Chapter 15
As soon as the conference ends, I don't waste a second. I storm after Elliot, my frustration at its peak. I find him in the hallway, his head stuck in his phone, not a care in the world. Like the fact that he is trying to blow up my life doesn't faze him. I watch as he heads toward the locker room.
"Hey, St. Germain!" I call out, my voice sharp with anger. He turns, his expression darkening even more. The sight of him fuels my rage even further. How can he be so fucking calm after everything? I march up to him, my heart pounding with every step. "What the hell is your problem?" I demand, not bothering to hide the venom in my voice. "You think you can just be a dick and treat me like something you stepped in and get away with it?" My words echo through the empty hallway.
The tension and raised voices in the hallway between us reach a breaking point. "Oh, come on," Elliot glares at me, his eyes glinting with infuriating amusement. "It's not like you're innocent in all of this."
"Excuse me? How dare you twist this around?" I shoot back, my voice rising in anger.
He steps closer, the heat of his presence making my skin prickle. "You started this shit!"
"No, I refuse to take any blame for your disrespectful behavior," I spit, my fists clenching at my sides.
Elliot's sarcasm drips like venom. "Well, aren't you the victim here? Spare me the theatrics, Anatife."
I close the small gap between us, my anger boiling over. "You don't get to belittle me and walk away like nothing happened." The intensity of our confrontation crackles in the air, my heart pounding as I stare at him, refusing to back down.
Elliot's mocking tone cuts through the tension like a knife. "What do you want, Ziggy?" he snaps, not even trying to hide his irritation.
"I want to know why you hate me so much," I demand, throwing my hands up in exasperation. "What did I ever do to you?"
He runs a hand through his hair, exasperation clear on his face. "Just leave me alone, okay? I'm not getting into this with you."
But I’m not about to back down. "No, Elliot! Why are you acting like I'm the enemy?"
His face contorts with anger, and he moves in an instant. He is in front of me in a flash, his presence overwhelming. "You really want to do this now?" he growls, his voice low and dangerous. The intensity of his gaze cuts into me, making my heart race as I stand my ground, determined to get answers.
"Yes!" I yell back, my voice trembling with emotion. "I deserve an answer, Elliot!"
"Don't say my name again," he seethes, his fury uncontainable. It feels like a challenge. His fury matches mine, but it no longer seems like Elliot is just angry.
Before I even register it’s happening, he backs me into the wall, his hands gripping my arms tightly. "You think you deserve answers?" he hisses, his face inches from mine. "You've done nothing but make my life a living hell." His breath is hot against my skin, and despite the anger boiling within me, a strange electricity crackles between us.
His lips crash into mine with a force that steals my breath. His kiss is hard, angry, and desperate. The force of his presence sends shockwaves of heat and energy throughout my body, igniting a fire deep within me. His unhinged, raw anger mingles with the unmistakable signs of desire, creating a whirlwind of sensations that threaten to consume me entirely.
I try to push him away, but my resistance melts under the intensity of his kiss. Elliot's tongue parts my lips, pressing against mine, tantalizing me at a frantic pace. My heart pounds against my chest, matching the rhythm of our entangled breaths. Every nerve ending seems to be alive, heightened by the intensity of his touch. His hands, once forceful and angry, now caress up and down my body with a desperate longing. I can feel the tension in his muscles reverberating through his touch.
As his lips move in sync with mine, the taste of him, even laced with frustration, just feels right. I lose the will to resist, leaving me defenseless against the overwhelming force of his kiss. I can feel his cock growing hard against my hip. Just the temptation of him makes me so wet. It has been so long since I've kissed anyone. Especially someone new, and it makes me horny as hell. My hands, no longer in fists by my side, now have one singular goal. I reach up to grasp Elliot's shirt, pulling him closer. His kiss, once aggressive and hard, evolves into something more. It becomes a desperate plea, a yearning for more.
His leg slides between mine, pinning me against the wall. His hands roam over my body, as I feel every inch of him pressed against me. Our bodies move in perfect synchrony, fueled by an insatiable hunger for each other. I tighten my grip on his shirt, refusing to let him go.
"Don't stop," I whisper, my voice trembling with need. Time stands still as if nothing else exists beyond us.
Elliot moans into my mouth as he grinds his cock into my hip. The hard ridges of his body press against me. His hands explore every curve. He pinches my nipple through my clothes, driving me absolutely wild. The lust coursing through me makes my skin tingle with anticipation. My fingers rake into his hair, desperately holding on to him, unwilling to let this intoxicating connection slip away.
Every fiber of my being yearns for him to take me to the heights of ecstasy, to lose myself in the overwhelming wave of pleasure. "Elliot, please, make me come." The desperation in my plea seems to be his undoing as I plead for release. Elliot's eyes grow darker, his pupils blown.
"Ride me, Anatife," he growls out.
Without a flicker of hesitation, Elliot moves his hands to my ass and pulls me closer to him, my clit working into the fabric of his jeans. He grinds me into him with such an intensity I’m not sure I’ll survive it. Round and round, my aching center moves over his thigh as he surrenders to my plea, giving me the pressure that I need, that I crave, utterly consumed by the raw passion that flows between us. It isn’t pretty; it’s angry, aggressive, and so fucking hot.
I feel my toes start to curl as Elliot works me against him, his breath becoming more labored. "That's it, fucking drench me," he whispers into my ear.
I pull his mouth to meet mine again, pressing my tongue against his. I am so, so close. I can feel this relentless desperation fill me.
"Come for me," Elliot says into my mouth without breaking our contact.
As the pleasure surges through me, my moans and whimpers reach an embarrassingly loud volume. With our limbs entwined, Elliot lets out a primal groan. His body moves beneath me. His reaction is just as surprising as my own. Waves of satisfaction wash over me, causing my body to tremble in response. I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders for dear life. His grunts act as a grounding force, bringing me back down from the euphoric peak of my climax.
Just as quickly as it started, it’s over. He pulls back, his breath ragged, looking at me with a mixture of anger and something I can’t quite place. "Fuck," he shouts, his voice hoarse. And without another word, he storms off, leaving me against the wall, my mind reeling and my heart pounding.
I watch as he disappears into the distance, his figure becoming smaller and smaller. His abrupt departure leaves me both bewildered and conflicted. I lean against the wall, trying to steady myself physically. His anger was evident, his voice strained and hoarse. But there was something else, a flicker of something I couldn't quite decipher. It was a mixture of emotions that I wasn't sure someone like Elliot St. Germain was capable of.