Page 59 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

She’s silent for a few moments as I continue kissing and nipping the soft, sweet skin beneath her ear.

“We can’t do this.”

Those four words float around in the air between us.

Taunting me. Fucking haunting me.

She’s right. I know she is.

But it’s not good enough.

We have to do this.

I have to do this.

I can’t fucking focus without her.

Unless we’re like this, our bodies pinned together, her wrapped in my arms, nothing feels right anymore.

“I can’t think about anything else,” I admit.

Like this, in the dark, just the two of us, it’s easy to say all the things I keep locked up inside.

“You’re everything, Red. The only thing I want. The only thing I care about.”

“But—”

“Shh. Not now,” I beg.

I just want this moment together where we can forget reality and just be us.

She sighs and I tighten my grip on her expecting her to try and escape. But she never does.

“Tell me something,” she finally says.

“Uh…”

“Something no one else knows. Something you keep hidden from everyone else. Trust me with something.”

My heart is racing long before she’s finished talking.

I might keep many secrets from those around me, but there is only one that Abigail will understand.

But the thought of saying the words. Confessing to the dark places I’ve visited more often than I’d like to admit makes me feel physically sick.

I’ve hidden it from everyone.

But my time is up.

If I want to keep her, if we stand any fucking chance of figuring out a way to make this work together, then I need to allow her to see my worst, just like I have her.

But how do I tell her?

The right words just don’t exist.

“Elliot?” she whispers, letting me know that I’ve been silent for too long.

“Red,” I sigh, pressing my forehead to her shoulder. “You already know that my life isn’t what it looks like from the outside.

---