother humiliate me like that and do nothing?

I know there’s probably more to it than meets the eye—Elliot told me as much when he said we needed to keep our relationship a secret. But something broke in me that night and I’m terrified that if I give him a chance to explain, I’ll relent. And if I relent, when he hurts me again, I won’t survive it.

Because I realise now that there’s no happy ending for us.

There never was.

“I’ve missed you.” His raspy voice sends a shiver racing down my spine.

“What am I doing here, Elliot?”

“You don’t remember?”

“I remember bits. Not how I ended up in your bed wearing your rugby shirt.”

“You were sick again. I had to clean us both up before we got into bed.”

Probably explains why I can taste the lingering hint of mint from the mouthwash.

He did take care of me.

But instead of leaving me to sleep it off, he got into bed with me.

I’m not sure how to feel about that.

“You’re angry,” he whispers.

“I’m confused. I thought we agreed?—”

Elliot rolls me onto my back and hovers above me, his eyes a glacial storm that burns right through me. “Let’s get one thing clear, Red. You might have walked away from me but I’ll never walk away from you.”

The air crackles between us, so charged I want to run. But I can’t move. Elliot has me pinned and not just in a physical sense.

His words, the weight to them—the truth in them—almost makes me want to take it all back.

But how can I trust him after what he did?

The answer is, I can’t.

Even if I want to choose him and ignore everything else that’s happened.

“Fuck, Abi. Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” My voice cracks.

“Like I won’t ever change your mind.”

“You won’t.”

“You sure about that, Red.” He leans down, brushing his nose along the curve of my jaw. My heart stutters. Once. Twice. Before taking off at warp speed.

“Elliot.” I press my hands against his chest, trying to gain the upper hand. But a low groan rumbles in his chest, vibrating through me.

He doesn’t stop, ghosting his lips over the corner of my mouth and back over my jaw and along the curve of my throat.

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