Page 85 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

But it’s not.

Not even close.

The threat of my father and Scott is always going to be looming over us.

They won’t approve of us. They won’t accept her.

And until I can figure out a way for that not to matter then what we have is going to have to remain in the shadows.

I hate it.

I want to walk into school with our fingers entwined.

I want to proudly push her up against the wall and kiss her in public so everyone knows that she belongs to me.

I want to shout how I feel about this quiet yet strong incredible woman from the rooftops without fearing repercussions.

I want to be her everything just like she is to me.

The second I open my eyes and confirm what I already know, my stomach bottoms out.

She’s gone.

I sit up so fast the room spins around me as my heart races with fear.

“Red?” I call, my panicked voice bouncing off the walls around me.

Silence.

Launching out of bed, I snag a clean pair of boxers from my open bag and pull them up my legs.I pause as my faint silvery scars catch my eye and cringe.

I love that I’ve been able to share them, my darkness, with her just as much as I hate it.

I want to be the strong and indestructible person everyone believes me to be.

I want her to know that I can protect her. I want her to know that she can rely on me.

But she knows my weakness.

She won’t use it against you, she understands, a little voice says.

I shake it away, refusing to sink into those kinds of thoughts as I snap the waistband of my boxers into place and head out.

The rest of the cabin is as silent as the bedroom as I pad through it but it does very little to help relax me.There’s no sign of her and I’m on the verge of freaking out completely when the soft curtains that cover the floor-to-ceiling windows billow out.

I all but run towards the open door and I swear my heart stops the second I round the corner and find her sitting on the swing seat, rocking back and forth as she stares out at the lake before us.

She’s wearing one of my Saints hoodies and has it pulled over her legs that are hitched up against her chest, her arms wrapped around them.

Her hair is wild, sticking up in all directions and her skin is pale. But her lips… They’re still red and swollen and my cock stirs instantly at the sight of them.

Memories from last night stir before exploding in my mind like a movie.

Fuck, it was incredible.

She was incredible.

Despite my heart pounding loud enough for her to hear, she doesn’t make a move to look at me. She’s too lost in whatever is going on in her head.

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