Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two: A dark high school bully romance

18. Abigail

ABIGAIL

This place is like something out of a fairy tale.

I know Elliot and the Heirs are filthy rich. I know they’ll never have to want for anything in life. And I guess I can include myself in that, but this… This is more than I could ever dream of.

“Is everything okay?” he asks, watching me from across the table.

Dinner arrived forty minutes ago. A mouth-watering three course meal of fillet mignon steak, crushed potatoes, and garlic broccoli. The server wanted to stay and wait on us, but Elliot was quick to usher him away, insisting that he could do it.

“It’s amazing, thank you,” I reply. “But I don’t think I can eat another thing.”

“There’s still dessert.” Hunger simmers in his eyes, sending a violent shiver through me.

Part of me still can’t believe we’re here, at Lauren’s family’s country club.

When I first saw her here, my heart sank.

For a second, I wondered if this was all another elaborate plan to humiliate me. But after our brief conversation, I realise now that I was wrong.

It seems I’ve been wrong about a lot of things.

As if he can hear my thoughts, Elliot says, “What did you and Lauren talk about?”

“She wanted to reassure me that she has no intentions of stealing you away from me,” I reply honestly despite the blush staining my cheeks.

“You know that would never happen, right? She’s not the girl I want, Abi. She never will be.”

“I’m beginning to get that.”

“Maybe I should show you.” His eyes darken, making my tummy clench.

“Maybe you should.”

The air crackles around us, charged with anticipation.

“Later,” he says, and a pang of disappointment goes through me.

Everything has been so romantic but I’m restless. My skin feels too tight and the butterflies in my stomach haven’t stopped fluttering.

The truth is, I want… more.

But aside from the toe-curling kiss when Lauren left us, he’s barely touched me.

I guess part of me thought—hoped—Elliot would get me alone and be unable to keep his hands off me.

Maybe I should have worn something sexier. Something a little more risqué.

Maybe I should have tried harder to be like Lauren.

Old insecurities rise inside me, and I shrink into my chair, suddenly finding the last few florets of broccoli on my plate far more interesting than they are.

“Abi, what’s wrong?” Elliot’s commanding voice coaxes me to lift my eyes and I give him a small listless smile.

“Nothing.”

“Don’t do that,” he says. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not.”

“You think I don’t know when you’re freaking out about something.” His eyes turn stormy, their intensity sucking the air right out of my lungs.

“Fine.” I let out a small, resigned sigh and place down my cutlery. “I was disappointed just now.”

“Disappointed, what are you— Oh.” Something flickers in his hard gaze, but he doesn’t acknowledge it.

“See, now I’ve made it awkward.”

“I want you to be honest with me, Abi,” he says. “If this is going to work, we have to trust each other. If something isn’t working for you, you need to tell me.”

I tilt my head slightly. “And you’ll do the same?”

Elliot gives me an imperceptible nod. “But I should warn you, I’m not used to this,” he admits.

Before I can ask what he means, he adds, “I don’t want to fuck things up again and I don’t want to rush you into something you’re not ready for.”

“You won’t.” The words spill out before I can stop them.

He gives me a self-deprecating smile. “We both know it’s not that simple. Part of me still wants to tell you to run and never look back.”

“And the other part?” My breath catches.

The way he looks at me does things to me.

Dark depraved things that I still don’t quite understand.

But I’m way past thinking rationally when it comes to this boy.

Still, his silence does little to ease the knot in my stomach.

“You don’t have to treat me like some shy, innocent girl, you know,” I hedge.

“That’s not what I’m doing.” He scrubs his jaw and I see a flicker of exasperation in his eyes. “I’m trying to be a gentleman.”

“And if I don’t want Elliot the gentleman? What then?”

“Abi…” he groans.

“Sorry.” I drop my gaze. “This is all new to me.”

The awkward silence returns and I wish I never brought it up. But now the words are out, lingering between us.

Haunting us.

“Excuse me,” I murmur, standing abruptly. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Abi…” He calls after me, but I hurry through the cabin and down the hall, locking myself in the small luxurious bathroom.

I don’t want to be like this.

Always second-guessing myself.

Always doubting Elliot and his intentions.

But years of being the odd girl out has left scars so deep that sometimes I can’t help it.

“Abigail, open the door.” Elliot knocks softly.

“I’m fine. Just give me a minute.”

“I’m not leaving until you open the door.”

Damn him.

I just need a second.

But then my reflection catches in the mirror, and I freeze. The girl staring back at me doesn’t look like me.

She looks beautiful.

Poised and perfect.

I guess that’s what enough make-up and styling will do.

My heart sinks.

“Abi, open the?—”

“Just a minute,” I rush out, my heart in my throat. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

The lock jangles and then the door swings open.

“Elliot, what are you doing?”

He pins me with a dark look, his eyes searching my body for?—

“Oh. You thought…” I trail off.

“No,” he says but I see the guilt in his expression. “You ran off and I thought… Fuck.”

“I just needed a second.”

I glance away from him, giving myself a moment to catch my breath.

But Elliot doesn’t wait.

He stalks towards me, his stormy gaze holding mine in the mirror. His big strong hands find their way to my waist as he steps up behind me. “Tell me what really happened just now.”

I stare at him in the immaculately polished glass, forcing myself to take a deep breath. “I guess I’m finding it hard to understand why you want me when you know girls like… like Lauren.”

There, I said it.

I watch him in the mirror, gauging his expression.

But Elliot’s face remains an impenetrable mask as he brushes the hair off my shoulder and strokes the skin there.

“How many times do I have to say it? It’s you, Abi. You.”

He drops his head to my neck, pressing a soft kiss there. My breath catches again, my stomach swimming with nervous anticipation as I tilt to the side a little to give him better access and he begins a slow, torturous path with his tongue. Dragging it over my pulse point.

“Elliot,” I whimper, clutching onto his arm. The one moving south, towards the hem of my dress.

He shoves his hand underneath, his fingers dancing over my thighs. I tremble, his touch like wildfire across my skin.

“Relax,” he breathes as I tense against him. “Let me show you just how beautiful you are when you come for me.”

My head drops back against his shoulder as his fingers find the waistband of my underwear and slip inside.

The first pass of his fingers makes me shiver. The second glide makes me cry out. And the moment he presses two inside me makes me melt.

“Elliot,” I cry softly.

“Shh, I got you, Red.” His eyes lock on mine in the mirror.

It’s so obscene, so dirty, I want to look away. But I’m a prisoner to his hungry gaze. Slave to the intense feelings he evokes in me.

He presses another kiss to the side of my throat, keeping his eyes right on me.

My eyelids flutter as his thumb circles my clit and desire and lust and red-hot pleasure pool low in my stomach.

“God, it’s… Oh God,”

“Do you believe me yet?” he whispers, pressing in closer behind me so that I feel the hard bulge in his jeans. “It’s you, Abigail. Only you.”

“I…” I inhale a shuddering breath as my control slips.

“The things I want to do to you… with you,” he murmurs the words onto my skin, chasing them with his tongue, his lips. “You’re all I see, all I think about. The only girl I want to bury myself deep inside. The only girl I want to bare myself to.

“You, Abigail. Only ever you.”

Oh God.

I can’t handle it.

His honest words, his searing touch.

I’m burning from the inside out and I’m terrified I might not survive the fire.

“Elliot…” I pant, arching into his touch.

“Tell me what you want, Red?”

“I… I…” My legs tremble, my heart pounding in my chest as the wave builds inside me.

“Words, Abigail. Use your words.” His free hand coasts up my chest and settles around my throat.

Another shudder goes through me.

“You like this, don’t you? Submitting to me? Handing me control?”

I nod, barely able to focus as his fingers curl deep, rubbing that magical spot inside me.

“I will always give you what you need, Red. You just have to ask.”

My heart stutters.

Is it really that simple?

“I… I want—” The words die on my lips and Elliot rubs his nose along my cheek, his eyes still on the mirror.

“Words…” he demands. “Use. Your. Words.”

“You.” It lands like a bombshell between us, but I feel a new sense of confidence sweeping through me.

Elliot isn’t here with Lauren or an Heir chaser or any of the girls who stare at him around school.

He’s here with me.

He wants me.

He cares about… me.

I bring my hand up and lay my palm on his cheek, revelling in the stark portrait we paint in the mirror. Small and big. Soft and hard. Light and dark.

But we’re more alike than I ever realised. And he knows it.

Elliot knows.

“I want you, Elliot Eaton. All of you.”

The words shatter something and the wave crests, pleasure crashing over me as I cry out his name.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his fingers flexing around my throat as he twists my head to the side and crashes his mouth down on mine.

Elliot doesn’t kiss me, he devours me. His tongue strokes mine as he lays waste to every doubt, every insecurity and worry I have.

His kiss isn’t just a kiss, it’s a claiming.

I’m his and he’s mine.

The revelation—the truth—slams into me, settling deep in my soul.

Elliot wants me.

Me.

And I’m done waiting for him to show me who he really is.