Page 91 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

“Of course it’s my problem,” I quietly seethe. “I’m yours, aren’t I?”

“You know you are.”

“Then that makes you mine. And I’m not going to just stand by and let your father cut you off all because of me.”

Elliot chuckles and I falter.

“You think this is funny?” I ask with disbelief.

“No, but I think you’re so fucking cute when you get on your high horse about something.”

“Oh.” Heat burns my cheeks. “Well, it isn’t fair. And I don’t want you?—”

“Shh, Red.” He leans over and cups my cheek, brushing his thumb along my jaw. “Can we shelve this discussion for a bit? I don’t want to spend the rest of the day arguing.”

“What do you want to do?”

His brow lifts and he smirks in a way that has my stomach twisting and tightening.

“Oh.”

“Oh, she says.” He chuckles again and some of the tension melts away. Sliding his fingers into my hair, Elliot pulls me closer. Close enough to ghost his lips over mine.

“Mmm,” I murmur, heat curling in my stomach.

“Fuck, the things you do to me.” He gazes at me with so much intensity I feel like I can’t breathe. “I love you.”

Three little words that feel like a blessing and a curse.

“I love?—”

“Yo, lovebirds.” Someone bangs on the rear windscreen, and I almost jump out of my skin.

“Fucking idiot,” Elliot groans.

“Better move this show inside,” Oakley laughs, pressing his face against the passenger window.

“You don’t care if I kill them both, do you?”

“I think Liv and Tally might have something to say about it.”

“They’ll get over it.” Elliot shoulders his door open and climbs out, landing a wicked looking punch to Reese’s shoulder.

Oakley opens my door and grins. “Do I even need to ask how your weekend was?” Amusement glints in his eyes, and I blush.

“Fuck off,” Elliot growls. “Both of you.”

“Oh, come on, we’re just?—”

A small chuckle bubbles out of me and all three of them stare at me. I wrap my arm around my waist, shrinking under their attention.

Elliot moves first, making his way around the car. He practically shoves Oakley out of the way so that he can trap me between his body and the door.

The air crackles, my heart doing little flips. Something has changed.

I feel it now.

“What do you think they’re doing?” one of the boys murmurs but I only have eyes for Elliot.

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