Page 48 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

A whimper slips free as my body stirs to life.

This.

This is what he can give me.

A temporary reprieve from the dark thoughts circling my mind.

But I shouldn’t take it, shouldn’t be that girl.

I only let him touch me before because I care about him, because I thought?—

No.

I refuse to go there.

This doesn’t have to be anything more than a simple transaction.

I trust Elliot enough to make me feel good, even if I don’t trust him with my heart.

“Your body still wants me,” he whispers against my heated skin, “even if you hate me now.”

Making the decision, I clutch his shoulder and arch my neck.

“Thank fuck,” he murmurs, licking a path along my collarbone before sucking the sensitive skin underneath my ear, dragging another whimper from deep inside me.

“You like that?” he asks.

But I refuse to answer.

We don’t need to talk to do this.

Elliot doesn’t push but he does let his hand dip underneath his shirt. His fingers splay on my stomach, brushing upwards, mapping every dip and curve along the way.

My skin vibrates at his touch, comes alive in a way that scares me. But right now, I’d rather burn than hide in the dark, cold abyss alone.

I arch into his touch, silently seeking more. Elliot smirks against my cheek, slowly sliding his mouth to mine. I duck my head, not ready to be kissed by him. To give him the satisfaction of thinking he’s won.

He hasn’t.

But I can’t deny that his touch soothes me. Settles and calms me.

“Look at me, Red.” His hand comes to my jaw, guiding my face back to his. “There she is.”

Something softens in his gaze as he rests his forehead against mine. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Elliot, I?—”

He kisses me and I realise my error as soon as he lips brush mine.

Kissing Elliot is like waking up from a lonely, dreamless sleep. He invades every crack and fissure in my heart, stitching them together and making them whole.

His hand is in my hair, his body a comforting weight above me. He rolls over me fully and my legs fall open to accommodate him.

This is dangerous territory. For my heart.

And my sanity.

But I can’t seem to stop myself.

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