I just want her. Even though I know she wouldn't like the way I want her—beautiful and pathetic. Helpless…but only for me. Only for my dick.
Those are inside thoughts, and I know that.
"Saige…" I say before she leaves my bedroom.
"What?"
"I'm obsessed with you."
She shakes her head. "That's not good.Obsessedisn't a good thing, Elias."
She turns, continuing toward the door, and I watch her go, my eyes locked on my name and number on her back. It makes me fucking crazy, and I stop her, moving in front of her and backing her into the door.
There's that fear again that I love, but something else, too.
"I know. I don't know what to do about it." I trace her jawline with fingers, trailing them down her neck, stopping when I feel her pulse racing beneath my fingertips.
I apply more pressure, and then watch her lick her lips.
It does something to me—her tongue, her wet lips. I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze…and she fucking likes it.
Saige gasps and then reaches for my waistband, pulling me closer, and I dive into her lips, kissing them, biting them, tightening my hold on her throat when she yelps. I've wanted this so badly for so long that I'm fucking moaning into this woman's mouth. I'm grinding against her, practically begging her to wrap her tiny hand around my dick and afraid I'm going to come in my goddamn pants again when she does.
But that's okay. I'll get hard again and shove my dripping cock into her sweet pussy until she screams and sees stars.
I release her neck, running my hands down her body, lifting her under her thighs and wrapping her legs around my waist, and carry her to my bed.
But the moment her back hits the mattress, it's like a switch flips. Whatever I turned on earlier—whatever weakness was there—it's gone now.
She quickly rolls off the bed, shaking her head. "I don't think either of us is in their right mind right now," she says as she backpedals toward the door. "I'm just going to go to bed, okay?"
I could argue. I could try again, or tell her that this is part of what she owes me—what she agreed to when we got rid of that body. I'd beg her to just sleep in my room and promise to keep my hands to myself and a pillow between us if I thought she'd stay.
Instead, I nod. "Yeah, okay."
Saige leaves, closing the door behind her, and I pace the room like a fucking lunatic. Eventually, I calm downenough to get into the shower, rub one out, and then lie in bed, staring at the ceiling.
Arcadia jumps onto the bed, and I realize she was supposed to go with Saige. I decide to take her downstairs and let her into the room, but when I try to push the door open, it doesn't give.
She moved the desk in front of it.
21
the other dead body
Saige
Sunlight streams through the slats in the blinds and into the room, warming my face. It must be later in the morning. My head pounds, keeping time with my pulse. I don't want to open my eyes.
I roll over, pulling the covers over my head. I just want to fucking disappear.
I'm wearing Elias's shirt.
Voices from just outside my door make my heart stop. I pull the covers down, hoping I can hear them better.
"Are you sure you don't want me to talk to her instead?" Dax asks.
"No, I'm fine," Nolan says.
