Page 61 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

“Oh my God, Elliot,” she whispers.

I hear her scoot closer before her warm breath dances over my skin.

But I don’t look. I can’t.

Her fingers move, gently tracing over every scar, every inch of ugly marred skin.

Once she’s finished on one thigh, she moves to the other, finding exactly the same thing.

“How long?”

I bite down on my cheeks, hating every single second of this.

“Started when I was eight. Dad… He… I… I fucked up and…”

Suddenly, she’s moving and before I know what’s happening, her arms are around my shoulders and her face is tucked into my neck.

It takes a moment to register anything, but the second I do it’s the wetness against my skin that steals my attention, a second later comes a sob.

“Oh shit, Red. No. Don’t cry. Please, I’m not worthy of your tears.”

“No,” she argues, holding me tighter as I attempt to push her back so I can look at her. “No, that’s not fair. You were just a child.”

“So were you,” I counter.

She shakes her head but finally, she pulls her face from the crook of my neck.

“Red,” I breathe, staring into her watery eyes.Reaching out, I wipe the tears from her cheeks.“Don’t cry for me, baby.”

Her eyes search mine. A million and one questions are floating around within them, but none pass her lips. Instead, she leans forward and brushes those lips against mine instead.

“Abi,” I breathe.

“I’ve found a better way to help me forget,” she murmurs.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She wraps her hand around the nape of my neck and leans back.We both crash onto the bed. I just manage to catch myself before I crush her tiny frame.Her tongue sneaks out and the second it collides with mine, I forget about everything but her.

Slipping my hand inside her tank, she wraps her legs around my waist, holding me close as we lose ourselves in each other.

She’s right. There is something so much better than a sharp blade.

Her.

Sure the girls that have come before were a good distraction when I needed it. But they were nothing compared to her.

Needing more, I pull my lips from hers and drag her top from her body, exposing her chest.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” I groan before dropping my lips to her neck and working my way down until I can suck her nipple into my mouth.

“Elliot,” she cries when I suck hard, nipping hard enough to send a little pain shooting through her.

“Can’t get enough of you, Red,” I confess.

I move lower before flattening my tongue on the scar that cuts across her stomach.

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