Page 143 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

The second I saw the listing for the renovated cottage on the outskirts of Denton, I fell in love.

It’s worlds away from the big house I grew up in. The house that became hollow and cold in the years after the accident, the years that slowly took my father away from me. Piece by piece.

“You know I have a lot of enemies in Denton, right?”

“Technically, we’re not in Denton. And there’s like five houses in the immediate vicinity. I think you’re safe.”

Elliot lifts a brow, but I don’t let that deter me as I tiptoe towards him, and wrap my arms around his waist, gazing up at him.

“It’s perfect for us. There’s a secluded garden. The master suite overlooks the countryside. There’s an amazing walk-in shower and?—”

His lips slam down on mine, cutting me off. I slide my fingers into his hair and tug him closer, relishing the way his tongue tangles with mine.

“Hmm,” I let out a contented sigh. “What was that for?”

“Wanted to kiss you,” he says, taking my hand and pulling me through the house.

“Elliot, slow down. We haven’t looked around properly yet.”

But he doesn’t stop, practically dragging me up the stairs and into the master bedroom.

The view is even better than the listing portrayed.

“Wow,” I say, slightly awed that this might be ours.

Our home.

Elliot wraps me into his arms, my back to his chest, as we stare out of the large sash window.

“I get to fuck you here.”

“W-what?” I breathe, pulse thundering in my ears as heat floods me.

“You want the house, I want you, pressed up against this glass, naked and ready for me.”

“Now?” I whisper-shriek.

His lips brush my ear, sending shivers rippling down my spine. “Not right now, unless you want to give the estate agent a heart attack. But when it’s ours.”

“Ours?” I ask, hopeful, as I turn in his arms. “You mean…”

“As if I could ever tell you no. Besides, it’s your money, Abi.”

“But it’s our house. Our home.”

“Fuck, hearing you say that…”

“So I can tell him we’ll take it?”

Elliot nods, swallowing over the lump in his throat.

“I love you.” I throw my arms around him, so happy I could burst. “I love you so much. Let’s go tell him. The sooner we get things moving, the sooner we get the keys.”

It’s my turn to grab his hand and drag him out of the room.

Towards a future neither of us saw coming.

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