Page 140 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

And I love it.

I love that I get to experience all his facets. Cold and dominant. Soft and vulnerable. Everybody might think he’s the savage, vicious Heir but I know better.

Something I’ll never take for granted.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask.

“There’s nothing to say.” He tries to pull away, but I anchor my hands around the back of his neck.

“Elliot…”

“He did it.” His expression crumples. “He really did it. I mean, I knew he would, but fuck,” he breathes. “I didn’t expect it would hurt so much.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault, Red.” He gives me a faint smile. “I guess I expected some big confrontation. I should have known he would cast me aside like I’m nothing.”

Holding his face in my hands, I touch my head to his. “You are worth so much more than he’ll ever know, Elliot. If you want to go and see him, talk it through, I’ll come with?—”

“No. No.” His eyes shutter again. “I never want you anywhere near him again.”

“Might be kind of difficult given we live in the same town.”

“Actually, I was thinking about that. How do you feel about moving out of Saints Cross?”

“You want me to leave?” My heart tumbles.

“No, Red. I want you to leave… with me.”

“Oh. Oh.” Realisation hits, stealing the air from my lungs. “You want us to move in together?”

“Yeah, I do. Although given the fact that I’m as broke as fuck, I guess it will be me moving in with my very rich girlfriend.”

“You want us to live together,” I repeat, a slow grin breaking over my face.

“Yeah, I mean, if you want?—”

“I want. I really, really want.” I crush myself against Elliot and he rolls us back so we’re lying facing each other.

“I’ll get a job. Pay my way. I don’t want?—”

“Shh.” I press a finger to his lips. “I don’t care about any of that, Elliot. You being an Heir never meant anything to me.

“I love you. You.”

A rare glimpse of emotion flickers across his expression. “I don’t deserve you,” he murmurs, brushing another kiss against my lips.

“Too bad because you’re stuck with me.”

“You and me, Red.” He gazes at me with unwavering intensity.

“You and me,” I breathe.

You and me against the world.

It’s surprising how one minute your life can feel like it’s teetering on a knife’s edge and then the next, there’s nothing but calm.

It’s been a week since Johnathon Eaton served Elliot disinheritance papers.

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