Page 577 of Filthy Elites

Instead of calling me—or Audrey—names, he says, "You know most kids would kill to have a mom as cool as yours."

I shrug. "Yours is also pretty nice. She offered to tutor me in Spanish, out of nowhere."

My mother's smart, but I can't remember the last time she offered to help me with anything school related.

"You should accept. Mom's great at languages."

"I did. She was busy this week because of Thanksgiving, but we're starting after the holidays, on Fridays." I initially only accepted to show I could affect Chase's homelife if I put my mind to it, but the truth is, I need help to pass that stupid class. My failing grade in my midterms was the deciding factor.

Besides, I like Lisa. She intrigues me. She seems far too smart for anyone to pull the wool over her eyes, and too proud to put up with an unfaithful husband. Yet, she's Xavier's wife, and she seems happy. Fulfilled, even.

"Huh. Look at you, already getting along with the in-laws."

I exhale slowly. I'm not going to let him get to me. "I don't think I can eat another morsel. Thanks for dinner. I need to get back to work, though."

"You think you can get rid of me as easily as you banished your own mother?" He smirks. "Cute. Show me what you're working on."

"You don't care about what I'm working on, Chase." God, he's so unrelenting. I know this is nothing but a game, but I'm tempted to give into it just because fighting him at every turn is exhausting.

"Give me leave to decide what I care about, girlfriend."

That word again. "I'm not dating you."

"Sure you are. We simply don't have the same definition of the term."

"My definition is choosing to be in a relationship with someone I like. Someone who likes me back. You don't qualify under either of those criteria."

"You like me, Erica. Maybe not when you brain kicks in and tells you you shouldn't, because of my actions, but deep down, where it matters? We have chemistry unlike anything I've ever experienced. It's quite simple. You like the way I look and smell. You like when I touch you. We humans like to pretend we're better than animals, but I appeal to you on a primal level." He rises and comes to stand in front of me, leaning back on the table. "The beast inside you wants me." He bends to my ear. "And mine craves you so much it drives him wild."

His thumb caresses my bottom lip as I look into his fiery eyes. "Let me in."

I can't breathe. I can't think. My heart is galloping so fast I might faint.

"I don't trust you," I tell him again, to make absolutely clear where I stand on him.

He opens his maddening mouth, but he's far too good with words, and I'm done listening. So I bring my mouth to his and shut him up.

ChapterTwenty-Seven

I can't get enough.I never will. Every time I touch Erica, I'm more certain of a basic, simple truth. She belongs to me, and I, to her. It's as simple as that. God, I wish I'd worked that out much, much earlier.

I bend her over the dining room table and take my time eating her before plunging home. When we've both had our fill, I carry her to her bed and drive into her in slow, deep thrusts. After that, I take her in the shower, her legs wrapped around me.

She tries to kick me out of her bed when we both collapse, but I ignore her, and I sleep better than I have in months. Years.

I wake with her wrapped around me like an octopus. I'm not entirely certain she hasn't grown another set of arms. I wish I could take a picture, but really, moving would be a challenge given the fact that she's clinging to me for dear life.

I laugh against her soft hair, inhaling a whiff of her spicy shampoo. I could get used to this fast. I'm hard as fuck, despite the fact that I emptied my balls often enough for my cock to go on a hiatus for a while. That shouldn't even be possible.

I'm enjoying looking at her when her alarm rings, and I tense, prepared for the inevitable fight. She'll want to pretend last night was nothing. I have other news for her. "Good morning, girlfriend."

She grunts wordlessly and untangles her limbs from mine.

"How did you sleep?"

"Like a corpse," she mumbles, already forcing some distance.

I wanted to give her more leeway after working out that I was wrong in believing her family had fucked up mine, but this isn’t working. I can’t let her take charge. I need to push her because it’s the only way.

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