Page 113 of Filthy Elites

No! Not again!

It’s just a nightmare,I tell myself.It’s just a nightmare. All I need to do is wake up.

“Haley!” A familiar baritone intrudes on my mind. “Haley, wake the fuck up!”

My eyes shoot open and the first thing I realize is that I’m soaked in sweat and being shaken. My lips part and I gasp, sucking down breath after breath as Viks hovers over me on the bed on his knees. He’s shirtless—the wide expanse of his chest filling my vision as I tremble and cry.

Cry? Oh, I’m crying.Tears streaming down my face as I sob on every exhale. Shaking, I reach upward, clutching at him. My hands lock around his shoulders, moving up to latch together around his neck, needing something—anything—to ground me back to reality when it feels like my mind is sucking me back into the nightmare. Viks’ hands slowly lower down to his sides as I move up, pressing myself against him.

The disgusting sticky sensation of the dealer’s hands on me—his flesh against mine—lingers like an awful disease, clinging and making my mind sick with the memory. I want to vomit. I want to get in a shower and scrub myself until my skin falls off. I want to erase it.

“Please.” The plea comes out on a whisper. I burrow my face into Viks’ chest. “Please.”

“Shhhh.” His wide palm finds the back of my head, the heat of it encompassing my skull as he holds me against him. “You’re okay.” He strokes my hair in soft, gentle movements—odd for a man like him. He doesn’t look like a man who even understands what it’s like to comfort someone. How can he be so fucking good at it? “You’re fine. It was just a dream. A nightmare.”

I know that, but that doesn’t make the feeling go away. More tears leak out. I should feel embarrassed crying in front of a man I’m supposed to hate. But of all the people in this world, I have a feeling that no one else would understand what I’m going through.

He lifts me carefully from my side of the bed and sits me astride him as he rests back against the headboard. I cling—afraid of letting go for even the scantest of seconds. As long as his skin is touching mine, it’s bearable. He’s the barrier I hide behind. The one thing that can keep the fear at bay. My mouth is dry and as I squeeze my eyes shut—trying to force the real memories and the fake ones of the nightmare away—I swear I can still feel the pill on my tongue, dissolving and sticking to the insides of my cheeks, quickly stealing all of my self-autonomy.

Viks continues to soothe me, his hand stroking my head as he holds me to him. He’s being … kind. Something I never expected from the big asshole. As long as I’ve known him, he’s been a prick. Always driving me insane with his arrogant smirk and commanding attitude. The way he looks at people—either seeing right through them or right over them—has always driven me mad. Right now, though, he’s doing neither. For the first time, it really feels like he sees me. Hefeelsme.

I need something. I need to drown out the wild array of thoughts circling my head. I want it to go away. The memory of the pill. The feeling of the dealer’s tongue shoving into my mouth in the dream. I pull back and Viks meets my gaze, his brow creased in concern.

I don’t hesitate and I don’t give myself a moment to second guess. I push up and let my mouth meet his. For a second, he freezes. His whole body goes tense.

Don’t deny me,I silently beg.Please don’t turn me away.

Hate him or not, in this moment, Ineedhim. And as if he hears me, a moment goes by and then the most incredible thing happens—he kisses me back.

His mouth moves against mine—over mine. His lips part and he gently prods me with the tip of his tongue. I don’t even think about not letting him inside. I want it. I wanthim.

I gasp for breath as the kiss turns carnal. His hands harden against my back, fingers clenching into fists and then unclenching as he pushes back against the headboard for a moment before turning and sweeping the both of us around. My spine meets the mattress as he comes down over top of me—his form so very different from the drug dealer’s. Bigger. Wider. Everything about him is different.

Why the hell have I fought this for so long?I ask myself.Viks kisses me like a starved man. Like he’s been circling the desert for years and I’m the first taste of water he’s had in a long fucking time.

His tongue thrusts forward again and again, withdrawing and then coming back as he mimics the act of sex. I groan deep in my throat, my hands tightening around his neck—refusing to let him leave me for even the second it takes to catch his next breath. I don’t need to breathe as much as I need to feel him inside of me.

Something long and thick prods against my lower stomach. I spread myself wide open with little thought, welcoming him into the cradle of my legs. He moans against my mouth, grinding down against my sex until I feel like I’m on the verge of losing my goddamn mind.How can he do this to me and he hasn’t even hardly touched me?

“Haley…” Viks’ voice is a fucking deliciously dark rasp, low and vibrating against me. He pulls away, and my eyes open as he looks down at me.

No.I want him closer. Harder. I want all of him.

Between my legs, wetness leaks down, sliding towards the crack of my ass. I’m not ashamed enough to be afraid of begging. I whimper as he pulls himself up, hovering over me with his hands planted against the mattress on either side of me.

“Please,” I whisper. “Viks … Mitchell…”

His lips tighten. He looks pained. So am I. It feels like hell not having him inside. As if my pussy agrees, it clenches and unclenches—needing more than the emptiness it currently holds. The muscles of my thighs tighten. Viks pants, his chest rising and falling in quick jerky movements. He shakes his head.

“You’re not thinking clearly, Haley,” he says, a denial. “You won’t like this when you return to your senses.”

He moves up, pushing against the mattress until I can’t even feel the warmth of him against me. “No!” I half scream, my hands snapping out and clasping at his biceps, yanking him back. It doesn’t exactly work. All I manage to do is pull myself up with him, sitting back astride his powerful thighs.

“No, I won’t.” More tears leak out of the corners of my eyes as the fear that he might leave me now, leave me wanting like this, is realized. “I won’t regret anything,” I promise harshly. “Please, I can’t … I can’t stand the feel of him on me.”

“Then take a shower,” he says, looking away, but I notice he doesn’t keep pulling away. He’s fighting this. It’s hard for him too. Really hard, if the log tenting his boxers is anything to go by.

I shake my head fervently. “It won’t help,” I swear. “I needyou. Please, Viks. Please make me forget…”

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