Page 42 of Past

My phone buzzes a little bit later after my second vodka.

Elliot: Be there soon. You have a lot to explain before I take your ass home, angel x

I tell Tris I'm going to dance, and he nods, understanding that in the middle of the dance floor is the only place it's safe for Elliot to talk to me in here. Tris said earlier that he doesn't have cameras on the dance floor, and my dad is away, anyway, but I don't want to take the chance. I start dancing, enjoying the music and moving my hips slowly, hoping Elliot will get here soon. I need to feel him and know for myself that he is okay. Arms wrap around my waist from behind, and I go to push them away when I realise it's Elliot's big chest pushed against my back, I'd recognise him anywhere. We don't say anything as we dance, and he turns me so that I'm looking up at him and kisses me until I'm breathless. His hands stay on my hips despite my desperation to feel them roam all over me.

"You’re coming home with me, I will meet you outside. Don't worry, I will be in the car so your dad won't know it’s me because I usually bring my bike. Tell Tris," he says before he leaves me confused and needy on the dance floor.

I sigh, walking over to Tris."I'm leaving with Elliot, so I will call you. Thanks for tonight," I say loud enough for him to hear.

"Sure; be careful, I will walk you out," he says, following me to the car park. I see Elliot straight away in Luke’s jeep, so I guess Luke must have given him a lift.

"Be careful," Tris says before leaving, and I open the door, getting in.

"Hey," I say as I put on my seatbelt, but Elliot only nods and drives away from The Cage fast. I glance at him, seeing the bruises on his cheek, but overall, he doesn't look too bad.I never really noticed, but he has a little dip on the side of his nose, where I guess it must have been broken at some point.

"You okay?" I ask, but he doesn't reply. He eventually just nods at me.

I'm worried now, as he seems tense, and I would be an idiot not to realise why he is mad.

"I was safe, Tris was there."

"I know," he says tensely, but he still doesn't look at me. We pull up at his house, and he opens my door for me and takes my hand, leading me into the house.

"Hey, Harley, I bet you will be glad when Seb and Maisy are back tonight," I say as Elliot drags me gently behind him up the stairs. Harley is walking down, looking tired with a sleepy Jake on his shoulder. I know their flight was at eleven, so they should be back in a few hours.

"Hey, Allie, babies don't sleep, do they?" he jokes while I laugh a little, and I’m thankful Elliot has stopped.

"Sorry, Harley," Elliot says before he lifts me over his shoulder and continues walking.

"Bye," I mutter to Harley, who laughs as he walks down the rest of the stairs.

"I can walk," I say loudly, smacking Elliot’s ass. Holy cow, it only hurts my hand with how firm his ass is. Elliot doesn't respond and, instead, throws me onto his bed.

Elliot pushes himself over me, grabbing my wrists, and I hear the clink of handcuffs snap. He leans back with a frown.

"Right, now you can't move. Want to tell me why the hell you came to The, fucking, Cage tonight?"he asks, glaring at me.

"Why do you think?" I ask, avoiding looking at him. The bastard tied me up, and I’m not answering his questions.

"Honestly, I think it was a crazy, fucking, move. Any one of your dad’s friends could have seen you and told him. He isn't a stupid man, Allie. He would put two and two together and work out you were there to see me."

I glare right back at him, hating how I know he is right.

"I couldn't stand the thought of you hurt. I had to see what happened," I say. I watch as he moves off the bed and stands at the end, looking at me. I try not to wriggle under his intense gaze.

“Do you think I want you to see me like that? In that place where I have killed men. I have killed people, Allie, sometimes because I didn’t have a choice, or sometimes because I hit them too hard. What if I lost that fight? What if you had to watch that?” he rants on, pacing like a caged animal at the end of his bed.

“I would want to be there! I would have killed anyone who hurt you. I don’t care about your past, I don’t care what my asshole of a dad made you do, or what yours did. I only care that I’m in your life now, and there is no way I am going anywhere when you are hurting!” I shout at him. Elliot walks over to me as I shout.

"Allie. God, you make me so fucking mad." He growls before kissing me hard and coming on top of me. We battle with our tongues before I hear the rip of my short, silver dress and I feel him pull it away.

He unclips my bra before ripping that off me, too, and takes a nipple straight into his mouth before I get a chance to say anything. My back arches in pleasure as he plays with me. The next thing he rips is my thong before he parts my legs and is diving in between them like a starved man. I scream out Elliot's name as I come fast from the pleasure, and he grunts before pulling down his jeans and chucking off his top with his leather jacket. Elliot doesn't waste time and pushes himself inside me in one, long thrust, but then he doesn't move. I glance up to see him looking at me intently, and he kisses me gently as he rocks into me again and again.

"Allie, don't scare me like that again. I just can't . . . can’t lose you. You don’t have any idea what I would do to keep you safe," he whispers into my ear.

"I'm sorry," I say before I kiss him.

We try to go slow, but we both lose the battle quickly as I cry out as Elliot thrusts into me. Seconds later, we both finish together, and I can’t help but stare in wonder at his face as he finishes. I will never forget what it's like to see him like this, so relaxed and happy. He looks younger and less stern.

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