Page 73 of Filthy Elites

She steps back, releasing my face. “I’m tired. Let’s go home.”

“Home?” I raise an eyebrow.

“My room.” She lifts her hand. “Are you coming?”

ChapterThirty

Nicola/Isabelle

I’m tryingto keep it together, but I’m screaming inside. I can’t believe I treated Jason so horribly when we were younger. It doesn’t justify his behavior, but now I understand his motives.

My mind is reeling, trying to process what happened this evening. From discovering his obsession to hearing him say he loves me; I don’t know what to think or what to do about any of it.

His hand is still clasped in mine when I stop in front of my door. I fumble with the key thanks to the shaking. He takes it from me and unlocks the door. Our gazes lock, and I see in his eyes the same uncertainty that’s swirling in my chest.

He waits for me to walk in first, and then follows, closing the door. “You haven’t said a word since we left. What are you thinking about?”

I turn around and look at him. “I don’t know. It’s a lot to process.”

He runs his fingers through his hair. “I know.”

“Did you really mean it?”

“Mean what?” His brows arch.

I swallow the lump in my throat. I don’t know why the jitters are getting the better of me. Maybe it’s because I’m afraid this is all a lie. “Do you really love me?”

He walks over and stops short of invading my personal space. “Yes. I never said that to anyone before.”

“Me neither,” I confess.

His eyes widen. “Not evenhim?”

I shake my head. “No. I couldn’t bring myself to say it. I thought there was something wrong with me. Maybe I could never fall in love.”

“Do you still believe that?”

My heart is running at the speed of light now. I could lie and say yes, but this time, it’s the other way around, I can’t bring myself to hide the truth.

“No.” I touch his cheek and his eyes flutter closed for a moment. “Despite everything that has happened between us, I fell for you, Jason. I fell for you so hard that I don’t know any more which way is up or down.”

Shaky laughter escapes his lips. “Thank fuck.”

He reaches for the back of my head, twisting his fingers around my hair as he lowers his lips to mine. My body catches fire, and my bones melt while I’m caught in the vortex of Jason’s kiss. I grab onto his shoulders, needing the support before my legs give out from under me.

He flattens one palm against my collarbone, a gesture that’s sweet and hot at the same time. Keeping my mouth locked to his, I peel his tuxedo jacket off. I’m in a hurry to get rid of all our clothes, but Jason doesn’t seem to share the same urgency.

He pulls away and whispers against my lips, “Do you know the first thought that crossed my mind when I saw you tonight?”

“No.” I keep my gaze glued to his mouth, wondering if he’ll let me resume the kiss.

“I wished I could take you to my room and let you ride me while wearing this dress.” His fingers glide over my cleavage, leaving a trail of goose bumps behind.

I laugh as euphoria spreads through my veins like wildfire. “Is that what you want, Jason?”

He grabs my chin possessively and looks into my eyes. “It depends.”

“On what?”

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