Page 112 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

“She chose you, you fucking idiot. She stood in front of your old man, looked him in the eyes and… She. Chose. You.” Oak’s words from before slam into me and before I know what I’m doing, I drag Abigail in front of me and push her up against the wall.

“Elliot,” she gasps before my hand wraps around her throat, squeezing possessively. Her eyes darken, her mouth popping open in surprise as her chest begins to heave.

“You chose me,” I whisper, moving closer and pinning her to the wall with my hips as well.

“Of… Of course I did,” she says, a small frown pinching her brows. “Did you think I wouldn’t?”

I shake my head, barely able to process all of this.

Of course I hoped she would.

But telling me she would and actually doing it are two different things.

“There are only three other people in the world who have ever done that, and they’re the arseholes sitting out there,” I tell her honestly.

She smirks. “Not anymore.”

“Fuck. I love you,” I confess before crashing my lips to hers.

Her tongue immediately sneaks out and joins mine as her hands land on my body.

I kiss her as if it’s our first and last all rolled into one.

She chose me when the easiest option would be to run. She stood up for me, and is willing to fight with me.

“Elliot,” she cries when I wrap my hands around the back of her thighs and lift her up the wall.

The fabric of her skirt is a challenge I could do without, but in only a few seconds, I have it up around her waist as I palm her arse.

“What are you— Oh God,” she hisses as I grind my hips against her, letting her feel just how hard I am for her.

“Need you, Red,” I confess, kissing up her throat before nipping her earlobe and making her cry out. “I need you. Right. Fucking. Now.”

“Oh my God. We can’t, Elliot. They’ll hear. They’re?—”

“Don’t give a fuck,” I grunt as I shove my hand between us, ripping my jeans open and freeing my aching dick.

“Oh God,” she moans as I shift her position and drag her knickers to one side.

“Are you ready for me, Red?”

Her cheeks blaze the colour of her nickname, silently giving me the answer I need.

Dragging the head of my cock through her folds, I coat myself in her juices before finding her entrance.I’m desperate to push inside her and feel her squeezing me so fucking tight I forget my own goddamn name.

“Please,” she whimpers when I pause just a centimetre inside her.

Her muscles ripple, desperately trying to drag me deeper.

But I don’t move. I don’t do anything but stare down into her eyes.

“Me and you, Red. Nothing else matters.”

I hold her eyes, waiting for her to say the words I need to hear.

The guys are right. I don’t need to go racing to my father to have it out with him. I need to be right here. Here with my girl, the one who’s going to stand beside me and fight this.

“You and me, Elliot,” she repeats. “Nothing else matters.”

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