Page 98 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

“I followed you.”

“You… Of course you did.”

“What’s wrong?” He picks up my legs and sits down on the end of the lounger, dropping my feet in his lap.

“Just wanted some space.”

“From me?” His expression darkens.

“From everything.” I shrug. “It’s peaceful in here.”

“It smells funny.”

“It’s the chlorine. I don’t mind it.”

“You’re pissed at me.”

He watches me, the air stretching thin between us.

“I’m not. I just… I wish things were different.”

“I’m trying, I promise.” He lets out a weary sigh, running a hand over his face. “But it’s going to take time.”

“Okay.”

I don’t know what else to say.

I could scream and shout and demand answers, but it won’t change anything. Time and time again, the girls warned me that Elliot was a complicated boy.

But I didn’t listen.

“I missed you this morning,” he says, changing the subject.

“You chose to leave at silly o’clock to go work out with the guys.”

“I’ve got a rep to uphold, you know.” He runs his hand along the curve of my knee, sending delicious shivers through me.

“Elliot,” I warn.

“There’s no one here but us.” His eyes flash with hunger as the tips of his finger dance higher, slipping under my skirt.

My breath catches, my heart crashing against my rib cage. “We shouldn’t,” I breathe.

“Nobody’s watching you but me, Red.” His pointer finger inches closer, and I can’t help but shift into his touch.

“The cameras.” My gaze darts to the little black orb in the corner of the room.

“You think I’d ever let anyone see you come undone for me? You’re mine, Abigail. Mine.” He growls the word, right as his digit finds my underwear.

“Ah,” I cry as he rubs me in just the right way.

“Let me in.” My legs fall open and he smirks. “Good girl.”

His praise lights up something inside me and I relax into the lounger accepting my fate.

I want this.

I want him.

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